Daniel Bradley is 19-years-old, so be kind—or not.
He is a mediocre philosopher and a shitty comedian who enjoys writing in the third person like a fucking asshole. He also enjoys making overused jokes about how he's referring to himself in the third person in order to make himself seem more clever than he actually is.
In general, he attempts to avoid committing what he calls the 4 P's—pettiness, pretentiousness, pedantry, and prickishness. And I think he's just now failed in the pretentiousness domain.