Take a break from locking up a generation of black men and blow the dust off some older files and get the majority of american male talent back behind bars. I'm not gay and have no latent issues save for passionately building model submarines and tending to my cucumber garden, but it's simply too distracting a task to try to mentally extract the naked man who causes the inevitable and involuntary urge to check if the breitling is still in my dresser and send the NRA a donation in hopes I can get a full-auto with uncle sammy's blessing. Constantly thinking about whether ADT is a ripoff is uncurable, not even a backup baboon heart and 1200mg of viagra can overcome the effects of voluntary exposure to some overly-inked guy not fit to do dishonest muffler repairs. Until these guys are safely returned to their cells or I can afford to have them clipped by the russian mafia, it's all European stuff for now--let me be patriotic, I'm begging the denizens of all of those san-spanishterm city/counties to look at the pictures up at your post office. I'll send you the quarter to call them in.