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Average American Voter doesn’t give a shit about federal bureaucrats. Hell, they are probably laughing about those worthless leeches finally getting what for.

They don’t give a shit about how government is supposed to work. They don’t care, they don’t want to care, and they will resent you if you try to tell them why they should. They want government to “reach across the aisle” no matter how ridiculous that sounds to you.

They don’t want to walk out of the family gathering because of their shitty racist uncle. Hell, half their extended family are Trump voters. They just want to get along and get by. They don’t want to be reminded that their shitty racist uncle is a piece of shit. They have to deal with family about four times a year. They’re lucky if they deal with their elected official once every four years. They don’t want to fight family, and they resent any authority that even suggests they might have to.

They want peace and comity. They don’t want to be told a fight is brewing. They don’t want to be told that they’re in the crosshairs, and their chosen representatives reflect that desire to not want to deal with that shit.

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times. The harshest truth the progressive mind has to face and accept isn’t that our government doesn’t accurately represent America as a whole, but that our government does. Even if you were able to completely wipe our government off the map, and gave the American people a do-over… we would get a government that looks eerily similar to the one we already have.

I’m not exactly the biggest proponent of accelerationism (I don’t think it ever works the way that socialists dream it could), but it is true that sometimes the only thing that can wake people up to what government is doing is when the leopards they voted for start eating their faces.

After far too many years waiting, rewriting, bouncing between projects, writer’s block, editing struggles, promotion, and self-flagellation, the first book of the Transcendent series, The Girl in the Tomb, is here.

To say this was a labor of love is both an understatement, and an inaccuracy. Because there is a great deal about this that was a struggle, to express my observations of the world around me… and there’s no small amount of it that I don’t love.

But at the same time… if I didn’t love what the final product became, I’d have never finished it, and wouldn’t have more planned. It’s not meant to be a championing piece for any particular group of people, nor is a lecture against any particular group (for all the railing against theocracy that you’ll see in Book 1, there’s plenty of critique and observations for many methods of governance and societies coming in future books).

I’m also admittedly anxious about my first “solo” title in about a decade. I had been building on the MegaTokyo brand, that I’m a little afraid that this will flop, even if logically I’m sure it will do fine.

I guess my point is I’m a jumble of emotions, as I tend to be on release day. For everyone who reads this, I apologize. For those currently reading, I hope you enjoy.

Thank you all for making this moonlighting job of mine possible.

I’m putting this together mostly because I’m realizing more and more that as readers open up the book, and start reading its content, that they may want to draw some parallels that aren’t intentional, and likely won’t be accurate.

Simply put, The Girl in the Tomb isn’t meant as some attempt at a prognostication of our future, even if it may seem like it, based on how the world is being strained all around us. It’s an allegory about how extremism, hyper-partisanship, and the desire for simple answers to complex problems can lead us down a road where we keep putting our hopes in the hands of the wrong people; people who tell us what we want to hear, rather than what we need to hear.

In fact, I tried to intentionally create a somewhat ridiculous road to collapse so that people wouldn’t think that I was trying to predict the future. Instead, it feels like reality is actively trying to be stranger than fiction.

All I ask is that you try not to think I’m trying to be a prophet. I’m not. I’d rather suck at it, honestly.

So… apparently a lot of people in the press are convinced “it” is happening. Sooner rather than later.

“It” in this case, referring to President Biden ceasing his campaign for re-election, and handing off that responsibility to… ???? It is very unclear exactly who is suitable to the vultures flying overhead. This is either no problem, or a really big one. No one really knows.

Now, I am what you would call an “agnostic.” I’m not particularly invested in President Biden going forward. I was wary of his campaign four years ago for exactly the reason we are seeing now. He’s an 81-year-old man, and he wasn’t exactly spry and fiery to begin with. Why this apparently has surprised anyone speaks ill to the basic math skills of the average American voter.

I have never particularly hidden my contempt for the average American citizen. They deserve the government they are asking for, and they deserve to get it good and hard. But there’s also a lot of people who don’t deserve that, and find all of this drama on the threshold of a major election to be extremely nonconstructive.

They are absolutely correct. And so I’m here to put the backstabbers and pants-wetters on blast.

Grow up and buckle up; you whiny, miserable children. You are all part of the problem, and are not promising to ever be part of the solution. Sit down, shut up, and listen to everyone else for once rather than huff your own farts.

There are two distinct camps among the “Fuck Democracy, We Need to Save Democracy” movement. The first are the usual suspects; the rich, well-off donor class that took a look at President Biden’s last three and a half years as President, the promises he’s making in the next four, and go, “We don’t like this whole, ‘pay your taxes’ and ‘let’s make a better country for everyone‘ shit. Why can’t you be the middling friend of the banker-class centrist we wanted you to be?”

They can fuck off. Then they can keep fucking off. Fuck off until they see a fence with a sign that says, “You cannot fuck off past here.” Then they can dream the impossible dream, jump over that fence, and fuck off forever.

These jackasses would be Republicans if they didn’t find the naked bigotry distasteful. To the George Clooneys and Warren Buffetts out there; eat a massive bag of dicks. Somehow, someway, you’ll be able to cope with three yachts on your personal dock in the Bahamas rather than five.

