General Fury Reflects

I think I’m going to retire the colorful and splenetic character “Gen. Fury.” Don’t worry — He (and I) still hate the fucking guts of every last one of you. We think you’re all VERMIN, and a type of species very different from our own. You know: wildly INFERIOR.  But I may have more fun and interest, commentary-wise, in spending more time and effort posting under my own name and identity.

Part of my intent in starting this charmingly-named blog, and creating this brazenly, hyperbolically, misanthropic character, was to carve out for myself a vast range of freedom of speech. The goal was to be able to say what I wanted, without repercussions from Planet Slimeball (Earth). As always, I sought safety and refuge from the appallingly-evil form of life known as humankind. But my voice is so distinctive that my hopes for long-term anonymity and pseudonymity were always about ZERO. I recognized this from the beginning. So long as I always told the truth as I saw it — an absolute sine qua non — I would forever and ineluctably be giving myself away.

One of my aboriginal ideas here came from the semi-great black conservative/libertarian Thomas Sowell. Recently this Earthly village elder stated: “There are only two ways of telling the complete truth — anonymously and posthumously.” What a shame and horror THAT is! What an indictment of humanity! But also maybe true.

However that may be, I still want to get back to posting under my own name — and to HELL with the personal consequences! The best of the Romans used to say: “Let the truth be told, though the heavens may fall.” Of course, the heavens will NEVER fall. But evil people, institutions, beliefs, and ideals might. After all: Truth is the most powerful force in the known universe.

So it’s probably back to slaying the evil human dragons under my REAL name, folks! Maybe I just need to raise my intellectual game here. Meanwhile: FUCK YOU ALL!

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