Hey, Kattrup, since you appear to be Lord (or is it Lady?)* Orsam’s representative on earth, and he/she clearly doesn’t have the balls to ask Paul Begg the question about Monro that he/she is so desperate to ask, directly, do you think you could summon up the courage to ask it on his/her behalf?
As I’ve explained before, even if I were one of His/Her Lord/Ladyship’s grovelling acolytes, eager to do his/her any bidding - and such people do exist - I simply don’t have sufficient knowledge of the subject to even frame the Munro question, let alone to field Paul’s responses, should he be gracious enough to make them.
You never know, given your high status as H/HL’s mouthpiece, you may even be able to winkle out the admission of a single mistake made by Paul in decades of Ripper research and authorship. What a coup that would be for the Spandex Bully - and for you! You might even be invited to Orsam Towers to sip from the cesspit - albeit only briefly, before the dogs were let loose. O! clearly doesn’t have the balls; I don’t have the brain: cometh the hour, cometh the Kattrup? Are you a man or a mouse?
*If you’ve managed to wade through the Great Grimpen Mire of word-vomit you are promoting, you’ll understand my confusion as to his/her Pukiness’s gender. And why I’ve chosen to respond before Orsam Day.
As I’ve explained before, even if I were one of His/Her Lord/Ladyship’s grovelling acolytes, eager to do his/her any bidding - and such people do exist - I simply don’t have sufficient knowledge of the subject to even frame the Munro question, let alone to field Paul’s responses, should he be gracious enough to make them.
You never know, given your high status as H/HL’s mouthpiece, you may even be able to winkle out the admission of a single mistake made by Paul in decades of Ripper research and authorship. What a coup that would be for the Spandex Bully - and for you! You might even be invited to Orsam Towers to sip from the cesspit - albeit only briefly, before the dogs were let loose. O! clearly doesn’t have the balls; I don’t have the brain: cometh the hour, cometh the Kattrup? Are you a man or a mouse?
*If you’ve managed to wade through the Great Grimpen Mire of word-vomit you are promoting, you’ll understand my confusion as to his/her Pukiness’s gender. And why I’ve chosen to respond before Orsam Day.
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