On occasion someone will remark to me via email or IM that they, or others, think of me as some asshole. I’ve noticed before that sometimes the nicest and sweetest people–Hans Hoppe, Lew Rockwell–are unfairly characterized by people, largely those who don’t know them. I suppose this happens because people impute a certain personality or character to others based on their writings, if they don’t know them in person. But I’m just a lovable little fuzzball–honest injun.
Pix: Big Daddy and the Hoppinator, at the inaugural PFS meeting in Bodrum, Turkey, 2006; the other is Big Daddy on a boat trip at the meeting.
