Cruel Brutality in Review

I just wrote a cordial, but STAY AWAY note to my philosophy professor who I ran into at a church concert the other night. I kept it elusive and illusive. I keep much of my rage in my heart because these people are so incomplete in their deceit. When my mother reintroduced me to him, he acted like he had never met me before, and then tried to put me down by asking if I had gone to medical school. Well, Prof. Cady, what you don't know is that I finished medical school by my SOPHMORE year at Hamline, just ask Dr. Benjamin who took me to my cadaver portion at the U of MN. Ebola bodies with only gloves. There were no organs left, all gelled out as ebola should be. The eyes were all oblong and sqwishy like grapes. I pulled them out and showed everyone. I have done many residencies, beginning as a baby. My life is a piece of pie that you do not want to eat. If you want to go at high governmentals now, you may end up dead. That is not a threat, it is a warning that the back of the system has broken and you are an amazingly stupid part of it. They all know themselves a little better now. I guess you know where all the bodies are buried, NOT at Fort Snelling Cemetery. Sweet dreams. I guess I was just here to entertain you.