Aloha oe Trevor!
As the greeting may suggest, this comes to your from the Island State of Hawaii. Not sure what time zone you're in, but before midnight strikes in mine, I want to wish you the happiest of birthdays. May the years ahead be your best ever.
According to sources ("Someone's been reading Wikipedia again!"), you came to this great stage of fools in 1984, a year never to be uncoupled from the dystopia of George Orwell. Big Brother is watching us! Luckily, Little Brother—that's you, my friend!—is watching right back. Woe betide the emperor who sashays by in the full splendor of his new clothes.
If laughter is the best medicine, you are the best doctor. Thank you for your razor-sharp intellect, for your nimble yet never malicious sense of mischief, for your incorrigible, incorruptible common sense, administered without fear or favor.
"One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit." Thus Harry G. Frankfurt, emeritus professor of philosophy at Princeton University, broaches his theme in his slender, inexhaustible treatise On Bullshit (Princeton UniversityPress, 2005). "Bullshit," he remarks near the conclusion, "is unavoidable whenever circumstances require someone to talk without knowing what he is talking about."
Trevor on Instagram. "The LORD then said to Noah, "Go into the ark, you and your whole family, because I have found you righteous in this generation."
That won't be news to you, Trevor. That's the world we live in. But I think you'd love the book. Claim a copy from me any time.
I hope the day is not far off when We the People of the United States may welcome you as our fellow American. You hold us to a higher standard. In my house, you've been one of us since September 28
Wonwabele usuku lo zalwa!