Separate but related to the post on Love and Murder, I have mentioned to friends lately that I’ve decided it is a good idea to cultivate my image as a crazy hothead. You know. That Elsa P is volatile as hell so you best look out!

I think a fair number of people see me this way anyway and it might stop the people who don’t who in fact bug the living shit out of me by mistaking me for Mother Theresa. It’s either one or the other, saint or sinner. I am not afforded the luxury of being human, having human needs and so forth and lately I see real benefit to being known as a lunatic.

It’s not the first time I have come to this conclusion. When I kept having people (Adults who smear feces – see comments and search feces) break into my house and shit in my kitchen I was powerless to stop it and told the cops of my great idea, which was to cover over every window in my house with those “Make My Day” posters that were popular at the time. Just plaster them so the barrels of 30 guns stared out at whoever.

The sheriff thought I was crazy when I mentioned and I told him that was the point. People don’t attack crazies, they pick people they can predict and control.

In whatever case I offer this up for people to stare at. If no one breaks into your house and shits all the time, then I guess you don’t need a defense but if you happen to be someone where this kind of this is the norm… well then I guess you’re going to have to come up with tactics, huh?

In whatever case, yeah. These days I am doing nothing to dissuade people from thinking they are dealing with a volcano. I am that tired of crap and non-crap will find it’s way through.