Whoy? (Who? & Why?)

Whether you agree with me or not; Authenticity is a increasingly rare commodity (online, arguably in-person too). Even a shred of it naught to be found on any major platform (ahem. *LinkedIn*).

But regardless, this website aims to restore a morsel of it by allowing a single person, me, to express themselves in any manner or length I see fit, with almost no repercussion. I suppose the gov't could seize this domain, or DoS me... but as about as free as I can be on my budget.

Ah, thank you my Artificial Audience - good point. I counter, are faces and names what represents authenticity to you? People with the same name and same face still wear many masks and we've seen time and time again how reflective a public image is for any face/name. It's a broken mirror.

I write under a pseudonym for my benefit of percieved anonymity, such that I am free to speak my mind. Odds are, most people won't bother to probe and find out who I really am - because (drumroll, please) - it doesn't fucking matter. Read what I have to say and decide for yourself if I am authentic. But not to a face or a name, or worse a 'public image', but to a real-life human.

I will contradict myself; to be human is to be hypocritical. I will share malformed opinions. I will do a number of things increasingly not seen elsewhere, not because I am careless or stupid, but because I am me. A regular human with horrible, yet profound, but shallow, yet thoughtful ideas. We seem to have lost just how fallible we are and are ashamed of it. I strive to be less so. Maybe you believe me, maybe you dont.

So, who am I? I am RustyBucketz30. Daddy Bucketz. Rusty. The Bucket. Rusty fucking Bucketz. It's Bucketz bitch. That's who I am.