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Not sure if you should wear that Tommy Bahama shirt out tonight? The magnificent bastard is here to help. Go ahead. Ask away.

About.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity..."

—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Out of this morass, a code for the modern age: The Magnificent Bastard Manifesto.

The Magnificent Bastard is:

Your Sherpa.
Your Life Caddy.
Your Sensei.
Your Brutha.

Because somewhere between the dick and the soul exists the lizard brain. It is in this place that the Magnificent Bastard reigns supreme.

The Magnificent Bastard is:

Cruel.
Kind.

And often, quite frankly, the Magnificent Bastard could give a fuck. Yet, this paradox is not a mere contradiction, nor is it some tired platitude.

The Magnificent Bastard is:

The intended state.
The actualized self.
The truth.

The Magnificent Bastard is you.