Sunday, September 18, 2016


I have a new website! I am keeping this thing up with all the old posts for a little while, but I have moved my official website to:


Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Melania Trumps Education

(Pre-disclaimer disclaimer: I do not endorse either political party. If Hillary Clinton committed a crime, then Charon will meet her at the dock and turn her ass away because she don’t have enough coins in the world for him…)

One of our favorite talking heads, Melania Trump, probably plagiarized the shit out of a speech that was previously given by Michelle Obama. What if…

We take the same people who were applauding Melanie Trump…
Put them into the Delorian…
Make them watch Michelle Obama give the same speech…
(would they clap their hands?)
Hell naw. 

I had a nice conversation with a friend a couple of weeks ago over glasses of bubbly Mountain Dew and a plate of grapes. My friend, whose name is Bob (not really, it’s Robert, but that’s not really his name, either), said, “What does Trump teach us about America, if we vote for him? That you can bully your way to power?”

Damn, son. Preach on! 

I like what Bob said. I also like what Melanie Trump said during the GOP convention. If you don’t know what I’m talking ‘bout, then use something called Google. It’s the latest in 21st century technology. According to political critics everywhere, Melania Trophy (Trump, actually) plagiarized a rabble-rousing, inspirational speech given by Michelle Obama. You can fact-check me by using Twitter, where all the credible sources are.

As an educator, I love the fact that Melania Trumpf plagiarized a speech. Ms. (Mrs.?) Jack of Spades gave the entire academic world permission to plagiarize the shit out of everything. I don’t have to grade a single essay… ever… from now on.

Next week, nobody will give a damn about Melania Talking Head. “Donald Trump is furious at this, furious I say!” Good for him. Because it will blow over, and people who were going to vote for him anyway are not going to change their mind. Herr Trump has repeatedly done a lot of stupid shit to get the Republican nomination, proving that people absolutely LOVE to go to the circus, and that Americans love their gladiator sports. Heil Ceasar! Mrs. Clinton, the infamous cuckold who has apparently never used a computer in her life (nor does she know what NSA is, or the Patriot Act… or shit… maybe she never scrolls down and reads the entire DISCLAIMER when she signs up for crap and she checks the stupid box. Who does that?), has also done some pretty stupid shit. So she is not excused.

Melania Trump is just giving America what they want: remakes. OH, DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THAT GHOSTBUSTER REMAKE! It’s too bad that Shakespeare was the only human being to have an original idea, or we would be digging his ass up and suing him for plagiarizing the Greeks. That would be fun. 

My friend Bob had a good point when he explained what he thinks Trump teaches America; I take it to heart now, because I think Melania Trump teaches us that you don’t have to do Jack OR shit to make it in America. Just copy stuff, apologize, and people will forget it next week.

What’s Donald Trump going to do to his wife? Fire her? Hahahahahahahahaha…

If one of the most prominent people in the country can get away with committing a crime that can actually get your cheatin’ ass kicked OUT of college, then why bother telling people they shouldn’t cheat?

Well, Vince, she’s rich, white, and pretty. She’s also a woman.

Okay, great. Thanks for letting me know.

I mean, Hillary isn’t going to model a bikini for us anytime soon, and she’s still getting away with crime (Richard Nixon would have loved email, I think, and it’s too bad he was driven from the Oval Office, because a lot of dead Cambodians appreciate what he did to liberate them from the communist threat). So you CANNOT argue that Melania Trump is going to get away with plagiarism because she is pretty. I mean, I have not seen her on ONE TIME, and I have checked, believe me. So she isn’t considered a “Milf” or anything like that.

I will never again have to reprimand a student for plagiarism. Melania Trump can do it, and nobody cares. It’s fun to write about it on social media, and it’s even better to blog about it so that you get more clicks (I should have some advertising on my blog, shouldn’t I?). Nothing to see here, folks. One politician gets away with a crime, and so does another.

Hey Bob, would you vote for Donald Trump? I mean, whoever sits in the Oval Office is supposed to be some kind of representative, an icon, a powerful figure, captain of the JV squad, etc., etc. 

“He teaches Americans that you can bully people into getting what you want and you can get away with it.”

Vince, get out and vote if you care so much.

Dude, ya’ll are trippin’. I would rather be the Rage Against the Machine of academia than Malcolm X; I would rather talk a big game and hopefully inspire the children I teach to WANT SOMETHING BETTER than the absolutely SHITTY choices we have in front of us. 

