PLEASE REMOVE MY NAME FROM THIS EMAIL FROM HADES THAT WOULD BRING DOWN SNOPES IF THEY TRIED TO ANALYZE IT
I have half a mind to fly to Haiti and buy exactly, let's see, last count here
"Akiva to myron joshua, susan oppenheim, Corey Gil-Shuster, majed abusalama..., Chenae and 63 more"
voodoo dolls with enough pins to make permanent pin cushions that would break any known Guiness World Record. If you suddenly feel your left arm flapping about mysteriously as you are walking down the street, remember my warning. I will personally wait until you sit down at the fanciest restaurant you've ever been to, WITH YOUR BOSS PRESENT, and start jabbing that little tush of yours until you resemble Mexican jumping beans with a bad case of diarrhea. THEN perhaps you'll remove me from this Satanic ritual of constant torture.
Look, you wanna know what I think??? We need to call David Icke, who apparently has a direct line to the Reptilian space gods from the star Sirius, and have them take off their George Bush lookalike suits, fly over to the Near East, and give everyone paint ball guns and enough ammo to redecorate the Great Wall of China. First team to completely paint the other team gets the jacuzzi on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays AND SUNDAYS AFTER SUNDOWN.
Honestly folks, we are all feeling helpless, hopeless, and powerless to stop this continuous nose dive into the bowels of Hell. If I knew exactly what to do, I wouldn't be sitting here typing away at this sticky, ink-stained keyboard to a bunch of bits and bytes who keep popping up in my email sans cesse and cluttering my otherwise pristine, blank monitor. I think you fell the same way too, if not, so what??
So please, battle it out, point your fingers, add your two cents, and take your time ...........
JUST DON'T TAKE MY TIME, CAPICHE??
If anyone is wondering, my flight to Haiti leaves tomorrow morning at 8.