This is my Polish grandmother, Memorial Day 2005. I just like the photo is all. And no, I am not Polish, just my mother. That part's not genetic. Or something. Kidding, I don't mind being Polish. Nietzsche was really of Polish stock, I'm told. And crazy stock. So I'm in good company. Yeah, Friedrich and I will whoop your odbyt, we will. So ignore our ancestors' charging tanks on horses with wooden lances. It was about courage. We's ain't stupid.