About Me

If you’ve come here to find out more about me you’re in luck, for that’s exactly the reason behind this page’s construction. But before I delve into the many characteristics that make me me, I’d like to ask you one quick question.

What kind of a presumptuous cock would I be if I asked you to believe any of what’s written in my bio that’s posted on the inter webs — a vast virtual estate that’s responsible for trafficking phenomenal amounts of habitually deceiving and or downright false data — at face value?

Quite the presumptuous cock if you ask me. A dirty, conniving, shallow-to-the-point-where-its-virtual-state-could-be-described-as-a-plane-like dirty scrotum of a human being to say the least.

Here arises the dilemma.

You want to know more about me, I have no qualms telling you more about me, but alas coming from me, there is no credibility. After all, no matter how substantial the magnitude of my attempts at being neutral may be, it is in the nature of self descriptions that they indeed tend to become laced with bias. Anguish I tell you. Dire anguish.

But worry not, because I for one, refuse to believe you — my precious reader — is as gullible as a sack of rocks, and even if we put the great debate of whether or not a sack of rocks posses the capability of being gullible or not aside, after much contemplation, I’ve reached — for what I believe is worth — a fair and balanced conclusion and the idea is as follows:

I’ve decided to point you to my personal web log and give you — my precious reader — the power to decide what kind of person I really am. Because hey. I’ll be damned if I wasted your — my precious reader’s (once again with much emphasis) — invaluable time with blurbs of self-advocacy, which very could have been data constructed with abysmal relevance to the truth.

Now, without further a due, behold and enjoy: The Demise of Common Sense