For the record, I am not a terrorist. Well, I am but I don't use explosives, box cutters, aircraft, nuclear weapons, or any thing that is actually fatal. I use social contravention. Take this blog for instance. I have partially destroyed the lives of everyone who has read it. Of course I cost them the few minutes necessary to catch up on everything that I have posted since 2006, which is this post. But I have also deleted just a little bit of their souls. Dear reader, there is a reason that your eyes now smell like they are slightly out of date.

For whatever reason, I have never been able to just follow the prevailing winds of my social environment. I like to think that this is willful. I don't like to explain it as such when others inquire. I am the ugly child of the unnatural coupling of the thoughts of Friedrich Nietzsche and James Thurber: the ÜberMitty.

Here I rant; I whine; I tell off every government, and every corporation for cloaking their terrorist activities in offical business and bureaucracy. This is my little protest march. I am constantly amazed at what can be killed with a line in front of a service desk. Afterwards, I go out into mainstream America and attempt to show enough conformity that people will pay me for it. I sit under my hat and think my dark little thoughts about how all will be eventually solved by the sun exhausting its supply of hydrogen. I drip a dry tear because I lack the temporal stamina to witness this and gloat.

So I suck the life out of you. Just a minute or two more tnat it takes to read this.

Now I think you need to sniff your finger to see if they are still fresh. Odds are you have rested them on the keyboard and sufered just a little bit more of my infection.