Not very clever play on the term innocent bystander.  None of us can claim innocence, anymore, of the things done in our name. I freely confess my ignorance, and I've been a bystander for far too long.

Entirely apt and maybe a little more candid than I really like.  Sometimes I wish I'd chosen something shorter and snappier.

The real me is a lot more closed and guarded than my online persona.  I've never really grown much past the college sophomore who cut classes to hang around the Student Union and pontificate about deep concepts he barely understood.  I find myself surrounded by sober grownups who don't know and don't care who Thomas Merton was or what solipsism means.  Consequently I keep my real thoughts mostly to myself.  I blend in by reverting to an earlier self who was an Okie and a hick.

We all bleed the same color.