Generally speaking if your first or last name starts with the same letter your probably a bad guy.

I seriously hope this is a joke. Because if not, this is fairly high on the Retard-O-Meter.

So what you are claiming is that 58 years ago in 1964 (almost to the day), Mr. and Mrs. Jordan had a newborn son. As the mom lay in the hospital bed and dad sat nearby, they were both busy being overwhelmed by the tiny miracle that was currently peacefully snoozing in her arms.

Enter a mysterious man, dressed severely in a black trench coat, fedora, sunglasses, and leather driving gloves. He is carrying a briefcase. He turns and locks the door behind him. The parents are confused and press the nurse call button.

'That won't help I'm afraid. The staff has been given more...pressing...matters to attend to for the time being.' He steps over to the bed and speaks to them in a whisper. He flashes some sort of ID Card. Robert Richman.

'This child will be named James. He has a path laid out for him even now.'

The baby's mother protests 'No. I want to name him Mark.'

The father (John Jordan) speaks up, barely audible. 'Shirley. Hush. I know this man. But I was not sure he would be here...I was not sure we would be chosen.'

'Oh but you are chosen John. We have great plans for this one. And with great plans come great rewards.' He places the case on the bed and opens it. It is filled with banded stacks of $100 bills. He leaves the case and turns to exit the room. As he does, he looks over his shoulder and sneers a final warning.

'His name is James. See to it.'