Dear Mr. Davis,
When you called for an interview request, I assumed that the usual rules applied and that our conversation was off the record. Imagine My shock when I opened up the intertubespaper to see that you had quoted Me verbatim. You’ve taken Me out of context. The fact is, I was a little squiffy when you called and, assuming we were on deep background, I decided to have a little fun with you.
Look, the truth is, I don’t run anything. I’m on vacation. Have been for years. As for all the destruction, you don’t need Me for that. You fellows are doing a pretty good job of it on your own. In fact, I’d venture a guess that My lawyers, Fire, Brimstone & Wrath, LLC, would consider that bit libelous. I generally don’t smite on vacation, but I’ll sue your ass in a New York minute.
I’m going to keep this short, since I’m writing from a motor coach on my way to Budapest, so let Me just sum up: Off the Record. On Vacation. Sue Your Ass. Got it? Leave Me out of your politics, for My sake.
Wish You Were Here,