Thomas Jefferson believed that the Constitution is a “living” document. He also helped inspire a revolution in France that was pretty damn brutal. What’s the point of having a revolution if we just end up back where we started? What’s the point of all the rhetoric if we just end up with the same talking heads? People are so keen to say amazingly-impactful things like; "This is not what the founding fathers intended!"... as if they had a Delorian and they were NOT sharing, which is a punishable offense that should earn at least 30 lashes. 

When I teach students to analyze political speeches, they are positively amazed at how stupid the crowds look on camera as they eat every pile of horse feces that is scooped into their mouths. And believe me, folks, we analyze all ten political parties. There are really only two, though; evil and evil. 

I may never again be able to fail a student for plagiarism, but I will do my damndest to make sure those students, and my chitlens, learn how to think for themselves and stab GROUPTHINK in the chest with a serrated knife. 

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Goodbye, Dark Souls

I have been a Dark Souls fanatic for a long time. I will never claim to be a “pro” gamer, nor will I suggest that the games are always easy for me. 

Each Souls game, in my opinion, is a 10/10. I love every game in the series. I am not any kind of video game critic, but I know I enjoy the games, and that’s all that matters to me. Here is my personal ranking for the series; keep in mind, I am ranking the games according to which one I LIKE better, not which game is better overall. I can’t decide that. It’s like comparing the most beautiful human being in the universe from 2008 the universe's most beautiful person in 2025. 

Dark Souls (This was the first game in the series I played, and I have very vivid memories of my first experience with the Souls games. This one has more sentimental value than anything, because it taught me how to play these games, lol). 

Demon’s Souls (the environments are still relatively interesting, and the light/dark system is very cool). 

Bloodborne (I think this is the true “successor” to the Dark Souls franchise).

Dark Souls III (I love the game, but at the end of the day, it felt like an expansion pack. The environments were probably my least favorite in all the series, with a couple exceptions. After playing Bloodborne, I felt like FROM could do more interesting things with DS III… and I expected a better ending without relying on DLC). 

Dark Souls II (I put a lot of hours into it. Like, a million). 

Dark Souls: Scholar of the First Sin (it wasn’t necessary, but I still played the hell out of it. I only rank it last because I had already experienced DS2… even though Scholar is a remix with better graphics, this is where it belongs, for me). 

The amount of philosophical depth that is incorporated into the Dark Souls lore is staggering. I think the most important aspect of the game is the ability to play it a second time with a better version of your character—with an increase in difficulty.

I approach the Dark Souls games as if I am taking care of business. There is a strong life-metaphor involved; I don’t know how much further I have to go until I find myself against some epic conclusion that allows for me to make the ultimate choice; at the end of each game, you have the power to choose whether or not the world lives in a state of eternal darkness, or the violent cycle of life—which ends in death—continues. Essentially, this is the choice between Chaos and Law, Yin and Yang; I feel like I am up against an apocalyptic nightmare from fantasy author Michael Moorcock.

Of course, I could be completely wrong, which is great! There is so much community support for these games,and there are a lot of folks who play Dark Souls for hours to uncover the game-world's mysteries.

I thrive on the mystery, and the seemingly purposeless linearity. Dark Souls is an idea that thrives on throwing you into a situation that has one inevitable outcome; its end.

As I explored Dark Souls III, I was too busy surviving to truly enjoy it. I made mistakes after doing several things correctly, and sometimes, I was victorious through dumb luck. But I truly don’t get enough out of the experience until I play the game a second time; you have to admire and appreciate the layers of art and complexity. 

Since the third game in the series offers environments, characters, and items that veteran players have seen before, we can suggest this third game does not contain many fresh ideas. The Dark Souls universe seems like a fantasy version of The Matrix, and a mirror of the repetition that we constantly complain about when we say that something has been replicated, rebooted, or remade. Our characters may have traveled to Anor Lond before (kind of like walking to your nearest 7-11), but every time we go, there is a chance that we may do something terribly bad and hurt ourselves. Sometimes, we go through the motions; swing the sword, roll, dodge (or check cell phone, chew fingernails), and sometimes we approach our challenge a little differently; sometimes change brings a shot of confidence, but more often than not, we are a bit anxious. 

Sometimes, we make a desperate grab for an item that we can see on a distant ledge, or maybe the item is guarded by a trap or a powerful enemy. Sometimes, we just accidentally roll off the damn cliff.

