KEVIN STRANGE IS A SEXIST, RACIST, HOMOPHOBIC, MEAT-EATING HETEROSEXUAL!

Another day, another dime store, self-published Facebook author running his mouth, gang. The surest sign that you’re a success is a bunch of has-beens and never-wases can’t keep their mouths shut about you.

We already went through this at the beginning of the month. That really got in their ass, didn’t it?

It happens to everyone. Fuck, it happens to the RV youtubers I watch. These cats drive around the world in their camper vans documenting the truly free life and they have people who dedicate their lives to making videos mocking them! No shit! What the fuck harm can a guy and his cat in a van do to the world? Doesn’t matter. Any kind of success will breed hate and resentment from pathetic losers who can’t, won’t and never will.

It’s super easy to sit on the internet and cry like a little bitch. Takes zero effort to publicly shame someone. And gang, here’s why that shit WILL NEVER WORK ON ME:

I’ve already done everything I ever wanted to do creatively. I wrote and directed feature films. Had trailers premiere on Fangoria’s website. Had a 5 page spread in Rue-Morgue magazine praising my films. Had my movies played in film festivals from New Mexico to New Jersey. ALL BEFORE I WAS THIRTY YEARS OLD.

All before these no-name twenty five cent versions of Kevin Strange even knew my name.  I only ever decided to write books for fun after I RETIRED FROM A WHOLE OTHER CAREER.

Since then I’ve received a literary award in front of my college peers. I’ve been nominated twice for the most prestigious award in Bizarro fiction. I’ve traveled this country till the wheels fell off signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. AND I’M NOT EVEN OLD YET.

Here’s the truth: These people. These nobodies with less than 50 thousand published
words to their name most of the time, they’re TERRIFIED that their reputations will be tarnished.

Without the Facebook literary groups they’re NOTHING. They get no attention. No likes on their posts. No fake five star reviews on their (very few) books. They lay in bed at night and worry that it’s all going to be taken away. And that’s the shit they project onto each other and onto me when they do this sissy call-out shit on the internet.

Nevermind the fact that I spent the late 90s in gay bars watching drag shows when it was still socially acceptable to call gay people faggots in public. Nevermind the fact that MY SISTER IS GAY. Nevermind the fact that I lived in South St. Louis and WALKED WITH THE MICHAEL BROWN PROTESTERS. Even TAPED IT FOR FACEBOOK. Nevermind all that. These dorks will call me a racist and call me a homophobe because that’s what they do to each other. That’s the only weapon they have. They attack each other’s internet reputations BECAUSE THAT’S ALL THEY HAVE.

Me? I couldn’t give less of a fuck. I’ve already done it all. I almost died at the beginning of the year. Every single bit of this is a gift. Any success I have from here on out is a blessing. I’ve had fans since these kids were shooting backyard videos. And I’ll still have fans long after I’m dead. I give zero fucks about what they say about me on the internet.

I don’t start shit. But I sure as fuck have no problem ending it. And I still won’t say your name, bitch. 😉