I have tea with Z on a regular basis. We sit and discuss many subjects suitable for our refined tastes for many hours. Markets, world events, particle physics...the list goes on and on....

Then, a mischevious glint comes to his eyes and he starts in with politics....a right wingnut, I tell you. Before long, our hands are around the throat of the other, both squeezing for all it's worth....

Soon, both of us are squeeking "It was the Dukes, It was the Dukes!"

Bursting out laffing, we then open a bottle of fine red wine or two and consume strong Italian cheeses.

and that's the truth...or I'm not

Schultz