They hate me, but they fear me.
Roosh. Roissy. Vox. Alex Jones. All of them great and terrible wizards against poz, and the lumpy mutants at Scamazon and the rest of the FAGATs (that’s Facebugmen, Apple, the Googles, Amerzon, and the Tweeters) have them in their crosshairs. Now they’ve baleted Castalia House en toto, a day late and a dollar short, mind you. The Arkhaven bookstore works a treat – I’ve used it twice with no problems at all. The print quality on my comickal books was tighter than a (((banker’s))) purse strings. Great colors, robust paper stock, and binding that beats most indy RPG works I’ve bought lately.
But they don’t dare came at me, bro. Even with my hilarious and still topical satire of John Palsy Scalzi’s busted down and unfunny Collapsing Empire still raking in loose change to fund my public phone booth fetish even after all these months. And I’m skating free and clear, a colossus of clout hucking memes into the zeitgeist like a one man poltard army.
I ain’t even scared. Just annoyed it’s getting harder to get the hard bud fiction that a ruggedly handsome blob like me demands to keep my spiritual T levels cranked up to maximum blammage.
The dark times are coming, frens. Brace yourselves and be ready to stand aside if you aren’t ready to fight. Because there’s a rightwing steamroller building up the heat in its boiler, and you don’t want to get squarshed them the debt-bomb bursts and we go full Yellow Jacket But With Less Socialist Whining on this country. Scamazon doesn’t realize it, but they just threw another log on the fire of the Trump 2020 Express.