"Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard."
- H. L. Mencken

Flaps? We don't need no stinkin' flaps, let it roll in hard and fast!

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.