Since I now can, nor am I an eye c@nt, I shall shed the mantle of I. Kant to assume a more philosophically detached persona. I shall conjure a most playful and witty handle to have ever been witnessed, one that shall be both instantaneously recognisable and indelibly memorable. I banish the thoughts of punning on military ranks, such as Major Disaster, Corporal Punishment, Minor Major, etc., etc. I despise picking something as involuntarily obvious as Gustaff Biedermeier or Pietia Jebatel or some such. It will most sur
Cretin! Cretin!