I have to use a very special modem that is rubber banded to a soup can which has a piece of string on it that runs along a fence row 4 miles into town where the local provider converts the signal to semaphore which is relayed (on clear days) to a grain elevator across the river where I believe it actually gets connected to a Kaypro computer, and it's connected to the Bruce-net (a local startup company using Soviet era surplus vacuum tube technology), which eventually is interfaced to the actual internet in Billingsford South Dakota.
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
