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I don't know what's in whatever files they have on me, and I don't want to. It's all purest rubbish of course, a pack of lies. It doesn't resemble me. All hearsay and demonstrable untruth. Complete nonsense, utter fabrication. Rumours and suspicions, nothing to do with me. A cornucopia of crap. A junkyard full of puke, so damned untrue, an assassination of character. Some people rob you with a fountain pen, the rumour-mill is all they have. They just update it with more horseshit, the pot calling the kettle black. They are so wrong, when they're not defaming me, they're doodling me. Take the log out of their own eye why don't they? Unfathomable make believe. Oh what a caricature of the ridiculous and they leave me deformed. Have them up for deformation. Lier, lier your pants on fire. Mini stroke, I'm apoplectic! ![]() |