Why not?

Okay. Here's a tiny sampling from what I'm working on... Offered humbly for your respectfully equal constructive criticism and/or de-constructive witticism. I'm somewhat, if not all ways keenly aware of my errors. 

...and now for something not nigh-completely different

We haven't left the topic of “dietary considerations” in this chapter of “religion” at any point. Connection: the dogma of fear under the banner of “old glory” is a religion that unites the industrial militarist states of Amerigo Vespucci. Connection(speculative): children are dying from all causes within the borders of Gaza at a rate more highly concentrated than anywhere else on the globe... There are no coincidences. This is the tithe you pay for the religion of “he who has the gold makes the rules”, “money is power, and might makes right”. A religion based on fear of honest questions. A religion based on unyielding faith in the “ever-beneficent” wizard(s) behind the DARPA-engineered fiber optic media curtain(eat your heart out, soviet Russia). This is the US-American (anti-)religion. This is the melting pot, turned into a powder-keg after sitting on the burner precisely 1 century past the last drop of steam to escape. The federal reserve begat the military industrial complex. The military industrial complex begat corporate heads of state. The corporate heads of state begat repressive resent-atives(repress-anti-tives?). The resent-atives begat puppet shows. And your political scene took on the intellectual theme of “Telletubbies”. Your current master of puppets has risen to notoriety under the catchphrase “yes we can”(record that phrase and play it in reverse for a laugh sometime), echoed under purely Utopian(fancy and artfully masterful) banners of “hope” and “change”. The public continues to seem enamored by this giggling black baby, serving his (hopefully ONLY) 8 years as the sun of your united ignorance... Yes, I pointed out that he's black. It's “progressive” of the producers to cast a “minority”. The grown-ups know how market demographics operate, and you're the biggest sucker in the universe if you thought that Mitt wasn't just the catcher in the rye who lost the game without even playing. McCain, or his next comic book villain equivalent will be back again to play bogeyman in the next chapter. Those awkward boners just seem to pop up every reap year for the big gay sword fight your country terms “erections”. Excuse me, I lapsed into the voice of an old Chinese business man for a moment there, I meant “elections”. Hopefully you'll forgive me. I'm also informed that “gay” means something more than just “happy”. My cultural advisor in AIPAC will be dragged offstage and shot by other payroll minions for your appeasement. C'est la vie. All's fair in love and business, eh? Hey, let's catch the back 9 and knock back some brews before our Builder-bob meeting... I need to be real mellow before they start throwing around words like “austerity” that I just can't be made to give a shit about.

Literary train wreck.

Is what I would call a paragraph that begins with “we” and ends in a sarcastic, semi-fictional “I”... and the rest of this emerging seemingly irreverent cat's-ass-trophy. I'll say this in defense of my book: It's no hairball, but it's got some harbles. Books are inherently escapist, even when they delve into the abstractions of technicality under the heading of “non-fiction”. You are now and forever right here, right now. If you're learning, you're passing into the future of your own imagining. If you're regressing, you're charging headfirst to an early grave. Either way, you are moving your eyes over these symbols in order to experience something which you are not inherently perceiving in your relative “now”. If you're seeing this sentence, you have validated my existence as a writer, and I am feeling finer than Dostoevsky ever did in his day. Thank you.