Kilts and Self-Identity

[Dreadbelly]

I am... Batman!

Edit.

Sigh. I just couldn't be silly and leave well enough alone.

I am first and foremost, a husband. Of this I am proud. I have seen so many wrecked marriages and failed relationships, especially in my own family. I am determined to break the cycle. Seven years so far.

I am a philosopher. This is as good of term as any for what I do.

I make hats.

I am an anarchist. This does not make me a bad person, whatever others might believe. I tend to lean toward being a somewhat democratic anarchist, or a sane anarchist. A Perfect Democracy is a Perfect Anarchy anyway. Everybody having their own voice and collectively working for the common good.

I am both a Christian and an iconoclast. How this happened, heck, I don't know. Must be part of the anarchist streak. I have no problem tipping peoples' sacred cows. This includes Christian Cows. Moo moo moo moo mooooo.

I am both a genius and an idiot.

And somewhere in all of this is a short angry little man that wears kilts while out tipping the believers' blessed bovines.