That is the eternal question. For all we know, YOU might be Gruntwilligar (although, you are probably not, but who gives a smeg?)
You know, I really like caffeine. No, I don't mean in any 'normal' way, I mean, it's like a fuckin' DRUG to me. Yeah, I know my blood pressure is shot to shit, and I know I'll probably die soon, but I don't really care...
Erm, what was I talking about?
The Man
<<der Mann>>
Gruntwilligar was born sometime, in some place, in some part of the world. He now lives somewhere, looks like something that would look like Gruntwilligar, and he loves commercial mail. Whether it be pleads for service from the armed forces, catalogs filled with useless, expensive junk printed on glossy paper, adverts for lawyers and whatnot, or whatever else corporations will send en masse to the jaded public to feed their ever-swelling wallets.
The Myth
<<der Mythus>>
The Myth of Gruntwilligar T. Honkenoffski is, to put it simply, the general feeling of animosity towards corporate bullshit and its inhumane attitudes towards the common man (ooh, I'm feeling very Marxist at the moment). Gruntwilligar, then, is the poster-boy for a quite non-violent revolution against that which has sucked the life out of modern humans.
The Mission
<<die Mission>>
So, whilst reading this, you might be wondering: 'What can I do to help?' If you haven't, however, then you're just a greedy feckhead, with no sense of responsibility towards your fellow man...
Um, sorry.
As I was saying, if you want to help the Cause, then please fill out all your collected junk mail with the name 'Gruntwilligar T. Honkenoffski', some address of either some evil corporation, or that of some spamming cretin, and the phone number of some religious organization. Then simply pop them into the mail, and watch the legend grow.