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The always-outspoken hard rock vocalist Corey Taylor begins America 51 with a reflection on what his itinerant youth and frequent worldwide travels with his multiplatinum bands Slipknot and Stone Sour have taught him about what it means to be an A skewering of the American underbelly by the New York Times bestselling author of Seven Deadly Sins and You're Making Me Hate You

The always-outspoken hard rock vocalist Corey Taylor begins America 51 with a reflection on what his itinerant youth and frequent worldwide travels with his multiplatinum bands Slipknot and Stone Sour have taught him about what it means to be an American in an increasingly unstable world. He examines the way America sees itself, specifically with regard to the propaganda surrounding America's origins (like a heavy-metal Howard Zinn), while also celebrating the quirks and behavior that make a true-blue American.

Balancing humor, outrage, and disbelief, Taylor examines the rotting core of America, evaluating everything from politics and race relations to family and "man buns." By continuing the wave of moral outrage begun in You're Making Me Hate You, Taylor skewers contemporary America in his own signature style. . more

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Love this guy. Loved his other books. Love his music, but holy hell what an exhausting rant this was. I almost completely agree with his viewpoints, however, this was overkill.

Another excellent book by Corey Taylor. It's shocking how much I identify with him after reading all of his books. I love his bands, but this is where he really shines. When he gets too old to tour (sorry, Rolling Stones) he should write books. He'll probably be a lot more mellow by then, but you never know.

I puzzled over the title for a while. I thought it was a reference to the 50 states with a +1. I heard in an interview, though, that it's a reference to Area 51. Very interesting.

It seems yet Another excellent book by Corey Taylor. It's shocking how much I identify with him after reading all of his books. I love his bands, but this is where he really shines. When he gets too old to tour (sorry, Rolling Stones) he should write books. He'll probably be a lot more mellow by then, but you never know.

I puzzled over the title for a while. I thought it was a reference to the 50 states with a +1. I heard in an interview, though, that it's a reference to Area 51. Very interesting.

It seems yet again, he and I agree on almost everything. I have heard the phrase "socially liberal and fiscally conservative" often. I used to say that described me perfectly. I'm a middle of the road guy. But the right turned into bootlicking sycophants and turned on their own beliefs in order to support their guy while he committed horrible acts against people who aren't white, who weren't male, who were immigrants, I mean, name it and this scoundrel has done it. The right has pushed me a bit more to the left than I used to be. I'm pretty sure if Trump had gotten that second election, I would have been pushed so far that the left that Bernie Sanders would look left and be utterly shocked to see anyone there.

I've not traveled outside of the US much, but I did go to Ireland once. I was advised even back then, in the year 2000, to tell people I'm Canadian. I knew the brash American abroad stereotype, mostly because stereotypes have some basis in truth. Taylor, too, makes this suggestion to world travelers of the American persuasion. I understand the little white lie. I chose not to take this advice because I wanted to show not all of us are self-entitled scumbags. In my tour group in Ireland, we were mostly made up of a few Americans and a lot of Australians. I hung out with the Australians, and at first, because I was considerably younger than them, they were guarded. They got to like me pretty quickly, and during a historical reenactment of Strongbow's life, I wound up marrying one. I thought I'd surprise her one day by sending a happy anniversary card to her, but I lost her address. The few Irish people we hung out with liked me, too. It turned out that our tour guide was actually Chief O'Brien's sister-in-law. O'Brien is one of my favorite Star Trek characters.

Then there's the Sauce Man story. I gotta say, I have done some stupid things in my life and accidentally hurt someone else. Not physically. Emotionally. That story broke my heart. It brought back all the shame I've felt over the years for my own behavior.

