If you consider yourself a Christian you might find the following video quite disturbing…

One of the greatest conspiracies in history ever perpetrated has occurred repeatedly in every state in the US over the last eighty some odd years (possibly in other countries as well). American school children from elementary to high school age have been the victims of a continual assault by teachers, administrators and other school officials. A vicious battering in verbal form received on a daily basis in multiple locations. Namely the constant threat of a strike on their “Permanent Record”! Countless numbers of unwitting children worry unnecessarily that their minor infractions and misbehaviors will haunt them for life and prevent admission to college and attainment of lucrative paying jobs. They won’t have friends, won’t get married and will be excommunicated from church membership. They will die penniless and lonely because they pulled Jane’s pigtails or pushed Dick at the water fountain or looked under Sally’s dress at recess. And all of this will occur because those crimes are recorded forever and a day on their “Permanent Record”! Funny thing is that no one seems to know where these permanent records are kept… There must be some grand all encompassing database on a horde of main frame super computers in some massive underground data center protected by armed guards twenty four seven and immune to accidental destruction by fires or floods or earthquakes. Maybe Jesse Ventura’s team of investigators can locate that facility. Maybe this is a question for Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman of MythBusters; does the “Permanent Record” really exist? Guess what? I happen to have inside information that the permanent record does not in fact exist. And never has existed… My father was an Elementary and Middle school principle. Of all people one could ask he would know. I even worked for a company that does nothing but perform background checks for other companies perspective employees with access to all sorts of criminal and educational data and they do not have knowledge of any quote unquote “Permanent Record”. I have held many different jobs and attended numerous job interviews but never once has my “Permanent Record” been alluded to. Good thing too since I wouldn’t want anyone to know about that time John Brimelow and I got sent to the principle’s office for cutting up and laughing in Miss Garis’ second grade class. Or the time I punched Stephanie Johnson in the forehead in the sixth grade because she wouldn’t move her legs which she had annoyingly placed under my side of our two person school desk. (Incidentally both of these were recorded in my permanent record.) Or that time I threw two big handful’s of paper strips out of the third story window in German class while the teacher was out in the hall and watched for ten minutes as they slowly fluttered to the ground. (Thank goodness my fellow classmates didn’t tell on me so that I didn’t have to help the twenty some odd people clean up the resulting mess in the parking lot of the science wing or get yet another strike on my permanent record). Or how about Willy Simmons? Bet he’s glad that time he bit Mike Flessas on the back during recess leaving two big bloody tooth marks didn’t follow him via permanent record… So I’ll go ahead and reveal a word class secret… There is no “Permanent Record”. Never was. Never will be. School kids everywhere should rejoice and sing!

Why do all foreigners visiting the United States of America speak English so well? Sure, there is the occasional waiter at your local Mexican restaurant who only speaks Spanish and stares blankly when you ask him to hold the cheese or order from the menu without using the numbers. Or the Cuban boat people of Miami Beach, Florida who simply refuse to speak English much to the chagrin of the relocated retired Jews from Yonkers. But the majority of foreigners can hold quite an advanced conversation when spoken to. It seems that in most foreign countries (countries that are not the Unites States) school children are taught English starting in Kindergarten and continuing right up through High School. This is especially true in European countries although if you watch the learning Channel on cable television it’s very common to see both children and adults in countries like Japan (where the youth prefer to speak English), India, and even darkest Africa speaking and understanding English. Even China one of the few countries left that is actually trying to hang onto their ethnic cultural traditions expect foreign visitors to speak English even if they are visiting from Spain, France or Italy. The Chinese are so adamant about this that they even use the very American technique of S H O U T I N G S L O W L Y in English thinking that will ease understanding! Why do Americans find it so very difficult to learn a second language? Sure most High School graduates know a few phrases in one of the big three like French, Spanish or German. “Merci beaucoup.” “¿Qué pasa?” Or, “Shpreck-en zee Doytch?” But to carry on a real conversation in a foreign language, forget about it… Yes, there are exceptions like George Washington Vanderbilt II (the shipping magnate that constructed the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina) who spoke multiple languages including at least eight fluently! Or the American genius Edgar Allen Poe who could willy-nilly insert foreign words and phrases in his stories and poems that force one to grab the dictionary just to comprehend the narrative. Apparently learning a second language makes learning a third that much easier (can we say Dendrites?). Can’t we as Americans at least master French? Did you know that the French vocabulary contains only one hundred thousand words and for that reason is considered the easiest of all foreign languages to learn? It is also spoken in many foreign countries (such as Viet Nam) thanks to the actions of Catholic missionaries. Of course learning Spanish might be a better idea since it is predicted that the population of the United States will be mostly comprised of Latinos in just a few more years because our government provides free health care and college tuition to illegal aliens. During the nineties my sister asked me why there was such a high concentration of Mexicans living and working in South Carolina. After a few telephone calls we learned that was because South Carolina does not have an office for the Department of Immigration and Naturalization so there is no one here to enforce the law and deport illegal aliens even though Charleston, SC boasts one of the largest shipping ports on the East coast. Well don’t we need someone to work all of those shit jobs like digging ditches, building roads, framing houses and waiting tables at the Mexican restaurants? Still I feel quite envious of those foreigners easily bouncing back and forth between two or more languages. Are they just smarter than we are? If so, why do we claim all of the great innovations, inventions and ideas like electric lights, air flight, assembly lines and cheese burgers? And why is everyone not living in the United States wearing blue jeans and t-shirts instead of their traditional attire? And yet we are still known as the big stupid Americans mainly because we only speak English…

