A WARNING TO ALL FELLOW HUMANS AND BRIDGET BARDOT

In my time traveling attempts to pincer the truth from history - I've run into my fair share of enemies of free speech: long wordy letters from Greta Garbo, death scented candles from Mussolini, songs from Hank Williams Jr to name a few. Those fruitless challenges and mediocre attempts on my life have been met and matched. This time is quite different:

That unknown and mysterious insignia graced a small envelope that was mixed in with my bills and small lizard hobbyist magazines. I opened the envelope (July 12th, 1967 - a beautiful morning in Newark, New Jersey) and found it stuffed with what I can scientifically assume were mounds of androgenic hair. Thinking it a confusing mix up with someone's membership to a rather specific service provider and not my usual "How To Trick and Tease Your Gecko", I breathed a slow and powerful sigh of relief as I am custom to do, then this fell from the carefully made envelope:

He's back and there is no stopping him. If you have a time machine - use it now, if not... then soon.