What surprised and pleased me is discovering that Corey Taylor, like myself, loves history. He even uses the same quote I do: "I'm not a historian. I'm a fan of history." It was so uncanny that I had to wonder if someone else said it, and I picked up the phrase subconsciously. And that maybe Taylor did, too. I looked around and there it is! I'll wager Taylor is a fan of Dan Carlin's Hardcore History, just like I am. Although in the chapter titled "Mother, Jugs, Speed, Sacco, and Vanzetti," he does not actually discuss Sacco and Vanzetti. I was kinda disappointed by that. I get that it's a joke, but still. However, he did say he'd be surprised if anyone not from Ohio knew who Salmon P. Chase was without looking him up, and guess what! I *do* know about Chase! I primarily know about him through Gore Vidal's Lincoln. I researched him quite a bit after I finished the book, pleased to find that Vidal was true to history as we know it. I was also sad to see how Chase's daughter Kate turned out in real life.

If I ever meet Taylor--and it's possible, as I tend to meet artists I enjoy--I would love to have a discussion with him about my theory that Alexander Hamilton had it coming, and that Aaron Burr is really the best of all the Founding Fathers. I'm also working on another theory: that Benedict Arnold's treason is actually very understandable. Wrong, definitely, but understandable. I'd like Taylor's thoughts on that.

I've been thinking about that because I like to put myself in other people's shoes when I discover I'm angry or annoyed with them. I try to see their side of things, and I can almost always succeed at that. The only one I can't fit into is Trump. His reasoning is so alien to me that I can't imagine what it's like to be so greedy that you'll let other people die just to line your pockets. But more or less, it helps me understand other people.

That's what the message of this book is really about. Understanding others so that you can learn to get along and make America the place it says it is. Like Taylor, I love this country, and to see greed and hatred and racism and all the other -isms tear us apart like this? Especially on Insurrection Day? I wonder if this is what the Romans felt as Nero did his little dance and fiddle.

Speaking of Insurrection Day, early in the book Taylor suggests that the lunacy isn't as bad as we think because it's usually extremes on both sides of the political spectrum, and they are always loud and belligerent. I used to think that was true, that the real America were scattered about in the middle, or they leaned one way or the other. They weren't extremes. They were normal.

I don't believe this anymore. Every day people are now at each others throats. Neighbors in my own town clash at each other, and they vandalize Trump and Biden signs depending on where they got their "news." But the clincher was on Insurrection Day. Those were regular Americans charging the Capitol. They were rabid and vicious and people died because of them. The very people who complained about BLM protests destroying property proceeded to destroy property in Washington, DC. You know who I didn't see at the Capitol that day? I didn't see Sean Hannity. I didn't see Tucker Carlson. I didn't even see Trump, and it was his own insurrection!

You know who I did see there? Jordan Klepper. I'm not a big fan of his comedy, but it took balls to do what he did there. He walked up to these psychos and asked them questions that they probably didn't want to hear much less answer.

So no, I think this poison has worked like Trickle Down Economics didn't work. The hate trickled down from the higher ups, and it infected the regular people of America. My own grandmother would go crazy whenever I said something negative about Emperor Palp . . . er, Trump.

Speaking of TDE, there is a great chapter about Reagan. I couldn't stand the guy, but I had to give him some credit for being at least presidential. I agree with Taylor that he understood people more than many other presidents. Now if only actors would stop being so political!

That's a joke, by the way. I don't understand why people constantly say, "You're an actor. What do you know about politics?" The very same thing could be turned back on them. "What? You work at 7-Eleven? What do you know about politics?" To be fair, actors have been pretty political for a very long time in this country. John Wilkes Booth, anyone?

