Having recently fallen off his soapbox, Jo lay there, wondering, as people who fall off their soapboxes often do, about life and death and all that other stuff that comes in between. For a moment it seemed almost like meaningful reflection, until he spied from his vantage a silver spoon that had rolled underneath the sofa sometime before.
Easily distracted by all things shiny insight took the opportunity to crawl under the wire and escape. It was caught several days later trying to cross the border with a fake Danish passport. Which is probably a good thing. After all who knows where it might have ended up? Trying to take over the world or abusing the elderly.
And so having fallen from… not very high, insight-less and clutching a tarnished silver spoon Jo was forced to consider the veritable facts. Was he pushed? Or did he fall?
I like words and ideas. Syntax and grammar less so. Therefore to preserve the equanimity of the reader I feel I should apologize right near the beginning. Also, since we are being upfront about my literary faux pas, I sometimes arbitrarily switch between American and original English without noticing. Color me sorry. Sentence structure is also often poorly constructed, with strange bits added for effect (and some bits left out entirely, usually by accident). This prose should definitely not be fed after midnight or combined with any form of prescription medication.
I feel that maybe I should also point out (while we are here) that I am not very clever. Probably shoehorned in there somewhere near the rounded bit on the bell curve, but conceited enough to wonder why I’m surrounded by all these idiots. (Dunning-Kruger effect)
Everything I write is tainted by privilege, a high level of affluence and a Teutonic upbringing. That’s just the way it is, I just write what I happen to be thinking at the time. I’d like to pretend that I have no dogmatic beliefs and that my mind can be changed about anything…
This blog has two core intentions…
It is meant to serve as a type of Bildungsroman – that is a story chronicling the education of its protagonist. Ie. Me. It is not meant to garner support, espouse ideology or generate income. It has no other function other than to exist and suggest that the author tried to lead a considered life.
The other objective is, that if/when I die (ie. Go Darke) my kids have access to some first hand information that will tell them what their dad was like and what interested him (A form of redundancy plan from beyond the grave).
If forced to codify myself with nouns and adjectives I would likely say that I am (mostly) a apatheistic Homo sapiens that likes libertarianism, stoicism and laissez faire capitalism. (my contents page probably gives a better overview of what I’m into)
‘Jo… has good intentions… but with a fuck you attitude’
–Father Paul Seggie, on describing me to one of his parishioners
I find comments to be a double edged sword. While there are many amazing people out there that are worthy entrants into my ‘Dunbar number’, there are many more that are not. I find social weeding tiresome and would prefer just not to do it. I write for my own edification, and for the most part, laugh at my own jokes. Also where does anyone find the time to be engaging with other people in far away places and debating the minutiae of the own personal and nuanced ideologies? Ergh.
I hate conservatives, but I really fucken hate liberals – Matt Stone
Matt probably summates my position more succinctly than I ever could. I feel the need to ‘disclaimer’ this about myself… since I write about politics quite often and you’re likely to vehemently disagree with me on most of it. (I would have voted for Tulsi Gabbard)