My son is a jerk. Westy really let me down this week. I mean, lying to the Board of Tyrants? And believe me, those men are tyrants. Does he really think he can get away with waterboarding a young Kenyan almost 250 times and call it "research?" You know where he gets this from don't you? His damn father. Sonofabitch. That fellow and I could have had it all. Why he became a Soldier of Fortune is beyond me. Personally, I think those bastards in Bradshaw's Pike had a lot to do with it. I'll never forget what he said. "I think we need some time apart so I can become a Portugese mercenary." I nearly spit up my Pinot Grigio which, of course, I shouldn't be drinking with my irritable bowel syndrome. But he made me so mad!