Colson,
Don't delude yourself. Those ladies were weeping at the loss of income.
(I mean, I just assume you have to pay for it.)
At any rate, I'll trundle along in your wake to patch up the naïve youths you talk into acts of "glory," as always.
I am thankful, as ever, for the freedom we both cherish, which by definition lets me say such things to you, you warthog-faced buffoon.
Your humble servant,
Chuck