Martyrdom is for those who enjoy being nailed to crosses or wearing vests laden with explosives. I'm neither.

Nor do I think I'm particularly "wise". If I was "wise" I would probably be lounging on my yacht right now, trying to read your post despite the 6 pairs of female breasts being waved in my face, and the expensive alcohol clenched in one hand.

No. I'm not *there* yet, I'm thinking...