That little piss ant, over at gifthub, calls himself my philanthropic consultant. Says his role is to "Reform the Morals of the Rich." What a joke. Who the fuck helped me set up Rooster Foundation: Crowing in the New American Century? I offered him $10 an hour and he went down on his knees and kissed my boots from the heel to the toe and back, slobbering. He would have worked for lunch money. He wants to impose his loser values on me? In his dreams. He will be lucky if I let him live. These philanthropic consultants are like Preying Mantis's. After we couple, I eat them for lunch. It is a hard cold world. The winners rule the losers, and the philanthropic consultants are the most pathetic of all. "How can we serve you Mistress Candidia?" "O Great Money Mistress! what a brilliant Vision you have of a Better World!" "O Mistress of all You Survey, how kind and generous you are!" They make me puke. What the fuck do they think I'm doing? Giving is just another stick to beat the poor. I'm giving to Rooster to make sure they are screwed but good. My hope is to add insult to injury, let the losers suffer and blame one another. That was my objective. And everything my gift consultant has done for me is quite strategic in achieving my vision. Now, he wants to crack wise? Pathetic.