Everybody’s a critic

This just in from a reader. Some British paper has declared me one of the world’s worst dressed men or something. Ha! What do they know. I don’t follow fashion. I don’t set fashion. I am beyond fashion. I am an enlightened being. I exist on a different plane. Does anyone go rip on the Buddha boy in Nepal because he’s been wearing the same towel for years? No, he gets written up in GQ as a fashion plate. Well, same for me. Friggin Brits just can’t recognize an enlightened being when they see one.