can you shut the *bleep* up?

premise: am happy you're alive. am happy you're free.


now.


can you just shut the fuck up? do you have to go on the air waves of your own newspaper, how tacky and self-serving, and spin the whole sad and sorry yarn of your days in captivity? does it not trouble you that you may be pissing someone off, royally, and by thus doing maybe, just maybe, putting in jeopardy the life of the next blighter who will be taken hostage? people just don't know when to keep their trap shut.