Cotton, you and I have been around long enough to know the prophesies of old.
“And out of the land of milk and honey, between the Euphrates and Tigris, a child shall be born. You shall call him the Chroison one. For his
charisma, poise, Golden arm, and pearly smile will save ye people of Buffalo.”
But people may have forgotten this part of the prophecy:
“And from the line of The Chroison one shall be born a son. And he shall Beget a son who shall beget a son, who shall hail from the Mountain West and shall be the one to lead thee to the promised land.”