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Thankfully yes. Check out the other books titles Chuck has written. Hilarious.

Slammed In The Butt By My Handsome Laundry Detergent Pod https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0795FV3LP/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_f.RLDbH8CXP0X

He also wrote "Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt". How meta can you get?

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He also fancies himself as "The Greatest Author of our Generation". I don't know him, butt I already love him. http://www.chucktingle.com/

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Yay, I was worried, was thinking of posting a new trump choose your own adventure book https://www.amazon.com/You-Are-Donald-Trump-Horrible/dp/1986021068

I see one of them wrote with Vox Day, whose collected works could feed this sub on their own.

Theres a sequel and its worse.

Chapter 8

And the quote of the day is . . .

>"Any realistic assessment of any possible scenario will inevitably conclude that nothing that al Qaeda can do can cause the collapse of America and the capitalist system. The worse eventuality in the long run would be that America would be forced to break its hallowed ideal of universal tolerance, in order to make an exception of those who fit the racial profiling of an al Qaeda terrorist. It is ridiculous to think that if al Qaeda continued to attack us such measures would not be taken. They would be forced upon the government by the people (and anyone who thinks that the supposed cultural hegemony of the left might stop this populist fury is deluded).
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>—Lee Harris, "The Intellectual Origins of America Bashing""

In case you're wondering who Lee Harris is, that's a good question. His full biography from the Hoover Institution amounts to one sentence: "Lee Harris is a writer living in Atlanta." The biography from his Amazon store page for Civilization and its Enemies: The Next Stage of History is a bit more complete:

>"Lee Harris entered Emory University at age fourteen and graduated summa cum laude. After years spent pursuing diverse interests, including a stint at divinity school, several years writing mystery novels, and a career as a glazier, he began writing philosophical articles that captured the imagination of readers all over the world. The author of three of the most controversial and widely shared pieces in the history of Policy Review, Harris has emerged as one of the most talked-about writers of recent times. He lives in Stone Mountain, Georgia."

Graduated in what? And what kind of degree if applicable? I mean, did he just get a Bachelor's and not go any further? Because that's what it sounds like, and I'm sure as Hell not going to assume that would make him an expert on anything in particular. Also, any half- wit who actually thinks "racial profiling of an al Qaeda terrorist" is the opposite of a expert: al Qaeda's not defined by a single, "race", unless our esteemed author is also conflating Islam with race. In that case, he's still a half wit.

Poorly chosen quote aside, it's time to return to what is passing for a story in our book. We've bumped up a few years to May 25th, 2112, and we're at the headquarters for the CIA Office of Strategic Intelligence. A couple of people are looking at a hologram of a castle (probably the crappy CGI one from the book's cover) and one says they should, "nuke the place right now", but they're told off because the president wants to exhaust all other options first. Heaven forbid they provoke a general nuclear exchange. In lieu of a large wetwork team, it's implied they'll send in one or a hand full of guys. No points for whoever guesses that Hamilton the appointed hero will be involved.

Speaking of castles and poorly conceived foreshadowing, we join Petra back at her idyllic castle brothel home in Germany, where chain link fencing, walls and cameras are being installed alongside a garrison of janissaries. Like I said: Poorly conceived foreshadowing. Then again, I suppose the book cover already gave away the later meeting between our main characters.

Since we can't stay in any one place for too long in this textual atrocity, we're taken to the 9th of June in occupied Quebec, where the American forces have replaced French place names, excluded French from schools and where speaking French in your own home would result in, "knocks on the door and arrests in the night." We're told that, "Habeas corpus did not apply to imperial provinces", and I'm not entirely sure Kratman actually sees this treatment of Canada is entirely negative. Hamilton is being interviewed by one of the CIA OSI spooks from earlier in the chapter (Caruthers, who might as well be a stick figure), where the former describes his time in Canada as being, "a waste of a year of my life . . . Those people weren't rebels; they were poseurs, Marxist idiots caught up in the drivel of a century ago." We're also told that Hamilton got sweet on a, "rebel" that later got sent to a re-education camp, but it's all good because, "she's young enough that re-education just might take." I'm sure that, "re-education" consists of electric cattle prods like junta era Argentina, but, again, I'm also not sure Kratman would've thought too negatively of the junta given that they shared similar views of, "Marxist idiots".

In the distant future of the 17th of June and back in our castle, we join Petra in the middle of servicing a customer or some kind of training with her teacher, Ling. Given how poorly Kratman composed these sections and how they're constantly interrupted by historical character references like Family Guy and its bad cutaway gags, it is legitimately hard telling what's actually supposed to be going on. Here's a tame selection of what's being written, though:

>"Before her thirteenth birthday, Petra was a past master in the use of her mouth.
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>From there, Ling had moved on to more advanced courses. Always she was careful though, selecting, for example, very small men to open and stretch Petra's anus until she could handle larger."

This is starting to read like a game of FATAL, more than a coherent story. And like FATAL, it somehow gets worse. When Petra has the audacity to complain about her line of work, Ling takes Petra to the dungeon basement where they see the following:

>"There, blank faced women sat staring at walls. Others sucked frantically on men. Still others rode customers with seeming wanton abandon. Those last two categories were as blank-faced as the first."
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>"These are women who complained," Ling explained. "Women who complained once too often."
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>"What happened to them?" a horrified Petra had asked.
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>Ling had unconsciously rubbed the crown of her own head, above the hairline. "Oh . . . they were sent to doctors and little things were implanted in their brains. Some other things, parts of their brains, were removed. All their fucking and sucking is controlled by a computer brought from China that sits in the lowest levels of the castle. So far as I know, they feel nothing. So far as I know, they aren't even there. Maybe if the computer didn't make them eat they'd starve to death. But what if they are still there?"

That's right, people: Sex Servitors. I suppose that, since they don't have self driving electric cars, it's only fair they also don't have fembots. Either way, I'm sure the only people who would frequent these auto-brothels would be incels or something.

I'll also mention that the following description is also really tame compared to the rest of Petra's point of view scene. It actually ends with some rather graphic intercourse (which I will spare you. I'll again note that Petra is still a young girl.