There are a couple of points I disagree with. Taylor's take on the death penalty. He's for it and thinks it will make a difference in crime rate if we brought it back to all 50 states. I'm not entirely against the death penalty, but the horrifying fact is that we've sent too many prisoners to their deaths only to find out that some of them were actually innocent. There is a great and terrifying Naked Gun joke on this very subject. Taylor suggests extending the death penalty to sex offenders and violent criminals. The argument could certainly be made for sex offenders to die, especially pedophiles. I'm more inclined to lock them up for life because that's not just their crime, it's their behavior. They will certainly do it again, even with chemical castration. It's not about sex with them. It's about power. If they can't use their own equipment, they'll find a broomstick. So I'm on the fence if they should get life sentences or the death penalty. Maybe it would depend on the severity of the crime. But violent criminals? How do we define that? I've done some violent things in my life, so should I be sent to the needle? And there are some murderers who probably wouldn't do it again. They had a bad day, and they flipped out and killed someone. A life sentence in such a case sounds fine to me. But in the case of, say, John Wayne Gacy, who went to the needle in the 'Nineties? 100%, that guy should have been killed. But we've killed too many innocents. The death penalty is broken. Until we can fix it, I think it should be off the table.

The other issue is guns. I don't like guns, personally. If someone broke into my house, a cop would be here in less than two minutes. The only reason I'd have a gun, ever, is to kill someone. Or maybe myself. I don't think I'd do the latter. I already tried to off myself once, and I don't think I'll ever do it again.

But then I think about the lonely parts of America. Farmland. Miles and miles of it stretching as far as the eye can see and more. If you live in a place like that, and Iowa (Taylor's home state) is mostly filled with places like that, that clouds the issue a bit. So is Illinois, my home state, once you get away from the Chicago suburbs. In a place like this, it might take a police officer a half an hour or more to get to you. It makes perfect sense to have a gun in such cases. A friend of mine who lives on the border between Illinois and Wisconsin, definitely a middle-of-nowhere place, had to defend himself against literal thieves in the night. He had a gun and was able to scare them away. So I see both sides to the argument. Taylor seems to also know that we do need stronger gun control laws. Are you going to hunt deer with an AR-15? And guns really need to be kept out of the hands of people who shouldn't have them. Certain mental issues should prevent people who suffer from them from owning a gun. That probably won't win me many points with a lot of my father's side of the family, but there you go. And just to point it out, I have fired guns. It does give you a thrill to do it, especially if you hit the target. Especially if that target is Tannerite. But I was firing guns in Nevada, where gun registration is more of a suggestion. You don't have to, but if you get into an altercation involving your gun, it would smooth out the investigative process. It boggles the mind.

And I've been writing this for waaaaaay too long. I really need to go out and get something to eat. Suffice it to say, Taylor's an excellent author, and I thoroughly enjoyed this book. . more

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Set in 10-point Utopia

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data has been applied for.

1 On the Road, Revisited

2 How Ronald Reagan Saved Christmas

3 Red, White, and Bluetooth

4 The Killing Name

5 Hillary, Emails, and the Fall of the House of Kennedy

6 The Greatest Country on Turf

7 You Don’t Speak English

8 Rule Americana

9 CMFT + GOP = WTF

10 Mother, Jugs, Speed, Sacco, and Vanzetti

Also by Corey Taylor

As always, to my family, my friends… and most of all, to my children:

Griffin, Ryan, Angie, Haven, Lawson, Aravis

This world will be yours later.

I’ll try to pick up a bit before I close for the night.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men (and women) do NOTHING.

—EDMUND BURKE (paraphrased)

Power corrupts. And Absolute Power corrupts absolutely.

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun?

—THE CLASH, “The Guns of Brixton”

America… what if God doesn’t care?

—SLIPKNOT, “Gematria (The Killing Name)”

ON THE ROAD, REVISITED

Here’s a funny story that isn’t funny at all.

Two political parties walk into a bar. One gets shitfaced hammered and nominates a loud, crude, egotistical, childish, bullying (yet easily butt-hurt) jackass cunt of an orange billionaire to be the president of the United States of America. The other, equally smug and unapproachable, decides to abstain from such low-quality behavior and spends the entire time reminding you that not only are they special because they’re not at all like the other candidate but also that they need you to love them for little more than that reason alone or else they will look down on you with piteous disdain and appallingly bitter bemusement. Both sides had their fair share of intelligent detractors as well as their equal legions of completely devoted zealots. Most people in the middle were left with a terrible choice to make: vote for someone you didn’t really support, thus wiping your ass with your constitutional rights as a citizen, or choose someone that nobody else was going to vote for and cast your vote that way, realizing the same result yet feeling a little better about yourself. That is exactly what a lot of people did.

