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.