About Outraged Richard

Let us go straightaway to a definition of Outraged Richard as has been proposed by those familiar with him:

Outraged Richard: An incorrigible and impudent gentleman who spent 3 years incarcerated in Delmar Shady Acres Mental Institution and through overfeeding ballooned into a 437 pound 10 year old. Outraged Richard was once married to a male prostitute, but he now regularly attends ex-homosexual group meetings and is pleasantly engaged with a lady named The Italian Beauty. Outraged Richard observes activities within the Transchoptankia Realm and elsewhere and comments on them in a predominantly dismissive and trite style. Often seen on streetcorners screaming about the merits of morality, his roadside audience has been thinning over the years. He is no longer overweight, but many still question his sanity.

Does this not whet and allure your baser interests?

But what of this Transchoptankia Realm? What pray tell is that? The answer:

Transchoptankia Realm: Those lands of the eastern shores of Maryland and Virginia, and southern Delaware that contain the local peasantry and their corrupt politicians, Rapa Scrapple company, Johnny Janosik “The Longest Store on the Shore with the Shortest Prices” World of Furniture Galleries, and the vast Nutria infested swamps of the turbid Chesapeake Bay.

Now on with the fanciful statement of purpose:

Does one man in a modular home surrounded by corn fields with a dial-up Internet connection have anything worthwhile to say? I believe so, and this is why I have begun the outragedrichard.com web site.

When those who should understand current events don’t, I take up the slack by giving lively discourse—albeit one sided—on this buzz of activity surrounding us. Though some may scoff at my ridiculous ideas, my arguments are based on soundness of reason and to such folk I retort, “I don’t parrot what other people say.”

And there it is in a nutshell—that, for the most part, people merely repeat their parents, teachers, or other assorted sounds and motions which never leads to being wiser, only dumber.

I find it terribly difficult to discuss important issues and carry on an argument in today’s climate of immediacy, because invariably there is a change of subject or simply a lack of the most basic skills of argumentation. The reason for this lack is that our parents and education systems do not teach these basic skills. It pains me to say that most people have no idea what they are talking about concerning matters of grave importance.

Yet within us all is the capacity to reason and understand in a common direction and to make sense of our existences and the world we are within. Each one of us has a fundamental underlying notion that right is right and wrong is wrong, which only comes to light when we realize the truth for ourselves. “2+2=4″ isn’t true because the teacher says so, it is true because it is so and you see it is so, which the teacher assists in you realizing.

Now while big questions like, “Should married U.S. Presidents push interns down on their knees for fellatio?” or “Does the sacredness of marriage have room for two daddies?” are incredibly greater questions than “What is 2+2?”, the principle still remains of the necessity of realizing the truth of something for yourself. Incidentally, your hairs are standing on end for a very good reason: The previous questions I lay the answers out to at outragedrichard.com.

You may call it all hogwash here at my little web site, but the truth of what I say remains, or at least the fact that I said something. I try to blend a bit of humor in my rantings with a healthy dose of criticism unleashed down from my bully pulpit. Essentially, by saying “No, that’s not it” we draw closer to the truth and what is right. Thus, other people may step up upon my observations and more fully realize this higher state of existence I’m getting at through words.

In my guarded estimations we are teetering on the edge of a cesspool, a wobbling which my criticisms seek to diminish through having us fall back on more grassy land to realize our folly. Some say we have already fallen and are sinking in this stinking mass of immediacy, but I am cautiously optimistic for the gentle folk among us who are puttering along with some shared basic values in mind.

The Age of Morality is upon us! and I will endeavor to lower the boom on preposterous politicians, jackassery judges, tabulator teachers, pandering parents and all other indignations to the common man. It will be a good fight, so long as my hernia repair holds and government thugs don’t hang me upside down and hook electrodes to my genitals.

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