Flaming Globes of Sigmund!

The American Dystopia that we all knew was coming has finally arrived, and we’re doing the best we can. Not since the gloomfest of the post-9/11 era has life in America felt so grim and fraught with righteous dread. Never has it been more important to take a positive outlook, stay fueled by optimism, and spit in the face of doom. They say change only happens via pain and struggle, and they also say crisis breeds opportunity. The specter of death roams our land as our system self-destructs and our institutions crumble. Thomas Paine said “Tyranny, like Hell, is not easily conquered.” That’s because it lives in the mind and the heart, not just in the corridors of power.

Why is this album cover here? Because I was listening to this early-90s masterpiece as I wrote this post. KYUSS LIVES!

The Information Age has transmogrified itself into the Age of Ignorance, as the barrage of white-noise media spins undead propaganda to stimulate the lizard-brain and strangle the reason of kindness. The people cry out for justice. The human race cries out for breath. And the heart cries out for comfort.

In times like these, it pays to remember that nothing lasts forever, all things are transitory, we are all one vibrating mass of subatomic energy imagining itself as several billion people, reality is created by our perception of said reality, and we can reshape the world into something better if we don’t give up on it.

One of the things that’s kept me sane during the last few months has been working on IMMACULATE SCOUNDRELS. Today I finally finished the novel and sent it off to Ye Olde Agent.

Some people might ask: “How can you think about books at a time like this?” I say: “This is the time when we need books more than ever.”

On that note, I think I’ll write another one.


Art by Erol Otus