A few months ago I rented the Bill Maher documentary “Religulous”. It’s a humorous romp through organized religion and exposes some of the extreme fringe along with the usual suspects we are already used to. Bill says in the film that his intention is not to convert viewers to atheism but that he simply has questions that religious leaders and scholars can’t adequately answer. Some of the things he brought up concerned the origins of the various stories and parables contained the King James Holy Bible. Like other religious prophets established in history prior to the Holy Bible who shared Pagan rituals like birthdays on December twenty-fifth, virgin births, healing of the sick, walking on water, and baptism by a man named John, etc. While Bill’s people didn’t do their research well enough and got quite a few of their facts completely wrong the movie did cause me to want to learn more. Searching the Internet I came across an e-book by John Armstrong called “God vs. the Bible”. It can be read for free online or purchased in a bound edition. It looked interesting and seemed to offer answers to some of the questions raised by Maher so I started reading. And I just couldn’t stop reading it until I finished every single page. I was a practicing Protestant Christian for over forty years. This book has changed my mind! Whether you are Christian, Muslim, or Jewish or follow Buddha, Krishna or any other religious faith your beliefs will all change if you read this book. Unless you are willing to say out loud that you just can’t think for yourself and prefer to go against all rational thought and scientific knowledge blindly following your current religious leaders, everything you have ever known or been taught about faith based religion will simply fall away after reading this remarkable text. If you think the Holy Bible was written by men inspired by God and is the infallible word of God then you need to read this book. If you wonder why Jesus Christ healed the blind and lame but never restored any missing limbs then you need to read this book. If you wonder why there is so much solid evidence of the existence of the Roman leader Julius Caesar but not one iota of evidence for the existence of the son of man God called the Lord Jesus Christ then you need to read this book. I truly believe that this one book could cause the end of all established religion the world over. So I challenge you to quell those nagging doubts eating at the back of your mind and read this book. But at the same time I warn you… in so doing you shall also lose your religion…

