Blasphemous
Look at that wild eyed character yelling at the top of his lungs. What blasphemy! How dare he write those things. It's indecent. It's outrageous! It's possible even true! Talk about venting on a soapbox and getting your 15 minutes of fame, but there he is. I hate to see this, but I must just to be sure of what I'm outraged over. It's like the lookie-loos near an accident. Their macabre tastes for others pain and destruction. Don't you love the human race?—He doesn't. Fortunately he includes himself. That's fair I guess. Still, he leaves no invective unturned. Of course he blames much of it on the you know who. Throughout history he says some of them have been behind it. The conspiracy that is. They arranged the wars and other little social engineering escapades to bring about their rise to power. Naturally he was condemned by many. They wanted to try him for treason. They tried to extradite him back to stand trial while he languished in a prison cell—almost dying from it! Heralded as one of the greatest writers to put pen to paper—yet still despised. Uncomfortable isn't it? Spelling things out. Not for the weak of heart or stomach. Never-the-less I have to admit—
I'VE READ HIM!
I HAVE HIS NOVELS!
I should thank him, the blasphemer.
