RBC has been quietly shopping its Bahamas operations for over a year. No takers willing to meet their price yet.

As usual, your numbers are suspect. I'd say it was 437. :o)

Back to our regularly scheduled program. Kenyatta may be in a heap of trouble.

LOL.

Someone has to do it, and the Jews ruined it when they crucified him.

Nope. That would be too much like journalism. Most of the stuff here, is note-taking.

Nope, I'm God's Banker.

A priest and a parishioner were golfing. At the first hole, the parishioner had an easy putt, and he missed it. He shouted "Gawd dammit, I missed.". The priest said "Don't say that. You will raise the ire of God, and a big thumb will come out of the sky and crush you."

One the second hole, the parishioner teed up, and said he would put it straight down the fairway. It went off into the trees and he said "Gawd dammit, I missed.". The priest said "I am warning you. You will suffer the wrath of God if you say that one more time".

The parishioner was pitching to the green, and the ball over-flew the green. He shouted "Gawd dammit, I missed".

At that point a black cloud appeared, and clap of thunder echoed through the sky. A huge thumb came out of the cloud, and crushed the priest to smithereens. Then a huge voice was heard across the heavens "Gawd dammit, I missed !!!!!!"

I een afraid. I een selling tickets to heaven or salvation for filthy lucre.

You took the words right out of my mouth. However, he was going to a conference to fleece the flock. You had to pay to get in. You had to buy your John-the-Baptist steak knives, and your Dead-Sea-Scrolls shower curtains, and your books on how to be a Christian leader and suppress your wife.

It was a bait-and-switch, Come-to-Jesus flea market, and it p*ssed off the Almighty. Remember the money changers in the temple? They got a cut hip, and Myles got the smash-the-body-to-pieces wrath of God.

>social media pundit Graham Weatherfood,

Hilarious. Real apt too. Weatherfood is much more descriptive than Weatherford

It's Myles not Miles. And if he were such a good prophet, he would have not gotten aboard the private jet.

When Jesus went into Jerusalem, he rode a humble donkey instead of the finest chariot. I guess Myles een get da humility and poverty memo, and God pasted it to the shipyard crane so that it would be the last thing to go through his mind -- physically -- when the crane girders sliced through the plane and mix-mastered his body so bad that it was closed casket. It was a good rich-man lesson about a camel going through the eye of a needle, and the needle won.