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Finishing the Front Matter for my book. This is my "About the Author" and is redacted for now....I sincerely welcome and constructive criticism OR...given it is Valentine's Day and therefore sexual frustration abounds - you are welcome to hurl insults, with no helpful purpose. Hurl away...

Xxxxxxx X Xxxxxx (known as “Xxxxxxx X” to the courts, who have issued a warrant) is a humorist once called “A National Hero” (Courtesy, Nation of Tokelau). Nobody is sure exactly why, notably Xxxxxxx, who asked “Was it an attempt to collect on a debt?” Xxxxxxx admits to having hobbies which include pushing #10 envelopes, boundary testing and maintenance, as well as thinking both inside and outside the box. “But I am neither inside nor outside the box!” you exclaim, as if the descendent of Erwin Schrodinger. Xxxxxxx response? “What a super position to be in!” Did anyone not see that coming? Really? But enough about Xxxxxxx, the writer-man.

Xxxxxxx latest gift to the liter-gods, I Think, Therefore I Offend, is a book, the exact one you are being subliminally coaxed into purchasing. This literary Hail Mary represents Xxxxxxx “2nd Coming”, the successor to his seminal Xxxxxxx Xxxxxxx v Xxxxxxx s. This hilarious mix of “insanity in the membranity” [what?] was written by the author of the ground-swelling I Am Not Saying You Must Agree with Me, Only That My Words Carry More Weight Than Those of God Himself and the award-munching Yo! Dance That Booty! The Kinesthetics of Twerking. Both titles remain out-of-print, having never achieved “existence status” let alone “print status”. This was patiently and thoroughly explained to Xxxxxxx, without incident.

This collection of 20 hilariously subversive, absurd, yet strangely thought-deceiving pieces, includes a bonus 21st rant in the form of a never-before-read “Preface”. Expert analysis tells us the pieces are English-based. In a recent interview experts describe as “imaginary”, Xxxxxxx spoke concerning his latest literary achievement. His ensuing rant touched upon topics ranging from literary achievement, to concern. “The title is a skewering of the quote, I Think, Therefore I Am, Sam I Am, by Dr. Renee Suess.” Xxxxxxx later amended his answer. “Disregard the ‘Sam I Am’ part from earlier” Xxxxxxx continued, unmolested, “The name as well. She’s no longer with us, having moved is my understanding. I want to say she was one of the Golden Girls?” Xxxxxxx stared intently, “My book has the dual role to be both hilarious and offensive. When the brain encodes messages as offensive, realizing their hilarity post hoc, a result may be mental resilience, a known pathology.” Xxxxxxx later met with the interviewer, startling him, as he had not provided a forwarding address. “If I am wrong, I’ve contributed to the decay of Western culture. Still, ‘He who hath no sin’ amirite?” Pupils dilated, Xxxxxxx pleaded, “Do you know the source? I’m almost certain it was a Woody Allen movie.”

In a later interview, interviewing the interviewer about the first interview, the former interviewer (now interviewee) confessed an intense desire to correct Xxxxxxx on his Golden Girls debacle. “That became secondary once the check cleared – at this point the interview achieved its purpose. How did you know where I live?” The interviewer of the original interview flagged the question as rhetorical, ending the interview. “I know my rights” he added, unnecessarily.

As for Xxxxxxx, he resides zestfully in Colorado, basking in the tolerance shown by his cat, Buddy, who stares brazenly at Xxxxxxx, Giver of Temptations®, Dispenser of Churu®, those tiny morsels that make life tolerable. For cats. Aware of his surroundings, Xxxxxxx remains L’auteur humoristique du jour. “Does anyone know what that means?” Xxxxxxx queried, provocatively.
 
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