It's a question everyone asks during their first encounter with the Havoc.
There are few answers.
The Havoc is part newsletter, part journal, part magazine. It's filled with parody, essays, reviews, fiction... basically whatever I feel like including.
The Wreaky Havoc my brainchild, but since I've got such a large and complex brain, scientists have yet to conclude the exact nature of its spawn.
The Havoc's only stated goal is to provoke.
What it provokes isn't considered significant, as long as something is provoked, be it thought or emotion or a really good burp.
One thing is certain: the Havoc will never apologize. The Havoc doesn't have to be fair, doesn't have to fall into any particular political or social ideology, and doesn't have to cater to its readers or advertisers.
Face it: the Havoc will offend all sensibilities, so you'd might as well be an adult and accept it.
The soul of the Havoc is me. I'm the man in the shadows, the elusive creator and publisher of this rag (though it's now flickering electrons instead of paper). It's my perspective, my attitude, my beliefs. If at times that means the Havoc is contradictory, so be it. I'm often contradictory. I'm proud to consider myself an oxymoron.
Welcome to my world.
Here you'll find all the parts of me at war. Don't take any of it too seriously. But take it seriously enough.
Perhaps the Havoc is my attempt to discover myself.
Then again, it could just be an ego thing.
Enjoy.
Or don't.