I've always thought that the greatest art is born out of the personal suffering of its creator for the benefit and empowerment of the viewer. You won't find any of that here, but they'll be plenty of lewd, kinky sex jokes and pseudo-intellectual musings on "all the little things", sprinkled with melodrama and cliche misanthropy. So, because the internet was in dire need of another self-important prick with an unjustifiable Napoleon complex and a chip on their shoulder: (un)welcome to A Public Display of Disaffection.
