Taylor McKinlay is a fictional character that sometimes says things I’d like to say. He lives in my keyboard and takes his name from old family surnames that belong to me. I tried to have him charged with theft for this but he thumbed his nose at the constable who came to charge him. Since the police officer couldn’t actually see him, nothing resulted from the incident except a nuisance charge against me. This was eventually dropped, something about being unfit to stand trial which irked me since I exercise every two to three weeks for at least 40 to 50 seconds.
Anyway … If you’re looking for Taylor, you’ll only find him on his blog. He’s set up a little cot, a camp stove and a porta-potty there and refuses to come out. Feel free to ask him anything. He may even answer.