Does the name Nikki mean anything to me? Hmmmmmm.

Let’s see, is that the jolly old guy who hangs out a lot around Christmas Time? No, I didn’t think so. Maybe it’s that Russian Premier who had such a soft spot in his heart for Disneyland. No? Hmmmmmmm.

The only other Nikki I can think of is some freakish weirdo down under who doesn’t take kindly to calumny, even when it’s honest and truthful. So, I’m certain you wouldn’t be thinking of mining data on that old one-horse open sleigh. I’m sure she’s as pure as the driven snow, which caused Napoleon’s army to shrivel up and drag their hangdog butts back to Gaie Paree, thus turning all that pure snow into unmanageable slush. Come to think of it, you might indeed by talking about that particular Nikki.

For some people, calumny is the only thing they understand or appreciate. They get so much of it that it becomes a comforting regular part of their lives. A sort of “raison d’etre”, if you will.

But, then, I’m an American Citizen, and we Yanks enjoy a certain modicum of freedom of speech. Long live data mining and the age of Information!

Just think, if she hadn’t decided to sick her legal dogs on that guy who runs and operates P2Pnet.net, no one would ever have heard of her. So, there she goes: biting the hand that feeds her celebrity.

(Oh, well, dogs of a feather … or does it go that way?)

hmmmm….that gives me an idea ^_^… does the name Nikki mean anything to ya? BUWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!