I only got off the phone a few minutes ago; 'twas a glorious confab, but I'm bushed and overdue for my forty winks. So, there's time for neither subtlety nor tact.

Scotland Loves Terrorism



Man alive, I wish there wasn't cowardly Scotch blood in my veins. A Scot isn't as craven and duplicitous a creature as a Spaniard, but that's the best thing I can say about that vile race of Caledonian blackguards. To Hell with Scotland.