Granted, a lot of people genuinely supported the various candidates. Trump had his swamp-draining pussy grabbers, Hillary had the “I’m With Her” folk, and all the holier-than-thou angsty coffee drinkers had Stein and Johnson, vowing to take their toys and go home because Bernie wasn’t allowed to come out and play. Sheisty shit was going on all over the place, and it looked like there was absolutely no way the situation could get worse. Then we watched, in incredulous horror, as that same orange prick, the one who’d openly mocked so many others, won the Electoral College, even as he lost the popular vote by nearly 3 million votes. I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes: DONALD FUCKING TRUMP WAS GOING TO BE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Writing it here and now, it still doesn’t feel very real. Reading that sentence back, I have to keep stopping myself from correcting it. It’s true: Donald Trump is the president.

He ain’t my fucking president. But he is the president, and we’ll leave it at that.

I’ll bet boners to nipple clamps that I was just like most of you: glued to CNN in pure dread as Trump’s numbers kept getting higher and higher. So many people were texting me, saying, “Is this really happening? What the shit?!” I kept myself from losing it by calming them down, saying, “Don’t worry! It’s still early. It’ll be fine! Our country can’t be that fucking stupid!” Then, by the time Pennsylvania fell, I sat stunned on my sofa, realizing that my country was in fact that fucking stupid. I whispered a quote from the original Planet of the Apes, when Chuck Heston sees Lady Liberty up to her tits in the sand and shouts, “You maniacs! Damn you! Damn you all to Hell!”

This book started out very different.

It started out with a disclaimer about the dangers of foisting a despot like Donald Drumpf (real family name) on this country. It talked about a Hillary victory I was so sure was going to happen. I wasn’t really that invested in her per se—I just didn’t want the Cheeto to win. I had faith that it wouldn’t happen, that most blue-collar people would come to their senses and go the other way. But that never happened—and in fact, it got worse. The GOP, otherwise known as the Republicans, ended up keeping their majority in the Senate and doubling down on their super-majority in the House of Representatives, paving the way for a whole lot of bad defunding to go down. So the presidency and Congress are held by the Republicans, while the Supreme Court—the other third of our three tiers of government—was stuck at eight members because Congress refused to allow Barack Obama to nominate a new judge. Let’s hear it for Gorsuch, ladies and gentlemen…

. I wanted to break this shit down like a DJ after a wedding for you all. Then he won. He fucking won. No matter what he’d said or done, no matter how vile and fucked up he was or was going to be, no matter how much he’d lied and lied and lied and fucking lied… he’d won. In the big game at the political table, he’d played his Trump card and beat the house, setting it back a few points, to be sure.

When that happened I walked over to the computer on which I write my books, opened up all the chapters I had already started on, highlighted hours’ worth of words, work, and effort… and deleted it all. Highlight. Delete. Start again. It hurt. I was tied up in fucking knots for days, simultaneously catching shit for not doing enough to get the vote out and also ducking flying turds for daring to insinuate that because Trump had won, there would be an outbreak of violence against blacks, Latinos, Muslims, the entire LGBT-plus community, women, and so on. I was harassed for “instigating the violence by suggesting that violence might happen”—which, it correctly turned out, happened whether I’d said anything or not. Swastikas were spray painted on churches and mosques across the country. People were attacked in earnest. Angry white men shouted their contempt for anyone who had the audacity to be neither white nor male on flights and on subway cars. I can say this because there are videos of this happening. There are videos, and NO ONE WAS ARRESTED OR TAKEN TO FUCKING TASK OVER IT. No punishments for obscenity or vocal hate—just wanded, waived, and sent on their way. It lasted for a while, even as the protests mounted and the Trump supporters became just as “snowflake” and “triggered” as the liberals they loved to hate. Time to tuck in and settle down to wait for what was next.

