And you still can't point out a lie.

And didn't I just know, somehow, that this is the way this would turn out; so predictable. It looks like alias thrives on making bold and sweeping generalizations, but when called upon the carpet to examine into his ranting, the foundation crumbles, along with his veracity; and, we find that his equivocations are just that; he is just blowing smoke, and now eating crow; and enjoying his favorite dish: SMOKED CROW