Mission Statement
This page is dedicated to the humorous observation of life in general, covering everything from oil, to medicine, to Lindsey Lohan. The Daft Observer is nobody in particular. Although I sometimes refer to myself in the third person or even the first person plural, at least I am beholden to no one (except Google). I have no restraints whatsoever. I have no ulterior motives. (Click my banner ads. Often. All hail Google.)
I have never been to a psychiatrist. Therefore, if I truly am daft, I am uncertified as such. I insist, as often as necessary, that I am in full possession of all of my faculties. Of course, any psychoanalyst will tell you that the first sign of mental illness is the belief that you are perfectly sane. Thinking you might be crazy is an equally dangerous indicator. In fact, anyone not giving some sort of �counselor� hundreds of dollars per week needs to be locked away immediately.
In this page I do not excessively use expletives or make sexual references. Those who thought The Waltons was pornographic and haven't watched TV since, will not enjoy my work. Those who know pornography when they look at it, and keep that skill honed to razor-sharpness by looking at it as often as possible, will not find what they seek here. Communists, atheists, Al Gore, the entire population of France, and all others who are devoid of a sense of humor will deplore this page, and may seek my destruction, but I will not be deterred.
All those who appreciate wit, welcome. Laugh, smile, and click my banner ads.
Humor is truth revealed through an absurdity. -unknown, c.442 B.C.
Who's laughing now, funny man? -unknown murderer, c.442 and 3 minutes B.C.
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