June 26, 2009

Here's the fourth installment from Chapter Nineteen ("La Honda," aka, The Acid Chapter) of The Audio Book of GINNY GOOD—easily and by far the best, most important work of literary art made anywhere in the world so far this century.

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/audio/GGch19mclip4.mp3

Nobody's gonna listen to it, of course. People only listen to the trivial drivel their owners pay propaganda goons to get them to listen to, but so what? I made it. That was what I wanted to do. You can learn more about how the media and entertainment cabal rots your brain, robs you blind and keeps you a stupid slave from cradle to grave by reading Chapters 39-42 of Oprah's Dead Son.

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/awsyn10.html

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/awsyn11.html

Nobody's gonna do that, either. Oh, well. Ignorance is bliss. We don't want to know what morons we are; we prefer to fritter and twitter and facebook our lives away while the rich get rich and the poor get poorer—in the meantime, in between time, ain't we got fun.

Here's Ginny Good (ISBN: 0972635750) in its entirety. You can buy it new for $16.95 (plus shipping) or you can read it online for free—yet another thing nobody's gonna do due to being brainwashed out of his or her silly, sappy, superfluous mind by the all-pervasive, mega-Nazi media and entertainment monopoly.

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/ggsyn1.html

Here's the index to The Audio Book of GINNY GOOD. It's free, too—everything I do is free. Listen to a chapter or two and, if you want a copy of the whole thing on .mp3 CDs (including shipping), give me an address and I'll send you a copy.

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/ggsyn.html

Finally, if you want to see what all else is on my modest, unassuming little website (way more than mere words can begin to say), click this:

http://everyonewhosanyone.com/other.html

Gerard Jones
everyone@everyonewhosanyone.com
http://www.everyonewhosanyone.com

"...they'll have me whipped for speaking true, thou'lt
have me whipped for lying; and sometimes I am
whipped for holding my peace. I had rather be any
kind o' thing than a fool: and yet I would not be
thee, nuncle..."