This is Frank Turek. I am not Frank Turek. I know: he says it wrong, and it sounds like “Frank Turk”. Forgive him.
If he gets half as many e-mails people mean for me that I get which they mean for him, I pity him. I am sure the mail he gets meant for me is far less edifying.
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