But here’s the thing, and you’re going to think I’m fucking crazy right now: I’m GLAD he won. HOLD YOUR FUCKING HORSES, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! Before some of you angry lefty pricks start bombarding me with crazy spam and dizzying examples of why the Trump Effect is going to burn this nation into cinders, then piss on those cinders, then stuff those cinders up Melania’s bleached asshole, then grunt those same filthy ashes into a champagne glass, then have those poopy, champagne-ridden, pissy American ashes blown straight up into his own privileged asshole live on C-Span… Jesus, sorry about that folks. I really got off on a riff there, Sonny Rollins style. I don’t even remember where the hell I was going with all of that. Was I going to talk about the new First Lady’s nudes? Was I going to talk about those uncomfortable moments between Donald and Ivanka? By the way that whole pissy ashes metaphor takes on a whole new meaning given the “Golden Gate” controversy—oh, Donald…

Anyway, before any of that absolutely happens—and there are great chances that it will—let me explain that sentiment. I’m not happy that this election has divided our country into gnarly tribes of discontent. I’m not happy that some people are scared and others think it is fair game to terrorize. I’m not happy that the protests seem to go on and on because they just keep looking for new reasons to be upset. I’m happy because it set my record straight, sharpened my gaze, and put me back on the path. Check it out.

Yes, Donald Trump is the president (at least for now)—NOT MY PRESIDENT, but The President. That’s not to say that I’ll be happy when the Right tries to take out the various programs that are helping people, like it or not, get through their life. I won’t keep quiet when they add to the deficit because they don’t have any answers better than what is already there, but they won’t admit to it. I also won’t stand by as they try to “scale back” the powers of those who oppose them, like the intelligence communities, the “checks and balances” parts of our governments… or the American voting population. If they want a revolution, they’ll fucking get one because they suck at math: WAY MORE PEOPLE VOTED AGAINST TRUMP THAN VOTED FOR HIM, AND HE’D BETTER FUCKING REMEMBER THAT. The Orange Mandate does not exist.

No, I’m glad for different reasons—two reasons, to be exact: because up to that point, this book was a piece of shit, and to be quite honest, so is our two-party system. This book was really just me ranting and raving about how right I was about Trump and the Right and all that shit blah blah blah fucking GET OVER YOURSELF TAYLOR. I was acting exactly like the political party I thought I supported, until I realized that was the very reason that people found it so hard to support that party—not only could they not relate to it, but they felt judged and belittled for not coming off as a shiny shell from the intelligentsia. More down-to-earth people were siding with an egomaniacal Cheeto than they were a candidate that should have smoked him like a throwaway gang member in Death Wish 2.

They were tired of walking into vocabulary traps, akin to getting a face full of spider webs carrying laundry to the washer in the basement. Can’t say this, can’t say that… it’s ridiculous. You can’t say “god bless you”—it has to be just plain ol’ “bless you.” You can’t say certain pronouns anymore—you end up sounding like a possessed Speak & Spell when the batteries are getting low. From “Merry Christmas” to “motherfucker,” it’s become quite a lesson in pomposity. That leads to what we’ll talk about later: adverse empathy. English writer extraordinaire W. S. Gilbert said, “When everyone is somebody, then no one’s anybody.” I’ll paraphrase a bit for this case: when everything’s offensive, then nothing will be.