God vs. the Bible

Many years ago one of my parent’s neighbors was a candy salesman. Actually he was a travelling candy salesman with broad area routes throughout the southeast. He apparently did very well as they lived in an upscale suburban neighborhood in a fairly large house. Most of his samples were shipped to his home via UPS or FedEx but occasionally they arrived delivered by the United States Postal service. He had one of those great big mail boxes so it would accommodate large parcels. Sometimes if he or his wife were not home at the time, during the summer months and one of those sample boxes got schlepped into that metal box the candy would melt and leave behind a soupy cardboard mess. Back then my parents had an old hound dog mutt that had made her home in their garage named Roni. When she first showed up at the house she was skittish like she had been abused by previous owners. The dog really was adopted by my sister’s dog Pepper who sometimes stayed there (get it? “Pepper & Roni”). Pepper fed the stray by allowing her to eat her food. She started out as skin and bones and quickly gained weight (partly related to this story which I will explain shortly). Talk about an animal that was grateful for being accepted and taken care of… She knew she was saved! That dog was as sweet and loving as she could possibly be. Anyway the candy salesman’s wife also had a sincere affinity for Roni and although at my parent’s house she was a yard dog the neighbors let her come inside their home whenever she meandered over for a visit. We later found out that on those hot days when the candy samples melted in the mail box the neighbor would feed the ruined candy to Roni. Not sure why this didn’t seem to adversely affect her since everyone knows you aren’t supposed to feed dogs chocolate! She lapped it up and packed on the pounds and was as happy as a fat old stray dog ever could be. She lived there almost nine years which is not bad for a large dog since we never really knew how old she was when she came. One day near Easter the neighbor had a shipment of chocolate rabbits that melted into clumps. Not wanting to throw them away and not seeing Roni around anywhere she came up with the recipe for “Rabbit Pie”. Well we think she came up with it anyway. It’s really simple to make and tastes quite good. I made some last evening for our family Christmas party. The ingredients are as follows;

Six regular size Hershey Bars,
Two ready made Graham Cracker Crusts (or make your own),
and a large container (16oz.) of “Cool Whip” whipped topping.

Break up the Hershey bars and heat them in the microwave oven for about a minute (power varies so adjust as necessary — don’t over cook them just melt them). Let the chocolate cool but not harden then mix it well with the whipped topping. Pour the mix into the two pie crusts and let them congeal in the refrigerator for a few hours or overnight. The dessert is just right in small slices and will impress anyone you serve it to. And it won’t turn you into a fat old dog unless you eat it too often!

Saturday night my wife and I watched “Megafault” one of Brittany Murphy’s last movies. We were astonished by her performance or lack there of in the film. Obviously a very low budget made for television bomb that should be avoided if possible. Terrible writing, awful CGI, constant over usage of the same footage and backgrounds and simply horrible direction produced this rotten egg of a totally unwatchable flick. My wife commented on Brittany’s strange appearance. Her skin color seemed to be jaundiced and her hair looked dry and unstyled. I noted that her acting wasn’t anywhere near the same level we were used to seeing in her performances from notable films like “Clueless”, “Girl, Interrupted” and “Just Married”. It was like she had forgotten how to act! Instead of showing the audience what she was thinking (something she was so very good at) she was just avoiding looking at the camera. My wife said it seems like she might be on drugs. We were deeply saddened to learn that the very next morning this wonderful talented actress had died from an apparent heart attack at the too young age of 32. I checked her profile on the Internet Movie Database and was glad to see that she has five films in post production still to be released. I only hope that she can redeem our memories of her work and didn’t give an uninspiring performance in the remaining movies. It would be a terrible waste if “Megafault” was her legacy…

Sleep glorious sleep. That which we all crave, some more than others. Sleep scientists recommend eight hours per day for optimum health and well being. Most adults are lucky to get four to six hours on weeknights because of job constraints, stress, bratty kids, etc. And yet scads of adults (and even some children) absolutely love to sleep. Most people given the chance would gladly sleep the days away adrift in magical dream states adventuring, flying and experiencing wondrous lives normally just out of their reach. William Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet’s Soliloquy;

“To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come…”

