The facts expressed here belong to everybody, the opinions to me. Actually, I cannot tell a lie, they are not my opinions at all, they are the opinions of the little green men who come out of the walls at night and stick wires in my head. Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. Is your sensational attention at annoying me with your hand. Any queuing system is prone to breakage, and mail systems are written to be as paranoid as possible in an effort to prevent this.
Automated paranoia makes for big programs.
But to look for heaven is to live here in hell. Never attribute to malice what can be adequately explained by stupidity. I don't care WHO you are, you're not walking on the water while I'M fishing. If I can be of any help, you're in worse trouble than I thought. Pass me the telephone, waiter.