K. D'Anconia

The question isn’t who’s going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me.

Wickedosity (n.) Don’t even bother looking it up – I’m the definition.

Crazed over-caffeinated Ayn Rand worshiper and card-carrying-member of the sinister and heavily armed globalist illuminati intent on saving the world from its people; yuppie yippie seeking to infect the entire world with the values of individual liberty and independent thought. Amongst my many crimes is a sense of humour and the intermittent use of British spelling. Lovechild of Abbie Hoffman, Mr. Mojo Risin, and John Galt.

Favourite pastimes include plotting the downfall of western civilization and constructing giant weather machine, doomsday device in my basement.

The best leaders inspire by example. When that’s not an option, brute intimidation works pretty well, too. (Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. But it rocks absolutely, too!)

The only downside to being better than everybody else is that people tend to assume you’re pretentious–it’s lonely at the top, but it’s comforting to look down upon everyone at the bottom. I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of how awesome I am…

Pseudo-philosophy: individualism, dissent, revolution.