Monday quarterbacking. C' Mon...
Everyone knows that the cool, calm and collected always win in a gun fight. Caesar would admonish his generals less haste and more speed. Cheap shots come easy. The day Mike Moore is put on the spot inevitably awaits. The storm crashes on all our shores. When it lands in his lap, I pray no children be in his presence. For a cowering fat man on the rampage is truly dangerous. 1000 dead soldiers pay testimony too that. May God, Mike Moore, have mercy on your soul because even those of us who would not lift a finger too hurt a fly wish you hell, sir. Hell!