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  1. Burnham

    To all my beloved THers.

    I don't need any help from you at all, Bob. Your aim is no better than mine. My shots hit left of the bull's eye, yours to the right. Neither of us knows a damn thing about how to center our scopes, I fear :). We could trade talk all day about which party has played which shitty cards...
  2. Burnham

    To all my beloved THers.

    Fair point, Butch.
  3. Burnham

    To all my beloved THers.

    Okie dokie. All I hear from reporters on site does not reflect that. But I don't listen to Trumpeteers, so I may be off the mark.
  4. Burnham

    To all my beloved THers.

    How could you possibly know that, Gary?
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