Finally got to see “Batman: The Dark Knight” and still puzzling over Australian actor Heath Ledger’s death supposedly caused by his marvelous performance in this movie. He was so deeply affected by his depiction of the psychotic Joker character that months later he was unable to sleep and accidently overdosed on a deadly combination of sleeping pills and antidepressants. His portrayal is astounding and if you haven’t yet seen the movie it comes highly recommended. However, was it cause enough for an active, intelligent mind like that of Ledger’s to disturb one so completely that overwhelming insomnia ensues? American actor Jack Nicholson played the same character with equal aplomb in Tim Burton’s “Batman” as well as other mental as anything characters like Randle Murphy in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” and Jack Torrance in “The Shining”. And yet he has stayed grounded and removed from his dark side. One of the greatest actors alive today Gary Oldman (the epitome of what James Dean would have become had he survived his twenty’s) has played an incredible array of troubled characters and despite first hand abuse by Ledger’s Joker (on film only of course) remains viable and active. Lack of sleep will definitely twist ones thought patterns. (My kids let me sleep about two hours per night if I’m really lucky!) This very thing led me to ponder what the ultimate job of jobs might be. After much consideration the acme of all job positions presented itself with glaring evidence. No, its not anything you might think of as the penultimate job like Rock Star, Movie Star, Sports Hero or Astronaut. The job doesn’t have anything to do with pay scales or the benefits of fame and fortune. As matter of fact (if the occupation truly exists) it probably doesn’t pay very much at all. Certainly any fame garnered would be in the form of a small reference in some obscure scientific text book. No, the supreme best job is all about killing two birds with one stone. The job is a “Sleep Research Guinea Pig”. You would get paid for sleeping. You would not set your alarm clock to awaken at some ungodly hour of the morning to remind you to get ready for work. You would not feel tired after working all day (or rather all night). Instead you would both sleep and work at the same time. This means that you would gain an extra eight hours of free time each and every work day. You could party all the time! You’d see your night shift friends during the day. And your day shift friends during the evening. Then it’s off to work at night. It wouldn’t matter one bit if you came in drunk or stoned because that would only serve to enhance your job performance. It truly is the ultimate job. Everyone would be envious! Even the Rock Stars, Movie Stars, Sports Heroes and Astronauts…

December 21, 2012. It’s the end of the world as we know it and we feel fine. Apparently the Mayan carvers of the Aztec calendar stone ran out of room for additional hieroglyphs and ended their calendar on the vernal equinox Winter solstice in the year of our lord 2012. In so doing they inadvertently created yet another end of the world predilection for future human speculation. O M G, let’s all run out and jump off the Golden Gate bridge. Searching the Internet for end time prophecies produces numerous entries down though recorded history of errant pastors and religious leaders the world over wrongly predicting the end of times. I was thinking about this when it occurred to me that what they were really doing with their predictions was effectively impeding the end of time..! The Christian bible says in Mathew 24:35-36

“Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words shall not pass away. But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone.”

Translated into layman’s terms that verse means that Not Any Living Being natural or supernatural except GOD himself can or will know the exact date of the planet earth’s destruction i.e. the way it ended with Noah’s Arc and the Great Flood in the Genesis story. With that fully understood. My idea here is, that as long as someone is willing to predict the end and give it an exact date then the end can’t happen on the date he or she predicted because that would mean that he or she (any natural living being) actually knew the date and time thereby nullifying the biblical truth and rendering as false the entire Christian belief system. If any verse in the bible is found false then nothing in that bible can be trusted as true because how would one know which verses were fact and which were fallacy? But that’s another argument for another day. Getting back to my plan we need the cooperation of millions of people in order to put off the end for as long as possible. Everyone I know and everyone you know and everyone they know, etcetera, will pick a date for the Apocalypse to occur. It makes no difference that the forecast is completely arbitrary because foretelling the date means that Doomsday cannot come to pass on that day! Remember, if the bible is true and every man woman and child portends to know the “day and hour” then that day can never come. And we the collective effectively prevent the end of the world and turn the Mayan’s 2012 into just another Y2K…

