Let's cut to the chase, then, gents & ladies. I'm Graham Strouse. I'm the new sheriff in town. And I've got a few rules.

The first rule is, everyone is entitled to my opinion. As for the second rule, see rule number one. Being an open-minded and fair man (except when I'm not) & a frequent believer in the right to free speech extended to all Americans under our glorious, albeit much-abused & neglected Bill of Rights.*

Now maybe you're thinking to yourself, "So you're sheriff, are you? Sheriff of what, may I ask? And where might that what be located if we want to stop by with a little chat, possibly involving pitchforks. Mmmm?"

And the answer to that would be:

Look behind you.

See that huge man in matching black body armor, cape & Kabuki helmet? No, not that one. The other one. The one with the red laser sword, asthmatic wheeze & the half-dozen giant rabid weasals straining, straining at their leashes held casually in one black-gauntled fist?

That's not me. I'm nearly positive.

Somebody forgot to not take their medication today, yes? Try some of mine. No, check that. I'll have what you're having. It sounds interesting. Is it homemade?

Now that that's all settled, let us do it. Strike a pose and let's get to it.

"Cry Havoc! And let slip the Dogs of War!"**

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*For the purpose of this forum, I shall even extend these rights to any foreigners with funny sounding names who wish to post here, including illegal aliens and possibly Texans.
**And the Weasels of War. Specially bred War Weasals, each the size of an African lion and twice as mean. My War Weasals? Get it? Got it. Good. Still want to know the location & extent of my presumed jurisdiction? No? Ah, well then...