Abstract:
But then Saddam Hussein lost part of his ear, the police chief lost all of his SWOT team, and Morgan Robertson (and his medieval mace) temporarily lost contact with the rest of the human race. Rooms exploded, tiles flew, television cameras whirled, and the cheer leaders from the Class of 32 were all mildly gassed. The ambassador came, of course, as ambassadors will; but the problem was – he then didn’t leave. Well, he couldn’t really – not after Morgan hit him with the mace. So yes, a typical day – fun, but typical!