3. The author is crabby fat leftist athiest from an emotionally destroyed but intellectually prodigious family. After growing up in a Republican Pennsylvania town, he attended a boarding school for poor and indigent children. The school is funded by a giant chocolate corporation. He matriculated at a 2nd-rate college for the drunken middle class, and began his career as a language technologist inside the Roman decadence of a booming economy in the most arrogant, corporate-centered city on the planet.

He has worked for companies that supported South Africa's aparthied policy, supported sweatshop labor, and more. His hands are drenched in blood. Blood spills from his fingers as he types. Yet his beating moral heart, yellow though it is, pulses under the floorboards.