Dark Souls III is all-too familiar, and it seems to be a tribute to the entire concept. An artist should have the freedom to explore new ground, and I am glad this is the final game in the franchise (if the rumors are true. I am certainly not a video game journalist). I am sad to see it go, but hopefully, there will be plenty of imitators who will attempt to fill the void, as FROM Software create another dynamic, powerful vision for video gaming’s future.

If any series of games could be the proper descendant of the original NES games that kept our families up late at night (Super Mario Bros. 3 without warp whistles), Dark Souls has inherited the flame, and now that torch shall pass. Super Mario games evolved, and I think the creative minds behind the Dark Souls franchise can create something just as groundbreaking. 

Thank you, FROM, for giving me a chance to fight The Nameless King in my nightmares, over and over again. 

Friday, April 8, 2016

Emerging Voices in Genre Fiction

Today is a day I give back to the writing community for all the good things that have been done for me. I have chosen to write about three authors from three completely different social circles from the social media world; neither of these authors have been published with Bizarro Pulp Press, and they do not have books under contract with my press. There is no bias here except for the fact that I love their work. Would I publish them? Bizarro Pulp Press isn’t always the right venue for the type of work an artist wishes to produce, and many authors have specific goals in mind for their art; therefore, this blog post is not an attempt to recruit them. I have reviewed their work, and I don’t think they have reviewed mine, although I know Phil has looked at my stuff before and did not hate it, which is a grand compliment from him. This huge disclaimer is meant to explain that I genuinely want to introduce good fiction to a wider audience. 

I provided Amazon links to their stuff. It's the United States Amazon link. I didn't want to turn this into a bazaar or an advertisement, so I kept it simple. These authors have no idea what I wanted to write about them, but they agreed that it might be cool. In my grand crusade to spread awesome reading material to peoples of the universe, I give you...

Autumn Christian


I heard some buzz about Autumn in social media land about two years ago, and I saw one of her personal posts; it was poetic, so I was intrigued. Yeah, I’m one of those people who read a lot of the writing samples that are posted to Facebook, because you never know what you might discover. I’m glad I did. I haven’t only read two of Autumn Christian’s books so far: Crooked God Machine, and Wormwood. I feel like she is a heady mix of Poppy Z. Brite and David Lynch. I loved Crooked God Machine; some of the sentences “felt” like they were punching me in the stomach with their depth. It was truly beautiful. Autumn’s work seems very personal and authentic, despite the surreality of the worlds she produces on the page; the power of her emotion keeps the stories grounded and allow for readers to connect. I think a younger audience would love Autumn’s work, and I don’t say that often about a lot of authors I have discovered on Facebook; the teenagers I work with don’t have a Poppy Z. Brite or Anne Rice to connect to. If I recall correctly, Poppy Z. Brite didn't exactly write PG-13 stuff, and I don't think Autumn needs to change anything about her approach at all; I think the books she already has are perfect for a hyper-imaginative audience, and she could really inspire some people to write. Autumn Christian is charged with raw talent and potential, and I think she is going to find a mass audience, especially if she targets a younger demographic in the future (that’s my unprofessional opinion, and as a married man, I know that I am usually wrong about everything).  Autumn is going to be a hit, soon, no matter what she does. 

Philip LoPresti 


Phil represents the direction I think modernized horror should explore more often. I met Phil when his first book of poems, Haunted F***ing, was published, and there was a lot of buzz around it amongst the community that supports Dynatox Ministries. Caught up in the hype, I was able to get my hands on a copy and discovered a poet who wasn’t afraid to get away from candles, ravens, shadows, etc. I can relate to Philip, because his work is not for a mass audience and it is written for people who would love to be exposed to horror “art.” One of the biggest problems with the type of work Phil produces is that it can be frustrating to work with a medium that can never be mainstream; and that is part of the allure to the art that Phil creates. His photography is stunning, and he is quite opinionated on social media. Publishers who want to truly produce art that is different and challenging are looking for Philip; but therein lies the rub. I would love to create an imprint specifically for work like Phil’s. His work is going to be off-putting to many; I can admit that I struggle with some of the imagery and language, but that’s because Phil is willing to unsettle the audience with his work. Phil works with the element of horror that is supposed to actually be horrific; it’s like someone saying they want to find a horror movie that is “actually scary” but they don’t realize that true horror is personal. Good horror should make you feel uncomfortable, and I consider Philip Lopresti a true horrorist because he can make you squirm. I know he is an Edward Lee fan, so I think if you are a fan of Edward Lee and you want the poetic version, Lopresti is the man. 