As much as pundits and pollsters would love to paint the two parties in broader terms, these politicians had become people you couldn’t identify with, for better or for worse. Personally, I don’t think you should want that in a politician, but then again I think most pols are preening shit talkers with two faces and too many pockets. In Trump, at least most of us could see the idiot reflected back on us. I never had that with Hillary; to be honest, I think most Americans thought she was so busy judging them that they never took the time to listen to what she was saying. I’m not going to drag you all through that bastard election again—I’m fairly certain it added years to us all. My point is this—most of us, most of the people on the street just trying to make a living, don’t want a president who makes us feel like shit about ourselves. Like it or not, wrong or right, I believe people had that feeling about Hillary—and to be honest, about almost all Democrats, really. People don’t like being beat over the head with how much smarter you are than they are. I’m not saying that was the whole factor, but it’s definitely why most people found it easier to vote for someone else.

Like I said, I have leaned Democrat for years. However, I’m giving serious thought to going full Independent, merely because I feel the same way a lot of people do—judged by the upper crust, and I’m talking about both parties now. Republicans hide a little better behind their guns and their God, and no pun intended but God forbid you be a little outside the box. Sure, they want you to feel at home in their party—they’re the “Party of the People”! But you have to be their kind of people. If not, they’ll take away your rights quicker than you can say “Pro-Choice.” The Dems are just as bad. One of the biggest problems with the Democrats is they’re savvy enough to embrace cutting edge liberties like abortion or transgender identities, and yet they cannot comprehend why some people have such a hard time coming to grips with that, especially people with a deep background in faith. To regular folks, these are concepts that are as foreign as speaking French to a kindergartener from Topeka. They’ve never even thought about the notion before, but now they feel like they’re being forced to deal with it, forced to support it, forced to just accept it, even though they’re not really sure if they truly understand it.

No one explains anything anymore—they just blurt out shit like they do on Twitter or Facebook or in any of the comments sections where good grace and common sense go to die. It’s ratcheting up the narcissism at an alarming rate. But we don’t really communicate anymore anyway. We go out of our way to make slamming statements and dare a motherfucker to say anything that deigns to be contradictory and then we retaliate with pure digital venom and righteousness. Abandon all hope, ye who log on here. So it’s no wonder that anyone regarded as intelligent is regarded as an “elite libta

rd SJW” and anyone regarded as working class, maybe a little simpler in their approach to life, nothing more, is regarded as a “white trash racist redneck.” A population marginalized before they can ever have a conversation is going to do incredible things… like nominate and elect Donald Trump.

So this book went from being a sanctimonious editorial on how much I think I know about what’s right for you in my own head and the shitty sauces held within, to a book that will now take a deeper look at what the hell is really going on, and I mean with all of it: the political parties, who they say they stand for, who they really stand for, who the people think stand for them, where all of this is going, where I hope we land, and a subtle little history lesson on politics in this country. Plus, I want to walk you through some of the cooler pieces of real estate here in these United States, stuff that maybe you forgot about, stuff that maybe you didn’t know about, places and people to tickle the fancy and engage a bit of nostalgia or—hold your ass—real patriotism, not that shit that the government tries to shill on late night television. This is more about looking under the bed for toys we always forget we have but would love to play with and cherishing that joy of rediscovery before the clamps of cynicism come rushing back to remind us of real life and the grim reality of paying bills and doing laundry… you know, REAL-LIFE SHIT.

You see the thing that bothers me about a lot of these politicians is that we only see them on TV. We only see them in the papers. We don’t know them. “Just like you…” Motherfucker, please. When was the last time you missed a bill and spent a week or two freaking out about it? When was the last time you only got a few hours of sleep because you got young kids and if they don’t sleep, neither do you? When was the last time you had to choose between food for your kids or the electric bill? Did you ever have to go through that kind of real shit? If you did, show me some photos. Let’s see some video. Let’s hear how you’d make a sandwich if you didn’t have anything to make a sandwich with, asshole. Me? I remember all that shit. It’s the blessing and the curse of having an active mind. I remember sleeping in closets, bathtubs, on the street, in the same clothes for days because we had no money for anything. If you gave me one piece of bread right now and sent me into a kitchen bereft of anything that resembles “sandwich fixins’” I would walk out with a fucking sandwich. And I’d eat that fucker because I know what it means to be broke and desperate. I know what it means to have that sinking feeling in your gut that you might not get the rent in but there will be dinner for that next week. I’d like proof to see if Paul Ryan could come up with some shit like that before he thought about voting to gut programs like Medicare, Social Security, the ACA and certain types of welfare.

