I really wish I could sneak into CMR's bedroom with some LSD and a record player that repeats over and over, in a voice that claims to be Michael the Archangel, that Mike Bobo is really a hellspawn conjured up by some witches in the swamps of Florida, and that he needs to be cut loose for the sake of all that is holy in the Bulldog nation, or else those little kids he worked with in Africa will be taken prisoner and trained up as child soldiers for some Sudaneese warlord.