Trust me, you don’t want to be here.
Seriously, what did you expect to find here? A detailed biography, a million references to universities; a silly life-story? My personality does not matter. I do not exist. A vivid fragment of your imagination that you cannot tell apart from reality, like the diseased ramblings of Ayn Rand and Ron Paul, echoing from your TV the tears of a fat soccer mom whose child commited suicide over a lost accessory item, and you think it is sad.
I support lots of things you might find loathsome, so don’t bother commenting. Rather supportive of Nihilism, professed anti-humanist, collectivist, anti-individualist, anti-liberalist, anti-conservatist, supportive of many authoritarian and totalitarian states, anti-religious, opposed to human rights, opposed to market economy, the enemy of von Mises, Åslund and Yeltsin, rather opposed to absurd traditionalism, opposed to sexual liberalism, opposed to private property, supportive of governmental centralism.
And don’t forget to remember our Hero and Greatest leder, comrade Stalin, and all the great things he did in his days, the relocation of Kurds, Jehovas Witnesses, worthless Balts, etc. And let us never forgive the United States for hindering and ruining the great rule of Saddam Hussein. Let anyone who promotes Democracy and “liberty” and free-market be advised to stay away by those statements, either through fear, a perceived irrationality in those statements (from the Democratic Friend’s humanist standpoint, of course), or a disbelief in the fact that anyone could support such “barbaric” and “evil” leaders. Let us forever remember the glory of comrade Stalin’s work to put the Orthodox Church out of business and the deportations of the clergy. Let us also never forget the grave incompetence of Leonid Brezhnev’s regime, the man who brought the glorious United Soviet Socialist Republics down with his immensely failing economic policies and patethically resigned and inactive leadership of the CPSU.
I am a fictional character, I don’t exist in what you call “reality”. I am bound to this horrific world populated by repulsive characters with no brains at all; I fear they are really cloned from British citizen or something similar– this world is a pitch black nightmare from which there is no escape.
