Roger, roger.

Just in from the metropolis of Jackson, Mississippi. FBI agents everywhere in SUVs, talking into the their shirt-cuffs. Weird that, isn't it? Do they think we don't know who they are? Heard one of them saying something about "Plonker Rodney..." It's the advance security force for Trueman's visit to the South next week. Their checking mailboxes and manhole covers for disgruntled humorless types who might want to sabotage his talks. Now, Rodders, if you're readin' this here note, a fait acopian, my friend, as they say in Toulouse. We've got it covered.