The Financial Times of London is one of the last respectable newspers. That’s why I invited one of its most objective reporters – Adam Thomson – to travel with Samantha and I. He readilly agreed, and after a two day, circuitous journey from Mexico, involving transfers, pickups, roundabouts and backtracking (to ensure he was not followed), we met in person today.
I would like to say that Adam appears in every respect to be a true gentleman, and a professional of the highest order. He is quick witted, insightful and honest – the qualities that old time journalists were required to possess. He is also an outstanding writer.
We had a four hour, intensive discussion, on tape, in which he asked questions that no-one had yet asked – the important questions – the questions I was waiting to be asked. I answered honestly and openly. Our agreement was that nothing about his interview would be revealed until its publication, so you will have to read his end result to be enlightened.
However, the intensity of our situation (Samantha’s and myself), overwhelmed Adam and he begged out of remaining with us. I cannot blame him. He is a reporter with a conservative financial publication, and the environment of people on the run is alien and intimidating to even hardened adventurers.
At one point, Samantha ferociusly confronted him: “I am younger and smaller than you, and I am a girl, but I have more balls than you”. I am used to Sam and I laughed, but I fear Adam was embarrassed. He need not have been. Samantha has more balls than me as well.
She wants to say something in her own words:
i like his accent. I wud like to talk like he. but he need mor curage because he scared. life is ful of scary thing.
Three of my friends are still being held in prison on trumped up charges. They are:
They were charged and have been imprisoned because three legally licensed firearms were found in the incorrect rooms on my property (stretching the law to the extreme). I would ask you to please email the following and demand their release: