A tribute to mangas
Yes, your honor. I've sworn to burp and blurt the truth and nothing but the truth. Being a man who seldom shows his back to his own word, unless of course the blinding light of the blind justice-woman is not shining down on his bum, I stand by what I had declared earlier. I had, have, and will continue to have a secret love affair with mangas. Yes, I'm a mangavore, a mangy mangasmic mangreader, a self-defacing mangliterate, and henceforth accept all other similarly chosen accolades. You and the jury, who by the way are definitely in cahoots, may convict me with whatever charge you may see fit, but when a deliciously drawn and scrupulously scripted work of manga-art, or mart to be precise, presents itself before me baring its all, I shall not back away in delusional horror. I will, yes I repeat, I will embrace the smears of that sweet sweet, oh yes, your honor, I did emphasize sweet twice, darkness with all my soul, I will become one with the glamorous and glorious world of images that spring with eternal life, and I shall do so fearlessly. So there, now go and try your level best, maybe twist that level a bit, but my stand shall remain firm. In simple terms, I love manga, and manga loves me. So in the words of the great cart-man(ga) - "Screw you guys, I'm going home...." (to read some manga of course)....
