Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you today to address the slew of accusations and labels hurled at me on social media. Quell Esprit!
Yes, I’ve been called mad, stupid, witty, sarcastic, foolish, a moron, a wanker, an idiot, a fool, a clown, and a joker. Each of these terms, thrown my way to bring me down, only underscores the desperation of my critics.
Let’s be clear: I don’t care. Really don’t care. If you don’t like what I say or how I say it, then look away. Your attempts to assassinate my character are futile. Why? Because your opinions do not define me. They do not shape my identity or my resolve.
Madness? Perhaps it’s just the passion you can’t comprehend. Stupidity? Maybe it’s just the wisdom that eludes you. Sarcasm? It’s a tool, a weapon against the absurdities I confront. Being called a fool, a clown, a joker? Well, humour and wit have their place, and sometimes it’s the only way to deal with the surrounding circus.
I’ll continue to speak my mind, to stand by my principles, and to challenge the status quo. If that makes me all these things in your eyes, so be it. I embrace it. Because at the end of the day, I am true to myself, and no amount of name-calling will change that. I want objective and constructive opinions. A little bit of intelligence.
My ship has not even left the Substack Port yet. I plan to embark on an odyssey, wandering the seas of modern-day social media, from its most illustrious writers to the modern moron, living in the Cul-De-Sac of stupid. I would like to hope that I encounter more people who see Homer and the poem, rather than those who associate the name with The Simpsons!
So, to those who think their words can wound me, think again. I am unfazed, unbothered, and unapologetically me. If you can’t handle that, then perhaps it’s you who needs to look away.