perfidy

Johno was born in the waning days of the Nixon administration in the rust barrens of northeastern Ohio. At a very young age he was kidnapped by a tribe of six-cylinder Pontiacs and raised as one of them. He enjoys rock music of all kinds (including rap, baroque and descarga), East Asian noodle soups, and engineering fermentable media for his tiny legions of billions of bacteria, yeasts and wild spores to conquer and rule in his glorious name.

As the atomic bombs crash overhead and zombies teem in the mineshafts and tunnels of Earth, he and those close to him will dine and dine well in the Ministry's hidden catastratorium on breads, beers, cheeses and salamis made by his own hand. A mere apocalypse is no reason to give up the good things in life.

Johno, variously known as Pythagosaurus, Johnny Two-Cents, Hey, Dude! and, well, Johno was the founding father of the Ministry and almost the last to depart the sinking ship. Read his craptacular posts here.