Early in life I was an unpleasant asshole but at least did the right thing
when the chips were down. Now I'm just as unethical as any Microsoft
vice-president and still an unpleasant asshole. So the special interests
that humped my arse from age 0 to age 42 have stopped now, and I'm finally
free--free to sit in my bedroom and stare at the wall all day, but at least
I'm being left alone. And miracle of miracles, I'm even free to post here!
As a mental patient I lack all credibility, even with fellow mental
patients. No matter what my posts actually say, even you guys respond with
"Mike, are you having symptoms again?" and ignore the content of my words.
In some ways it's wonderful that, if I wanted to, I could post any old
fucking bullshit that farted upon my brain and it would make no difference.
(I don't, but I'm free to.) This is what I've tried to achieve all my
life--total freedom to speak out even if nobody's listening. And the latter
has been necessary for the sake of the former. This, dear kiddies, is true
happiness. Even if the egg of my life has needed to be broken in order to
cook the omelette of my free speech.
Mike