Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were, well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
Yeah, that sounds about right. Link via James Joyce's Ulysses, aka Scriptorium. (Also, David Hopkins took this quiz and found out he was David Copperfield. Best line from that analysis: "Lots of people keep mistaking you for a magician and are waiting for you to disappear." David, I'm not one of them.
You aren't really much of your own person, but everyone around you wishes you'd go away, so you might as well be independent. You're sort of loud-mouthed and abrasive, but you do have a fair amount of power. You like big trucks, big cattle, and big oil rigs. And sometimes you really smell. But it's not all bad, you're big enough to have some soft spots somewhere in all that redneck madness.