The homosexual French genius, Michel Foucault, built a textual theory upon what he saw as the most fundemental thing in the world - the pursuit and possession of POWER. Of course, in the sphere of humanistic desires, his observations and arguments ring strikingly true; though perhaps he didn’t quite recognize the inherent destruction that all human power leads to (my argument, which perhaps will be elaborated here some other time).

Anyhow, I now have power at my school. (Devious laughter and eyes that seem to glow red). I needed one elective this semester to get a few extra hours in order to graduate in the spring. I attend a small school and so there weren’t that many interesting classes that were available that fitted my schedule and that I qualified for. I ended up selecting a class called Writing for Print Media (having no clue what it would entail, excepting of course, writing). Indeed, maybe the greatest positions of power are always stumbled upon; for soon I realized that the class was responsible for writing the school Newspaper.

The goal is simple: eloquence and persuation will be the tools by which I subvert and subdue the entire student body to my personal agenda; a few short articles from now, I suspect that the first Emporer of MVNU will be crowned… (ah, Napoleon, now I understand you…)