Well. If I Can't Play The Martyr.

Then who the f'ck can.

https://twitterwithbraincells.blogspot.com/2021/06/honestly-they-have-my-sympathy.html

I've got the stigmata and everything.

And as we count all those we've known.

It seems appropriate to remind you of this woman Gray. Whose anatomy I was once familiar with.

She worked the actual phones. In the aftermath of the actual 9/11.

It was about 2,997 versions of;

"Hi. I've finally got some good news about your loved one."

"But it turns out. I've also got a whole ton of bad."

Obviously Nairobi, 1998 was before both our times.

But like all those still on the wagon.

I'm sure Yacob & the Jews did it.