I like to think I have more class than to create a sockpuppet and sew a thoroughly bizarre, Glenn Beck's The Overton Window-esque story of squalor brought on by loosely correlation-based events.
I HAVE been taking creative writing classes, and the story Contrarian has spun here strikes me as insulting to the readers' intelligence and without nuance - classic reactionary fantasy of "I'm one hundred percent right and everything I don't agree with is of the Devil / Socialism / Communism".