I'll try again, but I've sent you more than one private message (if I've not been blocked somehow).

I'd like to burn your cable tv down. I'm jealous for your full attention (and besides, Youtube is lousy with excellent content which I'm constantly working to promote as part of my purpose).

All I have are the words people choose to fight with. I do not pretend to more knowledge than is available in the moment of those I've never met or are ever likely to meet. That being the fact, I cannot be offended by anything anyone chooses to post (I'm not in the picture and neither are they).

I will only note that I've received nothing but admonishment from those who've done nothing but repeat the sort of drivel I've read countless times before.

So call me a prick if you must and I'll take the epithet with pride -- because I'm "a prick with a purpose." What purpose can you ascribe to my detractors?

Call it virtue signaling if you must, but this honestly explains the way I, honest romantic revolutionary for reason in a world of suicidal insanity, think & feel, how I choose to SEE myself in an insipid "sea of stupidity" (now, recovering from a long academic road that began in symbolic logic. In other words, if I cannot be literal, at least let https://youtu.be/iPgzfxdQ7cg

Days [Be] Numbers (The Traveller)
The Alan Parsons Project
Chris Rainbow - Lead Vocals

The traveler is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware

The traveler is always leaving home
The only kind of life he's ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There's always one more mountain left to climb

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are

Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

The traveler awaits the morning tide
He doesn't know what's on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasn't found a reason to say no

The traveler is only passing through
He cannot understand your point of view
Abandoning {unreality, sure} of what he'll find
The traveler in [you] is close behind

Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are

Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are

Songwriters: Alan Parsons / Eric Woolfson

You have my email. B^)

I'm fighting for a vision, they're knot. You see, I hold that irony is the flip side of the same coin: Justice. But there are those who fall afoul of the poet of the revolution. In other words, I didn't get degrees in linguistics and theater for nothing. Maybe instead of being merely the Patrick Henry of whatever political revolution anyone had in mind, I'll instead be the Cyrano d'Bergerac. And I'm good with a turn of a phrase, e.g., You must BE the Revolution or there IS no revolution!!

When I find myself in a bowl of subjective or word-twisting, ankle-biting pedantic spaghetti prepared by those unable to grasp what it means to think IN principle (not merely in a "relational" or "compartmentalized" way, but to see the poetry and principles of Galt in the reality of their lives, their motives, their thought processes, to listen to Scott Brick not Christopher (oh) Hurt (me!) and that insipid, hallmark pastiche of the Atlas Shrugged movies. Yech. --Then I must quickly cut myself free and move on! (i.e., It's ok, I'm gonna delete all this "slanderous" "libel" of others' slanderous and libelous behavior toward the Ayn Rand they think they're holding hostage to their hippielove). In a word, I'm arrogant but I'm not allowed to pronounce moral judgement (apparently, as I've been told, there's no room for ad hominem in the Gulch (now who are the Thought Police?)

{Burn After Reading}