The second group of people is one I have a glimmer of sympathy for, if only because their anxiety comes from a position of good faith. These are the people panicking because the polls and the projections have what amounts to a coin-flip race (every poll at this moment is largely within every polls margin for error). They see how odious Donald Trump is, and cannot comprehend how any reasonable candidate isn’t far, far ahead right now. Therefore the problem must be President Biden; he must be too old or too frail or is conspiring to hide cognitive disorders from the American people.

And while I can sympathize with them to a small degree, they are still idiots. They are clinging desperately to the idea that the average American is a good, well-meaning sort, and if they were only properly inspired and motivated, this election would be a cake walk!

Harsh, bitter truth time. About a third of this country are boorish, vile, odious, deplorable pieces of human garbage, and another tenth will gladly anchor to that first group if they think they can get lower taxes out of the deal.

There is no candidate that will give you a restful election night free from worry. Every election for the foreseeable future is going to be a nervous, anxious wait until the wee hours of the night. No one is going to be polling terribly much better than the current President is. Not your undefined Johnny or Jane Unbeatable, not Kamala Harris, or Gavin Newsome, or Gretchen Whitmer, or J.B. Pritzker, or anybody. You’re wringing your hands and clutching your pearls and shitting your pants over 1 or 2 percentage points in polls and projections that have been often laughably wrong in recent history.

(Fun fact time, kids: All the names I have mentioned? None of them have expressed any interest whatsoever in stepping in.)

So, with all that in mind, I’d strongly suggest sticking with the 81-year-old man who won a free and fair primary election that all your favorite unbeatable candidates could have run in, but apparently chose not to do so. Seems like any other path is wrought with peril and no discernible upside.

This may come as a surprise for some, but I have been on three separate situations over the last three election cycles to solicited to consider running for public office. On all three occasions, my answer has been pretty much the same.

“I have far too much contempt for the American people to be an effective politician.”

And during and in the aftermath of last night’s Presidential “Debate,” that contempt flared to its global maximum. So buckle up, buttercups, because we’re about to go on a ride.

Firstly, the debate itself; featuring an 81-year-old man (presumably with a cold, but guess how many fucks I give about that?), and a deranged 77-year-old man griping about each other’s golf game by the end. Now, let’s be completely bluntly honest, that’s exactly what the “moderators” wanted, because that’s what we wanted.

Nothing about this debate should have surprised anyone who was paying even the slightest amount of attention in the last three and a half years. News flash; Joe Biden is old, and he has a lifelong stutter. This should not be news to people. This should come as a surprise to exactly no one in the United States. That he struggled to put together enough thoughts in the limited time he was given should have triggered exactly zero hand wringing, because that has been what he’s literally done in every single public presentation he’s had since the turn of the millennium outside of a handful of rare circumstances where everything came together just right.

Meanwhile, Donald Trump spewed bullshit like it was coming from a fire hose. One out of every five words that came out of his mouth was coherent, and of those 20%, one out of every twenty approximated something that wasn’t an outright lie. Again, this should surprise absolutely no one. This was the dude who on an open mic in front of a national TV audience entertained injecting bleach and bathing people in UV light to kill a virus. This is a dude who (again on live television) couldn’t tell Nancy Pelosi and Nikki Haley apart. This is not new. This is precisely who he is.

And yet, in the aftermath, in came the pundits and the American people giddy in their misery and their hatred of both men that they have been willfully putting in this position for the last eight years. Eager, despondent, political mongers tearfully wrung their hands with smiles on their faces as they spoke in stage whispers about “brokered conventions” and “disarray” and how “nobody won.”

Because they finally had the excuse to sound every bit as dramatic as they’ve wanted to be for so very long. They’ve longed for the image of political insiders brokering new candidates in the back rooms of smoky convention centers, because that shit is interesting. That is entertaining, and if there is one thing the American people have demonstrated time and time again is that we would far prefer to be an entertaining society than a functional one.

Which leads into all the low-information bozos who triumphantly went onto social media to bemoan sadly with cries of delight, “These are our choices???!!!??oneoneeleventyone!!$!”

See, Americans don’t want either candidate, you see. They wanted someone vital and strong and not old! How could the political machines be so terrible?

Whether that sentiment is out of cynicism or simple ignorance, I have no patience and no sympathy for anyone expressing it. These are our choices because that is who the people who vote in the primary elections for the last two presidential elections have chosen. It isn’t hard to understand unless you don’t want to understand it. So, that Biden and Trump were on that stage and not [x] or [y], then either we as a society are liars, or we didn’t give a solitary whit when it was time to make that decision.

I really don’t care which it is.

If you refuse to participate in the process, you cede the right to complain about the result. If America only wants to be involved in our political process for a handful of days any given election cycle, we deserve the government we get, and we deserve to get it good and hard.

If you’re one of the cynical political mongers, go sit on a sandpaper dildo and take it for a spin. You are every bit a part of the problem as the political leaders you bemoan in the columns of your God-awful editorials on your atrocious media outlets.

And to the rest, who happily gobble up the bullshit we’re fed because that’s what in truth we want to eat all day and are currently on the ledge because “America is fucked and everything sucks?”

Hurry up and jump already. Put yourselves out of our misery.

I’m out.