I look forward to gaining insight into the mind of a young American writer, who’s on the wrong side of creation (pale male), to say nothing of the issues (non-woke)—ilana mercer
A young dissident, editor Rob Shimshock, is already up against The Amazon Machine, in his attempt to advertise his first book, Nightmare Crescendo: Breaking the Chokehold of Woke Capital. He tweets,
AmazonAds suspended an ad campaign for my new book, for being controversial and having…incorrect capitalization. Incorrect according to what, the AP, which insists you capitalize “black” but not “white”?
Fortunately, “the book,” Rob tells me, “is still up — and got a rank of #1, in a few, new-release categories and top 5 across the board in some others — but working with Advertising has been a pain. Amazon most recently denied one of my ads for an alleged incorrect use of ‘whose’… either this guy didn’t pass 4th grade English or was just that desperate to fabricate something to nuke the ad.”
I’m a stickler for grammar, as is Rob, my editor. I don’t see Rob’s errors anywhere. Besides, from the perspective of the drones working behind “Woke Capital,” isn’t it total racism to finger a writer for bad grammar? By the Amazon-advanced woke standards, English must be fluid if it is to avoid racism.
I look forward to receiving my review copy. For a book about politics, this almost sounds like fun—and is certainly a window in the mind of a young American writer, who is on the wrong side of creation (pale male), to say nothing of the issues. Read:
In his first book, journalist Rob Shimshock dissects the sinister symphony of academia, the media, the Deep State, Hollywood, Woke Capital, and their Soros-funded footsoldiers, a mesh of macabre melodies dragging our planet into the abyss. Shimshock diagnoses the sickness and offers antidotes through a series of literary “nocturnes” featuring bite-sized allegories like a battle between the Twitter bluebird and the U.S. eagle, blistering diatribes on the “cosmopolitan palate” and libertarian “Trojan whores,” admonitions against profit-driven “pathogenerals” and reprobate resisters to his 18th Amendment prohibition gang, a game manual for MONOPOLY: Regime Change edition, an ICE reality TV show pitch, and, yes, even a press release for the new superhero Dr. Deedee O. Hess, whose kooky finesse with hacking and leaking below-the-belt selfies of Big Tech CEOs is unrivaled.
Dictators loathe the sound of laughter. But they are terrified when that glee meets a formidable strategy. The Nightmare Crescendo has grown louder than ever before. Are you ready to become the instrument of its demise?