The other day thanks to StumbleUpon I came across Wolf Gnards blog entry of June 16, 2009 titled “How Long Does Bill Murray Spend in Groundhog Day?” Since Murray’s character Phil’s perceived reality of the film is the repetition of just one day I think the real question here is not how long but how many times did he relive Groundhog Day? Also, keep in mind that the day revealed does not last 24 hours. In many cases it ends by nine or ten in the morning when Phil kills himself after making some dyer mistake causing an about turn from his goal of gaining the amorous advances of the leading lady Rita played by Andie MacDowell. Over the course of the motion picture Phil must reinvent himself changing from a hardened curmudgeon spewing angst over his producers aim that he once again encompasses a ridiculous event, for an antiquated holiday, which he believes is beneath him, into a loving, caring, talented dream date of a guy. The director Harold Ramis said in the DVDs special features that he places Phil’s time in the loop at about ten years even though the script exaggerated the time to as much as 10,000 years. Three to seven years may be a more accurate guess while even that estimate seems high and here’s why.
Google search the chainsaw chic Cherie Currie and you will see a remarkable image gallery of her sculptures carved using a frikin’ tree cutting chainsaw! One example even slightly resembles Andie MacDowell. Currie says she “has only been doing this for a couple of years”. In the movie Phil sculpts Rita’s bust in ice (looks more like snow) with a sharpened chisel and hammer which anyone should agree are far more delicate tools and the ice an easier medium to work with because the artist needs not worry about the grain path or hidden knots wrecking their work. Certified Master Ice Sculptor, Dan Rebholz, has over 22 years experience as a professional carver. But at what point during that 22 years did he achieve enough technique to start selling his work? Probably not that long. Maybe only a few years provided he had a life long interest in sculpture using other mediums like clay or plaster of Paris. Since we know very little about Phil’s background or education (we do know he at very least holds a bachelor’s degree in meteorology) we don’t know what his other interests were and he could have been an artist and sculptor before arriving in Punxsutawney.
The armored car heist would only take a few days to prepare. Just turn on any local version of reality TV and watch the bumbling shenanigans of imbecilic criminals caught in the act of robbing banks and convenience stores. It’s obvious they didn’t spend a lot of time planning their crimes or casing their selected marks. Phil might have been caught a few times trying to lift the satchels of cash from the back of the truck before perfecting his get away. Since the guards were unable to learn from their mistakes Phil probably learned every nuance of the crime in just a few days.
One of the flaws in the film is Phil’s knowledge of the townspeople and his familiarity with them. Since he only arrived the day before he would be a complete stranger to all but a few passers by he met during the day before entering the diner for breakfast in the morning or the night club scene later in the evening (with the exception of Ned Ryerson with whom he attended school). Since each day physically resets at 6 o’clock sharp none of the town’s people would have any prior knowledge of Phil or even know his name unless they knew of him as a network TV weatherman. Phil is the only one who retains his memory of the previous repeating day. There is an episode of the Andy Griffith show called “Stranger in Town” where a mysterious stranger, arrives in Mayberry and disrupts the lives of the townspeople because he appears to know everyone’s name, intimate details about their lives, and other startling facts about them. All of which he learned by taking a subscription to the Mayberry newspaper. Likewise Phil doesn’t really know any of the townspeople. Rather he knows some minor sorted facts amounting to nothing more than simple gossip which could be garnered in just a few weeks of sitting next to different eaters each day.
How long does it take one to seemingly master the skill of Jazz pianist? Ten years? Twenty years? Not really. Two examples I know of are Eddie Van Halen and Dweezil Zappa. Innate ability probably played a factor in both cases. Eddie’s father was a renowned clarinetist and Dweezil’s dad was Frank Zappa a rock fusion guitarist. Eddie started playing guitar at age eleven but didn’t take it seriously until he was fifteen. At that point he says he practiced consistently for eight hours a day every single day. His first album was released only seven years later showcasing talent that some describe as the very best in the world! So apparently in roughly 2500 days give or take a musician who possesses inherited talent can not only master his chosen instrument but can rise all the way to the to pinnacle and become the representative of virtuosity and the measurement towards which all others strive. Dweezil, inspired by Van Halen said in a magazine interview that he practiced five hours a day for five years before releasing his debut album and hearing it proves a great deal of proficiency and a definite mastery of improvisation. So in roughly 1800 days one can master his instrument. Is the piano a more difficult instrument to learn? Doubt it. The piano has 88 keys or notes (52 white and 36 black) whereas the guitar has six strings stretched over 22 frets providing 132 available notes. You can play the piano by banging the keys loudly or tapping them gently but the guitar allows one to strum, pick, pluck, hammer, bend, slide, bow and even play with one’s teeth. In the movie Phil only played two to three songs. It probably didn’t take too very long to learn only those three songs. Songs by masters like Jimmy Page and Jimi Hendrix can be learned note-for-note in as little as one week by working with tablature and instructional cassette tapes. Playing for virtuosos on that level might fail to impress but to the average person who enjoys listening to rock music one can expect a pretty major reaction! Memorizing recorded versions of songs is not for the rank beginner but we can’t tell whether Murray’s character Phil had any prior lessons as a child and may not be starting from scratch when he bribes the teacher to give her student the boot and invite him inside. Considering that it’s quite possible he could learn to play the piano well enough to excite the untrained party goers with his tasty Jazz chops.
Speaking French fluently, hello the trick here is well known computer software called Rosetta Stone. Phil also could have gotten hold of some sort of printed treatment exploring French poetry and defining the best passages with which to woo a love interest.
The Jeopardy game show is the exact same show every day! The program is 30 minutes long. There are 61 answers/questions in a complete game of Jeopardy – 30 in the Jeopardy Round, 30 in the Double Jeopardy Round and one in the Final Jeopardy Round. Most of the answers are common knowledge and would already be known to Phil. Therefore the answers he didn’t know would be even easier to recall. The average person of average intelligence could memorize the answers in what two maybe three viewings!
People commit or attempt to commit suicide for all sorts of completely inane reasons the majority of which have little or nothing to do with depression. Phil’s attempts at suicide aren’t caused by depression but rather a need to escape the inevitable repetition of the same Groundhog Day yet again. It’s not depression that drives him to kill himself again and again, its utter hopelessness. It’s the feeling that he has entered the Twilight Zone or checked into the Hotel California with no route of escape. Not shown in the film are his failed attempts to end it all. Did you know that almost 70 percent of persons that try to kill themselves fail and do not achieve death ending up horribly maimed? Did you know that if you jump from the height of less than six stories and do not land on your head that you will probably live? Imagine all of the times he suffered grievous bodily injury instead of death. Suffering unimaginable pain while waiting for hospital administered anesthesia to bring on sleep and return him once again to that moment when Sonny Bono’s voice strains through the tiny alarm clock radio at six A.M. on Groundhog day singing the opening verse of “I Got You Babe“. In the end Phil finally gets every detail just right and wins the affection of Rita waking instead to a weather report calling for an end to the snow. It’s easy to believe Phil could just smile and snuggle in beside Rita because this is the something anything different moment he has dreamed of for so very long. A new day has dawned and anything is possible. It’s a wonderful film, highly recommended and like the premise can be watched over and over again!

