Across the pond

You think he can’t accuse us any more of conducting a personal vendetta.

But maybe Mossad rescued him, filled him with rejuvenation medicine, winged him away to a hideout in Argentina.

I can imagine him sitting there in front of 50 computers, altering web sites and emails and of course milking bank accounts.

All the time chortling and smiling that smile of his, which you all know.

They thought they’d got me. And,  they don’t even suspect I am richer than ever and and don’t have to borrow from bankers ever again.

I hope I’m joking, not suddenly possessed of telepathic powers.