And lo, he doth bestride the earth like an Sicilian colossus, radiating sheer magnificence with each majestic stride, engendering both fear and awe in equal measure. Yea, such fulsome demi-godliness is scarce seen in these times when myth and legend are felled by science and rational thought and the great beasts and spirits told of in the fantastical, epic stories of the ancients find their passing mourned by storytellers whose day is also fading. So hail to the mighty Bligh, slayer of kegs, despoiler of virtue, singer of ribald songs and champion of the puerile. Long may his mettle be potent, pungent and hopefully potable. HAIL, MIGHTY BLIGH!!!-excerpt from The Chronicles of Commack, as recorded by Nunzio the feculent.
