_Dear (classified) City Hall Administrators ,
We are very upset and disappointed about what happened to our C.I.O. , to our great friend and fellow highwayman ,
M.F.(classified) , a true shame , a paradox for your Civilty .
This fact confirms what We've thought a lot of time ago about you ,
you primitives , dinosaurs ,
people corrupted in the flesh and in the soul ,
although no evidences of soul can be proved in you .
Our company offered to you the best that you could get around the world ,best features and options , best collaboration , a ridiculous price , and one of ours best men , a pure , a mighty , a glorious spartan .
Hence just these few lines to highlight how much We despise you people , also We hope and trust in Justice of your Law which must give back rights to our brother ,
A man who has more nobility of soul in his little finger...
...than any of you bloated bastards has in your entire bodies.

You've clawed your way up from the gutter,
haven't you, Administrators... ?
What's it feel like to look down on yours humble origins
from the dizzy heights? Does it make you giddy ?
Make you fearful of slipping and stumbling
and falling back into the slime?
How does it feel, my lords , and my ladies ,
to be staring into the abyss ? You feel giddy ?
If wisdom grew on trees, you would be a bare bush.
The wise man mocks the man.The mocked man mocks the mocker.
And about your Informatica Administrator :
We suppose she hasn't two euro to rub together,
yet you administrators think she's marvellous
and give her such a respect .
However We're good judges of characters, dear administrators :
And in our opinion you're in deficit.
That is to say, We see nothing noteworthy...
...about your physiognomy or your general appearance.
In summary,
We don't like the cut of your jibs .

To the rest of this infamous crew :
at the end , sing along with us :

"..It does not bring pleasure to my heart
  to stand and deliver the sorrowful tale
of the man who now stands in this rattling cart...

..Oh..., for a week., for a night.., for a day...
              .For the thrash of the wind.
                   and the pistol's bray..
Friends , for that right would you gladly be
           Dancing with the devil
         on the Tyburn gallows tree..
            Cold-handed deliverer
               Feeder of flies
           Accomplice to murderer
              Mother of shame
               Gallows tree...
              .Gallows tree,
            Bastard of history,
            ..Taker of gentlemen...
..............Sweet M.F.(classified) ........."

We wish to not thank you in any manner or form ,
and No regards will be wasted away for you , dogs...
and do not complain with M.F.(classified) about this mail ,
he knows nothing of this and We presume you won't say word of it .

Karl Constantine , C.E.O. Nexus23 Corp ,
Manchester , U.K. , 2/22/2010