Petunia is a fashion fascist and her horse is called Nad.

Dear reader,

First off, let me set the record (or any future record) straight by stating the following with as much clarity and gravitas a young (Jung) blogger can muster: I whole heartedly endorse every word printed beneath this post, on this particular web page (perhaps the finest i have seen [most specifically my own {which is not in anyway a slight against the others }}) and shall endeavor to not repeat was has been said with much elegance before my arrival.

So, what new do I have to add?

Firstly, this: Petunia is a fashion fascist. That is to say she exercises and attempts to enforce rigid restrictions on the sartorial expression (and similar arts) of those around her that are emblematic of a highly conservative, xenophobic view point. A view point indicative of one thing - fear. Petunia (a pleasant fellow in many ways) clearly fears the vivid, the surreal and especially the psychedelic. The harshest of her fascistic restrictions (and attempted punishments through humiliation tactics) are reserved especially for anachronistic items of fashionistic bliss. Well hear this Petunia, I will not be censored - for every rolled eye and sarcastic witticism or riff on colour-blindness (a genuine disability that should not be lampooned) or hippy-dom (refer to previous parenthesis) I will endeavor to up the ante! Long live the paint splattered v-neck!

Secondly, who is this Nad fellow? Has any one of us fair Revealators ever had the pleasure of a quibbling match or pun-dual with him? No. Have we ever viewed him (or even an effigy of him) with out the electronic interface? Thought not. Here, brothers (and reluctantly...sisters) is my explanation - Nad is not a man (or even a woman)...he is a horse. Why else would Petunia always wear cowboy boots? They aren't in fashion.

Much love,

DTD