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It just occurred, after saying goodbye to Big Ron, another of many good friends come together through this site late in life. that as I pack my last boxes of books for shipment to various host houses from the east to the Left coast, that on July 5, 2010, I abruptly resigned the only good-paying job I had ever had, managing supermarket, in order to become a full-time writer.

A superstitious chord simpered in the base of my addled mind: it is July 5 2018.

With recent censorship paring my income and a handful of very generous donations coming in to facilitate further descent into dissent, it is time for me to leave the place where I cut my dubious writing teeth, Baltimore Maryland, for unspecified points in this great and evil nation.

It is about time, what with 40-odd Harm City journals set in the same weary place. It is also time for me to improve my writing style. I have grown bored—sick to death of the terms of discourse demanded by our retarded society: white, black, Right Left, blah, blah, blah into crooked nauseum…

As I limp and roll across the American Crimescape and mix with its bleating cattle, and meet its dissenting souls, the only Harm City posts will be accounts from those I interview about their urban and suburban and even small town life. For my own experiences I will abandon my dissident amateur anthropology style for a purer style of the type I use in my fiction, with the goal the abandonment of all labels, from place names to social designations and even my worn label.

I have titled the project Death of an Author and it will be written under a pen name on a site that will not be linked to or from this site. I will send the link to freinds and patrons.

Thank you for your support, and thank you most of all, dear Puppet Master and Deletion Drones, for your censorship, without which I might have remained stuck in the Baltimore mud.

James, July 5 2018

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Bran Mak SwornJuly 6, 2018 11:16 AM UTC

Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant
Sam J.July 6, 2018 7:25 AM UTC

Sigh...
BobJuly 5, 2018 9:47 PM UTC

It's sad to see even a virtual, let alone physical community disbanded. I'm grateful to have found this site (Sam J.'s tip) and for the pleasure and learning from both articles and comments.

Thanks again, Mr. LaFond. (The book title sounds pretty lugubrious. Nomen omen, I hope not.)
responds:July 6, 2018 5:26 AM UTC

It's a social suicide, which, considering my pariah status is like a comatose body in ICU pulling its plug.