you know, it's friday afternoon.
one of my unamerican activities on friday afternoons is to stop what i am doing and dance around to music, preferably with vocals that aren't in english, while imbibing a frou frou beverage.
later i shall disparage regular american values using the sort of pretentious vocabulary that only a virtuouso of conservative persecution could muster.
then maybe deep in the night i will go to the crossroads and summon my minions. we will ride out on horseback to kidnap sleeping real americans in the night. because the law is drawn to the guilty, we shall dispense with niceties like facts and proceed straight to being very bad people and dispatch real americans in an auto-da-fé.
later i shall publish my memoirs and be disarmingly frank about the whole thing.
join me if you'd care to.
shall we get started?