I am really not Mr. Tan

I'm truly amused by my new joke book. I have the spontaneous urge to laugh at every word or sentence of so-called inspiration.

The book offers high levels of sheer entertainment and comic relief. The author hallucinates so much that he had lived on the false impression that the world is bent on fixing (I think he needs to be fixed, in a different way) him for the past three decades, and he feels unduly exploited and oppressed in the heavy-handed system. With this comical work he seriously tarnishes the reputation of his fellow counterparts. Using his vivid and often incredulous imagination, he distorts views and theories at whim, hopelessly trapped in his very own world of self-delusion and spectacle. He quotes little citation to substantiate the content, and his arguments and reasoning are horrendously flawed.

There are many modes of resistance or retaliation available that seem more practical and sensible to me, leaving the book a hard, weird, and therefore, distasteful nut to crack and chew on.