I believe that this one should be obvious. All I do is praise mom and write about how great I feel she is and honestly she is the only one I really care about in the world. Anyone who needs any further proof of this should read the last two posts I’ve written titled “Jefferson Bert’s Note To Self,” and “The Perfect Crime” respectively. These posts clearly point out that mom is the person I respect most despite some objectionable dialogue which is present is my description of black outs in “The Perfect Crime.” The scene in which she is somewhat involved with my girlfriend was all internal thought and never actually occurred. The message in both of these posts are meant to imply that me having another girlfriend wouldn’t be a good idea and that eventually having one would basically be the end of the world as far as my behavior towards her is concerned.

To make a long story short, my favorite person to be around is mom and almost everybody else with the exception of a few people can go to hell.

In case you’re wondering, almost everybody else does not include my brother, my uncle, my best friend, (though sometimes I feel like his wife can go to hell,) my stepfather, my aunt, my cousins, and all of the staff where I live.

Note: I include the staff in my list of people who I don’t believe should go to hell by means of force as mom strongly praises their efforts in taking care of me and thinks their great people. However, it is her influence that leads me to this conclusion as I’ve had some issues with them on my own terms that would otherwise have lead them to not be included in the list of people staying out of hell. As this post is meant to make mom happy, I would think that failing to praise groups of people that she admires would be in bad taste. This means that mom has basically done them a favor by adding them to the few people besides her that should not end up where the sun don’t shine.

So let me once again say this. The greatest person in the world to be around and to be associated with and one who will never be close enough to hell to even get the equivalent of a sunburn would be mom.

As I’ve said this so many times and cannot be any clearer, it should be obvious who the number one person in the world is to me. Of course, this is mom.

By Jefferson Bert