And I never had the slightest connection to your Canadian national trees, an oblique reference, one would imagine, to the Georgia mix, although nobody wants to have to talk about that in so many words. In a way we sort of get it and in another sense we sort of don't want to be bundled into the Georgian monstrosity. If I wanted to eat a Reece's peanut butter cup I could go to the grocery store and buy something. Otherwise, I don't want to be hearing from those dreary boring whiners all over again. I really don't care that much.