OR WHY THE BUTCHER WANTED TO KILL ME

Hello dear reader. Welcome to my blog. My name is Max. I’m not sad, moody or even happy. I’m complicated. Chicks dig that. You’ll understand once you’re older.

I took the name of this blog from a Bible verse that I have a soft spot for. It varies from edition to edition, but it is usually translated “Pilate answered, “What I have written, I have written.” In Latin it works out into the pithy and aesthetically pleasing ‘Quod Scripsi Scripsi.’ I have an alternative name for the blog ‘Why the Butcher Wanted to Kill Me’ if the first is too snobby. Though, honestly, the alternate title is just as pretentious but I leave it up to you, dear reader, to understand.

In this blog you will find a little bit of history, a bit of politics and a bit of religion. Oh, and to explain the URL, it came originally from a conversation that has stuck in my mind. I was walking for a local Democrat where I live in beautiful Southern California. One inhabitant of a particularly ugly domicile (I refuse to call it a proper ‘house’), once she realized whom I was walking for, demanded that I explain myself. After all, he was the rightwing this and the rightwing that. I would embarrass myself by working for him, so I should quit. I didn’t know what to make of it at the time and I still don’t. He was running for State Senate, in California, and had made it through the primaries relatively unscathed. What rightwing past was he hiding? I never did ask her, or find out. But I’ve thought about it a lot.