"No big deal." "No big deal" he moaned. "No big deal" he cried. "No big deal" he shouted from the roof tops. "No big deal!" It was obviously no big deal. He spent so much time talking about it only because he wanted to.

"Get a life!" He said for the one hundred and forty fifth time. "Get a life you people who waste so much time on this forum. I know who you are. I watch you constantly."

"Read a book." He intoned as replied to yet another person he considered to be beneath his contempt and unworthy of his time. "Read a book! You'll find no literature here."

Ever since the voices in his head had appointed him. He had carried out his mission with honor integrity skill and grace. Who else would could be the conscience of these aimless people? Who else but he? Who else indeed?

The best guitarist we shall never hear. A writer so good he must mask his talent behind predictable drivel. A wit so stunningly sharp that it must blunt its self with profanity. A man who takes time from his busy schedule to come onto a thread and say it is not worth his time and energy and then post to that same thread at least seventeen times. But its no big deal.