I didn’t come here because I was lonely and wanted to make new friends.  I started blogging because I am intellectually two-dimensional, with a compulsive need to inflict my egoistic nature on other people, while benefitting from absolute and hypocritical impunity.

I’ve intentionally externalized my obnoxious persona and chosen an ugly homicidal clown as my avatar because I love to indulge in what Alduous Huxley once referred to as “transcendental role-paying,” wherein I may indulge a pathological need for attention without having to take responsibility for the messes I create. Philosophically, I’m a tautologist, and my arguments are daisy chains of naked self-aggrandizement.  I don’t want people to like me because they agree with me, I want them to agree with me despite the fact that I’m a shallow sexist asshole.

If Person A says 2 + 2 = 4 and Person B says 2 + 2 = 3 then I will say that Person A will most likely enjoy having my meatprod shoved down her throat and that Person B is most likely in a constant state of sobbing, reasoning that Person A is a cute little Wiccan and Person B is mentally ill former PUMA who thinks she’s Wonder Woman.  And I’m not going to change my position even if all my other friends side with Person B.  It’s not about how I feel about Person A or Person B, it’s that I am an insufferable paranoid douche bag who enjoys dressing up like the clown I suspect that most women have always believed me to be.

I’m not claiming to be infallible but if I have to choose between being right and being liked then I will forever remain a poster clown for Jung’s observation that  ”that which has not been resolved, gets projected.” 

I can live with that.