Pol Pot (ប៉ុលពត). joins sales crew

Once again I found a new spokesperson to sell my book - Pol Pot (ប៉ុលពត). While the official mainstream press calls him one of the most worst and murderous leaders of the 20th Century, it turns out he has a popular following. Although I lost the hyperlink, I actually found a pro-Pol Pot web site, dedicated to this wonderful leader. I understand they are putting up casinos near his death site, a town so small, most maps don't list it. He also has fans inside the rural areas of Kampuchea.
He does have better name recognition than I do, so it's only fitting than he join JR Bob Dobbs as a spokesperson for my new novel. If Dobbs can hawk a book, so can Pol Pot. I even think people have more faith in Pol's opinion that Dobbs.
So here's Pol's plug:

OK, so I didn't focus much on literature and avoided foreign literature during Democratic Kampuchea (four years starting in 1975). But this book has some of the best information on my rule written from a 1970s perspective. I also don't endorse all that gratuitous drug use. But this is 2007 and this book is as good as it gets. I highly recommend it.

Dobbs said to buy this book

At last! - some one else to plug my book beside me. JR Bob Dobbs is my man. He is here to tell you how grate my book is so I don't have to bother with all this crap.

JR Bob Dobbs said:
This book is a grate read and a definite work of high literary value. I wouldn't be surprised if this book ends up as a major motion picture. I smell an Oscar!
This book has it all – a grate piece of history, including politics; over indulgent drug use; and plenty of spicy sex, in fact I got a stiffy a few times reading the sexual descriptions and Otto's obsession with female body parts.
The writer, Steve Otto, is like a combination of Herbert Marcuse, Hunter S. Thompson, and Pauline Reage all rapped into one person. He is a true genius of our time.

Now could I have said all that shit myself with a straight face? No – but Dobbs can. He can sell anything and say anything and people sometimes believe it.

The Yin and Yang

Happy when saddas nehw yppaH..:

Think about death –THEN live

Think about living –Then DIE

Buddha –Pol Pot

Pol Pot – Buddha

Death

ReaL dEAth

Really dead but still walking around

Might as well be dead

Life

Real LiFE

What we Are -

What we could be

Fun in Space

It’s a good time for space travel. Forget all those stupid science books that tell us there’s no life out there. What do they know?

Remember when Martians had three arms?

Or men from Venus had to wear a hat to hide their third eye?

Here I am, safely standing on the moon Titon. Dan Dare, pilot of the future, took me here. I’m having a wonderful time.

s더v어 오토

What Ever

Well X-mass is over, thank god, goddess or dialectic materialism. I don't feel like running any more plugs or adds for my book. People can still get it, the add on the front will be there some time and its still available from the publisher for $12.25 or something like that.

Last year I ran some reviews, this year some excerpts and to be honest, I'm sick of being a huckster, at least for a while.

I feel like getting back to the things I like----insulting stupid politicians, trying to overthrow the government, helping people overthrow their own crummy governments and in general inflicting chaos when and where ever.

Pierre-Joseph Proudhon supposedly said out of chaos or anarchy would grow order.

Fuck order.

I work in high schools were students are not afraid to challenge what they are told and question authority. Sometimes it's a pain in the ass trying to control them, but I prefer it to autonomatrons who hang on every word, suck up and do everything it takes to get an A or B as they do in college.

At the same time, in a real revolution, that which is destroyed must be replaced with something better. Hamas provides services to their people when not setting off suicide bombers. The Shining Path used to believe that life in the base areas had to be an improvement over the past. Schools and medical centers had to be an improvement. Old culture had to be replaced with new culture.

So for now, I think I'll go back to ripping lousy politicians, hard to figure out Da Da pieces and just plain old rants.

Works for me.

史蒂夫 奥多

The perfect human

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For New Year 2007 it was the absinthe

Well, since a lot of other people are writing about their new year party I guess I'll throw in my 2 cents.
First I went to a friends house for a while and we talked about how crappy our lives were and how crappier they might get this year. The details are unnecessary and boring.
Then I went to a New Years party held by a goth couple I like. The place was jammed and I talked to a lot of people, some of whom I haven't seen in a while. I brought some bootleg Absinthe I was able to make. I put it in some small bottles with this label I made.


Yes! I spelled it wrong. I meant to put the "y" instead of "i" but I left out a letter. I guess I need someone to spell check my labels from now on. As for the Chinese at the bottom of the bottle, that's a translation of my name so that if I got caught with it, the cops wouldn't know I made it, unless we have any Chinese cops in Wichita.
A lot of absinthe drinkers showed up, and it didn't last long. I learned that the best way to fix an absinthe drink is to pour some over a sugar cube, light it on fire till the cub burns out, drop it in the glass and pour in some cool water. The burning melts the sugar and makes the absinthe more like syrup and it mixes better with the water and taste smoother. But there was plenty to drink, from mead to bear to wassail and whiskey…..and of course Champaign for midnight.
I was wearing this Black Death Vodka shirt (I just feel so cheered up when I where things like this) and some one there gave me this little coffin the bottles once came in, to go with my shirt. He already drank all the vodka. I used it for a home made mead that the people giving the party gave me.

I forgot my fireworks. This guy had some military explosives we wanted to set off, but he couldn't remember how it was supposed to be done. We feared blowing our arms off if we did it wrong, so we had to really on other peoples explosives.

I took some trendy chemicals and some not so trendy chemicals, so I didn't get so drunk that I had to puke. I did hang out till 5a.m. while some people passed out on the couch.
Other than the absinthe and label picture, this blog is boring as hell. So I added this picture of some of our guest bringing in the year in a more traditional style