If the lion ever wears the fox’s hide, still he wears it on the lion. Meaning a criminal can put on a suit and pretend to be honorable, but he is still a hustling, thug, and felonious man in a fancy garment. Yesterday, I spoke in London, and both ways on the plane across the Atlantic I was studying a document about how the United Nations proposes to insure the human rights of the oppressed underrepresented groups of the World. What makes a person think of themselves as only an internal United States of America issues is just a catch-phrase, two words “civil right” before first he wins his human rights? If the American people will start thinking about their human rights, and then start thinking about themselves as part of the World’s greatest people, they will see that they have a case for the United Nations. I cannot think of a better case! Ten years of blood, sweat, time and tears invested here, and they still have him begging for justice and what every immigrant fresh off the ship or sneaking across the border takes for granted the minute he gets here. #RyanPhillippe 1 of 3

However, I am digressing. Let us reflect, that the highest path is pointed out by the pure ideal of those who look up to us, and who, if we tread less loftily, may never look again. I told the Englishman that my alma mater was books, and a good library. Every time I catch a plane, I have with me a book that I want to read—and that is a lot of books these days. If I were not out there battling the reporter thugs, I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity—because you can hardly mention anything I am not curios about. I do not think anyone gets more out of the news than I do. In fact, setting in my apartment listening to these jive journalists enabled me to study far more intensively than I ever would have if my life had gone differently, and I attend quite a few colleges, overseas and in American, and I do have a college degree. I imagine that one of the biggest troubles with colleges is there are too many distractions, too much boxer and panty-raiding, fraternities, Kabuki dancing and drugs. Where else but in this building and city of Sacramento could I have attacked my ignorance by being able to study intensely, many days for up to twenty-one hours a day? #RyanPhillippe 2 of 3

Whatever our souls are made of my breeding shines through a sackcloth. Be what you would seem to be—or, if you would like it put more simply—Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise then what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise then what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. The [fox] chase, like misfortune, is a wonderful leveler of distinctions. I do not respect a lot of those reporters because it seems a lot of their time is spent arguing about things that should not really be important to them. They remind me of so many of the African American “intellectuals,” so-called, with whom I have come in contact—they are always arguing about something useless. “That is like SRO.” “The rap board owns that.” “The building is this or that.” I will tell you something. Much of journalism in Sacramento, California has now wound up in a cul-de-sac. The ignorant man has perpetrated upon himself, as well as the entire community, so gigantic a fraud that these reporters have put themselves into a grave. They did it through their elaborate, neurotic necessity to hide my true history and identity. #RyanPhillppe 3 of 3