text: Sorry Margaret, usually I'm on your side but not this time. Your buddy Bill was caught with his his hands and feet in the cookie jar while the rest of us "tax cheats" are slugging it out. I wonder how much of a smug big shot Bill would be if his father wasn't born before him? He can roll up his sleeves all he wants (he picked that affectation up from Justin) but does he really think he's kidding anyone? Sorry Bill, back to the Riviera. You don't get it.