John McNee

I was introduced to John McNee’s work through a more traditional avenue;  when I had discovered a press called Strangehouse Books, I saw the cover of a book called Grudge Punk. Instantly, I was reminded of an old cartoon I enjoyed called Aeon Flux. Even though the book was nothing close to Flux, I really enjoyed it. I was under the impression that McNee was a new writer, so I did not expect to read a book that was so professionally delivered. A full-realized world with great characters, I wanted a
second book right away, and have been begging him for it since. I respect that McNee transitioned from a science-fiction novel to classical horror; The Prince of Nightmares, his latest offering, is a haunted house story that is very enjoyable. I am currently attempting to get through it, but I have so little time and it’s very difficult to find the energy to read with three kids running around the house. Horror does not need buckets of gore to be interesting, and McNee’s approach is very old-school, reminding me of a book William Peter Blatty would have written after The Exorcist. The story relies more on psychological horror and character development, which is a welcome break from all the extremely graphic stuff I typically find. 

Thank you for stopping by! I hope that you found an author or three you might consider exploring. 

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Deconstructing the Writer: Advance Praise for The Violators

Art by Dyer Wilk Copyright 2015
(Stuff appearing in this blog post: Biographical diatribe, advertising, more advertising, and book reviews). 

I like to think I have read a lot of books, but my reading experiences have dwindled considerably over the years. Editing fiction, grading papers, coloring princesses with my children; I have too much to do. I am jealous of people who have the time to escape to rich, unique worlds. I keep seeing so many awesome books come out and I feel like I am excluding myself from one of the best and most powerful mediums of expression. 

Sometimes (I am guilty of the following) we become so passionately involved in an idea or artistic medium that we develop a sort of intellectual snobbery. Here’s what I mean: I am a public educator, and nothing upsets me more than children who are mean or rude to others. I love my job and turn a blind eye to attacks against public education because there is a part of me that suggests… THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT. As you can see, I am sort of a snob when it comes to something I love, although I have learned to walk away from several battles because I know that arguments will not change minds or hearts. Discussion can lead to learning, but we often confuse discussions with arguments.

Once upon a time, when I was a college student, I had a haughty perspective on literature. I studied literary theories and purchased so many “classics” and filled my head with words from those texts. I wanted to become an educator, and at the same time, I began to view the world from the lens of someone who has an exclusive, special “gift” for reading and understanding literature, and I had the notion that I could interpret words at a much higher level than anyone else and should waste a lot of my professors’ time with literary discussions. 

I never wanted to “demonstrate” any kind of intellectual superiority over anyone; I wanted a place to talk about literature, and my college classes were the best place for it. I was satisfied, but I also felt “alone” in my perception of literature and ideas. I never actually believed I was more “intelligent” than anyone else I encountered, but rather, I feared I did not have anything interesting to say unless I put on a sort of guise and became a character. I became different versions of myself. The guy who went on a date or played billiards (we just call it “pool” and I feel so damn weird writing “billiards”) was not a person who could discuss literary theory. When I played video games or went to work at my day job in retail I erased everything I thought I knew about so many literary geniuses whose words never truly left me.


Here I am, ten years later, attempting to connect all the above crap with a book I’ve written—an extremely graphic book that is a sort of spiritual expulsion. I feel very dumb and silly now when it comes to literary theory and intellectualism, and it makes me happy. I can’t believe that I have published books, and that I have a beautiful family and the greatest job in the world. But what I have written is a nihilistic portrayal of intellectual snobbery and the desperation of artists who are nothing more than degenerates. I did not write The Violators with the idea that I wanted to be as gory and as offensive as possible; rather, the book became a rather vile experience in which the entire context became a sort of 4th-wall metaphor that discusses there is a certain amount of danger when things we are passionate about are taken to extreme levels.

That was a really, really, long-winded explanation behind The Violators. I am not going to apologize for its content, though I think readers need to separate the idea that authors are not ALWAYS their characters, nor are authors necessarily creating art that consciously represents how they feel about specific things. The characters in The Violators are terrible, nasty people, and I don’t empathize with their actions. Not one bit. I wrote an article about the idea of separating ART from the ARTIST in a newsletter for Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing. If you subscribe to their newsletter, you get other free content (the whole newsletter is free, so it’s a cool deal). You can subscribe to their newsletter by clicking HERE. Their anthologies feature some of the best writers working today, and their novels are pretty damn awesome. 

February 23rd is release day, and here are some of the reviews for The Violators. 

I deeply appreciate anyone who took the time to read this, and anyone who has read or will read anything my fingers can tap into a keyboard.