Yes, I vaguely remember during my senior year of high school, my Dad had organized a campaign for Mr. Fox, who was scheduled to be there for a week or two, but then later Mr. Fox was too sick to appear, so my Dad ended up being the speaker as substitute, and my Dad sometimes talks about that, he has some stories about that.
And then at about that time, I was hearing some chatter about that, but in a way that I could address that directly and correct those people who were confused about what happened. But why waste my breath trying to explain anything to the evil, pagan trash Sylvia "Trust"? There is just no intelligence there to speak of. My words just fall into some mysterious cracks and it is like I never existed.
