Neanderpundit

Is whining the “Rich people don’t get taxed enough! And Chris Christie is FAT!” tune.

Look. I’ve read a lot of his books. It’s clear to me- has been since even before he admitted it- that he wrote most of his best work under the influence of peruvian marching powder. I could give two shits.

When you don’t actually have to- you know, labor for something, it’s all easy come, easy go. King sat in a room and typed away his pubescent fantasies and nightmares, and turned himself into a millionaire doing so.

I’m not saying writing is easy, but what King does can barely be called writing, really. It’s formulaic and predictable, and eventually becomes a simple matter of laying out the all too familiar plot and filling in details and making up new names.

It’s not advertised as anything else, so I can’t fault that.

Let me explain a little something to you, Stevie baby. By your own admission you were an unemployed english teacher living in a trailer park when you hit it big, and the bottomline is, while you have diligently pounded out millions of words a greedy public lapped up, you never did an actual days work in your life.

Other people do.

Your snide ignorance aside, before you start giving away other people’s money- money they actually had to- you know, work for- you might consider shutting your yap. Or if you really want to be taxed more, then write the .gov a check.

Oh, it won’t be ‘Fair” if you do it and not everyone else is forced to?

I see.

O Pointy Birds
O Pointy-pointy.
Anoint my head
Anointy-nointy.

-John Lillison

And appropriately, from the works of Josh Billings:

Manifess Destiny iz a disseaze, but it iz eazy tew heal; i hav seen it in its wust stages cured bi sawing a cord ov dri hickory wood. I thought i had it onse, it broke out in the shape ov poetry; i sent a speciment ov the disseaze tew a magazine, the magazine man wrote me nex day as follers,
“Dear sur Yu may be a dam phule, but yu are no poeck. Yures, in haste”