1000 Years of Darkness

Politics has gotten out of hand and my big mouth never does me any favors.

Last August I made a mistake, I was up late and made a post on the website Moonbattery.  keep in mind that most all of the people who read Moonbattery are much further right than I am and find my opinions on Universal Health Care and Immigration distasteful to say the least.  That being said in the middle of the whole Ground Zero Mosque \ Community Center debate, I made a mistake.  I let my emotions and the memories of that horrible day get the best of me.  I said things I am sorry for, I generalized that all muslims were responsible for the horrors of that day.  I of course do not believe this and this is the last time I will ever mention Moonbattery or FSTDT.

My novels are not about any contemporary issues per se.  I could care less if left of center whackos don’t like my novels, you’re not exactly my target demographic.  My novels are for people who believe in the future and understand the costs that must be paid for ideals.  Go ahead vandalize what ever website that has a write up on me.  Protest my book signings (See you in St. Louis next month) Go to amazon and leave bad reviews for books you would never buy, I have enough legitimate bad reviews that yours don’t phase me.

I believe in the United States of America and the righteousness of our mission to be that shining light on top of a hill for repressed people to look towards.  My novels I hope express that and yes they are written for a slanted point of view, my own.  We are the good guys and those who control thought and action are the bad guys.  The ideas expressed are very old fashion in ideal.  For this I make no apology and never will.  I am proud of my nation.  Left, Right and Center. I was never an Obama supporter but know this, now that he has deployed our forces in Libya I will support the mission to the end.  If I am any sort of fundamentalist it is an American fundamentalist.

God Bless the Armed Forces of the United States of America and may he bring every last one of them home safely.

That’s My Two Cents

Recently I started using a Motorola Xoom this is my second venture into the world of tablet computing.  I will be quick to go give my conclusion- Buy which ever tablet you like the whole Ipad vs. Android tablet is silly.  Both do what you will need.  Both have a huge library of applications and both will make you think that they are better than other tablet solution.

To quote contemporary philosopher Carlton Ridenhour better known as Chuck D  ‘Don’t Believe the Hype’ there is no battle, there is no war, there is just what you like and in this case it’s all in the interface.  If you are an android user you will fall in love with the Xoom and if you are an Apple person you will love the Ipad.  Now if you have never used either an android or an iphone.  I would assume the first one you touch will be your favorite.

I personally love my Xoom and have no desire to use an Ipad or a kindle or any device. I assume anyone who likes anything other than what I do has a small mind and has confined their future to slobbering oin themselves in a corner.

That’s my two cents

Recently I have come upon fratire, as usual I am behind the curve.  This is nonfiction written by men.  Let me start by saying  looking at the numbers and they are revealing 60,000 units in six months, for Tucker Max’s first book ‘I hope they serve beer in hell‘.  Most writers I know would have unprotected sex with Satan for numbers like that.

I get distracted too easily.  This is supposed to be the response to chick lit.  Fiction for women that has given Stephanie Meyer all of her success.  As an Author of fiction that I am told are ‘male stories’  I find chick lit something that makes me want to swallow a bullet Chick Lit disgusts me.  I think Nicholas Sparks should be forced to have gender reassignment surgery for authoring crap like the Notebook and Nights in Rodanthe.  I by no means and criticising the people who buy these novels, I just wonder why. So tell me… are womens lives so empty from romance that they need to turn to a story about a vampire and werewolf fighting over them.  Conversely are mens lives so empty of sex they need to read stories from men where they go out have indiscriminate sex with midgets amputees and occasional trannies.  I admit it I go to his website and read of his unbridled debauchery and even forward the tales to friends of mine. I at least credit Tucker Max for admitting he’s a raging dickhead.  I just wish that the Chick Lit crew would admit the same.

My analysis of Twilight

This chick is being courted by two dudes one of them is vampire that doesn’t want to feed on her but rather wants to protect her (Bullshit alert.  Ladies if a dude says he’s trying to protect you rather than sleep with you.  He is either gay or lying, probably gay) then there is this werewolf that wants to make her a werewolf or something (He’s probably more realistic.  As long as part of her induction into the werewolf team involves sex).  I know it’s a simple analysis but I don’t read novels like twilight or anything were Werewolves and vampires are continuing their ancient blood feud.

I recently read I hope they serve beer in hell.  It’s funny and completely realistic.  I know of about three friends and one brother who would  risk another friends marriage to have sex with a pole dancing dwarf.  Now I know what you will say Fratire is nonfiction so of course its more realistic.  My point is more about categorization it bothered me in writing Poetry and does now that I am some sort of fiction writer my larger point, categorization sucks the life out of novels both fiction and nonfiction.  My novels which would be identified as male centered fiction and have received quite a complaints from middle America for ‘foul language and graphic depictions of bestiality’  I have also received letters from female readers who identify with my characters.  So once again I’ve rambled on with my only point being Twilight sucks and I know atleast four people with a dwarf fetish…  Says more about me than you.

My two cents

Let the insults begin