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About the Mad Writer

Jeff is the author of the critically unacclaimed “Nobody Wants To Read My Crap.” This unpublished collection of pithiful short stories explores the full range of human emotion from anger to pissed off to rage. Some of his earlier unpublished works includes the Shrewberry award-winning “Stupidification of America: How Fox News Makes the Outrageous Seem Normal,” and his memoir, “If I Only Had A Brain: Growing Up In America.” Jeff is also a devout Jewish Cartesian. Like all Cartesians, Jewish Cartesians believe that the only thing you can know for certain is that you ‘think,’ therefore you exist (cogito ergo sum).  Jewish Cartesians take this to a new level. For them, “I kvetch, therefore I am,” is the bedrock of all existence and certainty in the world. Talk To The Author The Mad Writer loves to hear from his readers. You can share your uninformed opinions via Twitter (now 280 characters!!) and hope for a response. A Note About All of the Nazi Crap The Mad Writer (TMW) spends an inordinate amount of time reading about Nazis. TMW’s interest lies not in what was done but in why it was done. Specifically, TMW wants to know how the Nazis came to see that the only way to improve society was to exterminate millions of people. Further, TMW notes that the Nazis were not the only ones who harbored such beliefs. Think Armenian genocide, Native American genocide (‘The only good injun is a dead injun’), Mao’s Cultural Revolution (20 million dead? 50 million dead?), Stalin’s purges and famines (20 million dead? More?).  So, why all of the Nazi crap? TMW does it out of genuine concern for the future. For him, the greatest thing that could happen is that he is proven wrong, that all of the Nazi analogies don’t apply, in any way, to the present. His greatest fear is that he is proven to be right.

Letters from Our Readers

Dear Jeff, How come I can’t leave no comments on your stuff? Signed, Miffed in Michigan – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Dear Miff, I’m not interested in your version of the truth. But if you insist on sharing it with me, then go to Twitter and leave your comment there. I’ll ignore it. But at least you’ll feel that your precious voice has not been squelched. Jeff
Dear Jeff, Your arrogance pisses me off. If I ever met you on the street, I’d punch you in the nose. Signed, Pissed in Port Washington – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Dear Piss, Piss off. Jeff
Dear Jeff, I’m surprised you are bothering with this blog stuff. It’s passé. Old hat. Deader than a doornail. Nobody reads this stuff anymore. Signed, Hipster in Williamsburg – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Dear Hip, It’s not completely dead since, obviously, you’re reading it. Jeff