Ken Watson
Ken Watson gets little opportunity to speak in the third person. And is that any surprise? While clinically precocious, he was never encouraged and lived in New Jersey. Now, ready to begin adult life at 45, he finds himself an early casualty of the Obama Administration but far, far from ready to excuse the Bush Interregnum or the McCain Hoax. Law school drop-outage had given him a great opportunity with a top law firm, which he persistently and arrogantly squandered for 17 years, ending March ‘09. He has to admit he saw it coming and was more or less fiscally and spiritually prepared.
His opinions of the last couple of years can be found at myspace.com, where he has assumed an appropriate dramatis persona, Cardinal ACK!, a martian expat who aspires to convert humanity to a highly profitable fast food franchise. The real Ken Watson has long posted fairly prolifically as “megapotamus” and kept that name so he felt tied to a public identity and would be perhaps less profane and more grammatically correct. He sometimes searches himself thusly to see if his genius survived the months or years. Results are mixed.
His book larnin’ is extensive by today’s standards… a Spenser scholar who now remembers only how to spell Spenser and what a raft of doofs infest the English Dept. He sought and got the equivalent of a Russian BS from Emory University by chicanery and is certain that it is still in his head, somewhere. He condones, but does not endorse or practice, all vices. He condemns mopery, contagious ignorance, and intentional stupidity. He has pounds of material that he has never managed to get published, both on paper and obsolete digital media. He has no children but has always been confident in his genetic superiority that he has not passed on.
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