For the first time, Slipknot and Stone Sour frontman Corey Taylor speaks directly to his fans and shares his worldview about life as a sinner. And Taylor knows how to sin. As a small-town hero in the early '90s, he threw himself into a fierce-drinking, drug-abusing, hard-loving, live-for-the moment life. Soon Taylor's music exploded, and he found himself rich, wanted, and on the road. His new and ever-more extreme lifestyle had an unexpected effect, however; for the first time, he began to actively think about what it meant to sin and whether sinning could--or should--be recast in a different light. Seven Deadly Sins is Taylor's personal…

Corey Taylor has seen a lot of unbelievable things. However, many of his most incredible experiences might just shock you. For much of his life, he has brushed up against the supernatural world and he's seen ghosts up close and personal-whether it be while combing an abandoned house in his native Iowa as a child or recording with Slipknot in the fabled "Houdini" Hollywood Hills mansion. He's also got the memories (and scars) to prove it.

Slipknot and Stone Sour frontman Corey Taylor's third book is a searingly hilarious trawl through the endless backwaters of human stupidity, by the bestselling author of Seven Deadly Sins and A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Heaven Corey Taylor has had it. Had it with the vagaries of human behavior and life in this postmodern digital blanked-out waiting room that passes for a world. Reality TV, awful music, terrible drivers, megamalls, airports, family reunions, bad fashion choices, other people's monstrous children, and badly-behaved "adult" human beings are warping life in the twenty-first century into an often-unbearable endurance…

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Предисловие к новой книге Кори America 51 на русском языке:

"Эта книга изначально должна была быть другой.

Она задумывалась как предупреждение о том, что поддержка такого деспота как Дональд Трамп не привела бы ни к чему хорошему. В ней говорилось о победе Хиллари, в чем я был уверен. Я не то чтобы как-то сильно её поддерживал, но я просто не хотел, чтобы победил этот клоун. Я верил, что этого не случится, что все они просто разойдутся и займутся своими делами. Но этого не случилось - и, как факт, произошло кое-что гораздо худшее. Партия GOP, известная также как Республиканцы, получила огромный вес и влияние в Сенате, а также в Палате Представителей, тем самым урезав бюджет. Таким образом, и президенция и Конгресс управляются Республиканцами, тогда как Верховный Суд, третий из трёх столпов нашего правительства, сузился до 8 человек, а Конгресс не позволил Бараку Обаме назначить нового судью. Давайте все будем слушать Горуша, дамы и господа.

Эта книга начиналась с надежды, что после поражения Трампа демократы наконец наберут вес и смогут дать простым людям, в том числе и моим родственника, рабочие места, и покажут им, что они не зря их поддерживают. Как республиканцы наедятся говна, пытаясь завести телегу с этим х**сосом, который боится собственной тени, но не боится бросаться пафосными речами. Было много случаев, где я хотел показать какие республиканцы ханжи: маленькая горстка, которая хочет запустить свои пальцы во все сферы, в том числе и те, где правят Демократы. Я хотел, как ДиДжей на свадьбе, сбросить оковы и показать вам всё в истинном свете. А затем он победил. Он б**ть победил. Не важно что он говорил или делал, не важно каким злое**чим он был или готовился стать, не важно как много он врал, врал и, внимание, врал. он победил. В большой игре на политическом столе, он разыграл свою козырную Трамп-карту и ударил по дому, с нескольких точек, чтоб наверняка.

