My friend says I should unmask, be more transparent, be more honest in my writing and with my audience. I say, FUCK, NO!
Would you reveal who you were, Lone Ranger? Would you reveal you were Superman, Clark Kent? Would you reveal you were Wonder Woman, Diana Prince? Would you reveal you were Batman, Bruce Wayne? Oh, shit. Nevermind the last one. And stupid Iron Man too. WTF is wrong with the world, and my friend, asking me, along with these superheroes, to do that?
My mask is to protect me from ass holes, and gives me the liberty to say and do what needs to be said and done, without taking any head-puffing pride in myself. I don’t want to be arrogant about anything. I’m the same as anyone else. The truth needs to be said, but sometimes, like with these fucking Texas terrorists, there’s a point at which even the truth needs a bullet proof glass partition and a para-aramid synthetic fiber vest.
Parenthetic: If a certain god was the real God he could protect himself from those who would bring shame upon him by caricaturing his image, or the image of his prophet, each shall be nameless since any god who isn’t the real God shouldn’t be followed. The real God has no need of such protections, it’s clear He knows who wins in the end and those who he doesn’t like will be really, royally fucked in the end of it all. Have you read the book of Revelation lately?
I AM Deon Mumple. And that’s all you need to fucking know.