Someone once said, “Opinions are like buttholes. Everyone has one and they all stink!” It’s funny how perceptions and likes and dislikes change as we age. Taste in music seems a particularly strong example of these changes. In High School “The Beatles” were the epitome and matchless point by which all other music was compared. They were somehow on a higher plain than other musicians wildly capable of hit song writing in almost any genre from Oldies to Country to Pop and even Heavy Metal. So blinded by their craft was I that seldom would I even listen to music made by anyone else. I also believed that all other musical groups wanted to be The Beatles. I was completely against contemporary Country and would label musicians with even the slightest twang as such. My friends would play music by Tom Petty, Joe Walsh, John Cougar Mellencamp or Lynyrd Skynyrd and I would scream “Turn that country crap off!” Just a few years later I found my self collecting the entire catalogs by those very same artists. I reserved a similar aversion to Heavy Metal. My roommates would put Van Halen or Led Zeppelin on the stereo and again I would scream “Take that Heavy Metal crap off!” And yet now those are two of my favorite groups. If asked I think that Eddie Van Halen is the greatest guitar player, ever, period! His brown sound is simply unparalleled although there are quite a few players that come mighty close. And Jimmy Page is to Rock n’ Roll what Amadeus Mozart is to the Classics. No one can knit together licks like he does. His music is an incredible kaleidoscope of tempos and textures! Just give a listen to “The Song Remains the Same”, “Fool in the Rain” or “The Rain Song” and you might agree. I also remember being tainted towards drumming and drummers as well. One time while riding a school bus to a marching band event I lambasted two of the best drummers in the band (Wallace Litesee and James Nobles) telling them that it took absolutely no talent to play the drums because there was only one note. It could not possibly be as hard to tap out a rhythm as to sight read treble and bass clef notes. (I played the Sousaphone and Tuba in the band.) In reality I was as ignorant as the Flying Nun and as naive as Gidget. Of course at that time I had never heard the likes of Power Station’s Tony Thompson or Ginger Baker’s foray on Public Image Ltd’s “Compact Disc”. Those two guys can give a drum kit the bully beat down! Then there was the Who’s Keith Moon who would double John Entwistle’s bass triplets. And if you really want to hear a truly magnificent drummer just Google or search YouTube for anything by Buddy Rich. I heard that he kept a coffee can of cold water next to his drum stool to plop his sticks in after a set so they wouldn’t burst into flames. Well actually I made that rumor up but after you hear and see him play you can believe that it’s true. Wallace and James I hope you can forgive me..!