Когда это случилось, я подошёл к компьютеру, на котором я пишу книги, открыл все те главы что я написал, а это часы трудов, бессонницы, пота и крови. и удалил это всё. Выделить. Удалить. Начать заново. Это неприятно. Я был связан в б**дские узлы целыми днями, ведь мало того что мой голос в итоге ничего не значил, так я ещё ловил тонны говна от поддерживающих Трампа за то, что я якобы обвинил его в провоцировании волн насилия, направленных против ЛГБТ, черных, мусульман, женщин и т.д. Меня даже обвинили в том, что я "сам провоцирую это насилие, просто упоминая возможность вспышек этого самого насилия", которое в итоге, какой сюрприз, и случилось, и не важно говорил ли я что-то или нет. Свастика была нарисована балончиком на многих церквях и мечетях по всей стране. На людей нападали. Злые белые люди нападали на всех, кто посмел быть не белым, или не мужчиной, и делали они это в метро и даже самолётах. Я говорю об этом, потому что даже есть видео с происходящим. Есть видео, и НИКТО ДАЖЕ НЕ БЫЛ АРЕСТОВАН ИЛИ ПОНЁС БЛ**СКУЮ ОТВЕТСТВЕННОСТЬ. Никакого наказания за непристойное поведение или оскорбление - просто предупредили и отпустили. Это продолжалось какое-то время, даже когда начались протесты и все, кто поддерживал Трампа тут же стали "снежинками", такими же "задетыми", как и либералы, которых они так сильно ненавидели. Пришло время объединиться и спокойно ждать, что случится дальше.

Но вот какое дело, и я думаю вы все посчитаете меня безумным: я РАД что он победил. ДА, ПОПРИДЕРЖИТЕ ВАШИХ КОНЕЙ, ВЫ ЕБ**АТЫ. Прежде чем некоторые из вас, агрессивно-настроенные личности, набросятся на меня, начав спамить и приводить мне будоражащие воображение аргументы, на тему, почему победа Трампа сожжёт к х**м нашу нацию, нассыт в оставшуюся золу, затем смажет ею отбеленную жопу Мелани (Трамп), затем оставшийся пепел насыпет в стакан из под шампанского, который будут разливать богатые детишки Трампа, высунув свои морды из лимузина, и всё это будут показывать по каналу C-Span. Боже, извините меня за это. Я что-то больно увлёкся и получилось в стиле Sonny Rollins. Я даже не помню о чём сказать то хотел. О голых фотках нашей новой "Первой Леди"? О неудобных моментах между Дональдом и Иванкой? Тем не менее, вся эта метафора с пеплом, жопой Мелани и мочой приобретает новый смысл, вспоминая ситуацию с "Золотыми Воротами", о Дональд.

В любом случае, пока все это не произошло - а у нас есть огромные шансы на то, что это случится - позвольте мне объяснить мой крик души. Я совершенно не счастлив, что эти выборы разделили нашу страну на две несговорчивые и недовольные половины. Мне совершенно не нравится, что одни люди напуганы, а другие считают, что самое время творить бесчинства. Мне не нравится, что протесты так и будут продолжаться по всё новым причинам. Я рад лишь тому, что всё это придало мне сил, убедило в собственных взглядах и наставило меня на путь. Сами посмотрите.

Нет, я рад, и на то есть две совершенно разные причины. До этого момента, эта книга была куском дерьма, и, если быть честным, как и наша двухпартийная система. В этой книге я просто сокрушался на тему, как же я был прав насчёт Трампа и Республиканцев, и всякое такое дерьмо. Бла бла бла. ВОЗЬМИ СЕБЯ БЛ*ТЬ В РУКИ ТЕЙЛОР. Я действовал точно так же, как и партия, которую я поддерживал, до тех пор, пока не осознал, что есть причины, почему люди решили её не поддерживать - не только потому, что они не находят в ней что-то близкое для себя, но и потому, что чувствовали себя ущемлённым за то, что не выглядят как наш белый свет интеллигенции. Более приземлённые люди видели насквозь этого жалкого эгоманьяка, и не видели в нём кандидата, а скорее как дешёвую сигаретку, которую курят члены банды в Death Wish 2."

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