Who Am I?
To paraphrase a great song by “The Who”… “Who am I? Who, who? Who, who? Come and tell me who am I? Aww, who the phuque am I?” (in case you missed the 60’s and 70’s, “Baba O’Reily”)
Being Canadian, we get to play with les words du Francaise, even when we have no idea how to speak or write the language, other than “mon stylo est rouge” and “mon stylo est gros”. And, not even getting that right, we now move on with the question at hand, to wit; who am I?
Is that supposed to be a trick question? That’s a rather tall order to ask one person to write about themselves, especially when that person is about to try to write some blogs about things that may not be relative to who they are. But, always the sucker for another challenge, here’s my shot at this preposterous and asinine question…
Who Am I?
I am me.
I try not to be a sell-out, in any way, shape or form. I believe in sticking up for the defenseless, and punishing the wrong. I believe that if the World doesn’t learn to play nice sooner rather than later, we can all bend over and kiss our pattooties goodbye. I believe that good work should be met with good pay, and that anyone making over $1/2 Million a year on the public purse should be shot in a public square. I believe that banks should be limited to how much they can make before giving back dividends to it’s members. Equally – none of this “oh, I had a continuous bank balance of over $150 Million last year, I get the most!” business, equal shares for everyone!
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