Madness, Misers, and the Miserable Prospect of 4 more Years Under Trump

It’s been a dark week—marred by cynicism and maligned by the self-serving greed of a party that claims to be for the people. The Democratic Primaries are tightening, with Buttigieg, Klobuchar, and O’Rourke all dropping out of the race just ahead of the crucial ‘Super Tuesday’—when 14 states cast their votes in the primary race.

Not only did this move clear the field, but also saw each of them endorse candidate Joe Biden, former Obama VP, and a veritable bag of bones who makes beige seem compelling. The choice is most often defended as an electability claim, which seems surprising in regards to a candidate with a pathetically dismal turnout prior to Tuesday—especially given his association with one of the most popular political figures of this generation in President Obama.

Endorsements mean more than they should though—that is to say, more than nothing—and Biden won big on Super Tuesday, landing him in the top spot, with 627 delegates to second place Sanders’ 551 at the time of this writing. The next closest competitor, Warren, held only 64 before dropping out on the 5th of March.

Following Super Tuesday, Scrooge McDuck imitator Bloomberg called it quits on his self-financed bid to buy the coveted spot as leader of the USA, also taking the opportunity to throw his support behind Biden.

This Biden love and the endless claims of electability may seem surprising, given that after the first three primary contests—prior to these endorsements—Biden held a measly 15 delegates to Sanders’ 45.

In truth, arguments that Sanders is not sufficiently ‘electable’ come down to one thing—the old Red scare. Fear of the second half of Sanders bandied ‘Democratic Socialism’ still has many below the Mason-Dixon line soiling their overalls; there’s no denying this fact. But Democratic Socialism is a far stretch from the Communism of old, as we have explored in past articles ‘On Bernie Sanders and Changing Economic Systems’, and ‘What is Democratic Socialism?’.

Still, Sanders and his solutions have become increasingly palatable to the citizens of America since 2016—and even then may have been the far superior choice over Clinton, as explored in the article, ‘Has Bernie Sanders Been Casting Pearls Before Swine?’.

No, it’s a fool who thinks this sudden surge of Biden love from the DNC is motivated by concerns of electability. They’d have learned that lesson last election. Biden is every bit the war-hawk, establishment crony that Clinton was, with less personality than tofu, and an obviously declining mental acuity. He’s a lame-duck candidate who’s already lost two presidential bids. He’s Hillary-light, and lacks even the potential marketability of ovaries. If he gets the nod and does even half as well as she did, it will give credence to nothing beyond the claims that Hillary’s failure to defeat Trump was due largely to America’s discomfort with having a woman at the helm. Either option is a dismal prospect.

No, these endorsements are about something else. No one in the arguably accomplished position of these 4 would be dense enough to tempt fate a second time with a weaker candidate. Trump is many things, and few of them have any proximity to even the most moderately positive traits. But he does have charisma, and he does inspire passion in his fanbase. If he faced Biden on the debate stage, he would devour the old fool—publicly masticating him to the slathering cheers of his ardent supporters.

It would be a god damn massacre.

So why take such a foolish gambit? Clearly, this is an age of extremes. An age of passionate adherence to alternatives, when both left and right seek to sunder themselves from the status quo of the establishment and take back control of their democracy. Trump has given the right that to a tee, and the fervent joy he’s inspired in his loyalists renders them blind to the turmoil he leaves in his wake.

Bernie is the only answer remaining to the left. He is a radical, and he has answers to counter any point of Trumps. Bernie has a plan, he has passion, he has charisma, and he puts people before self-interest. With full acknowledgement of this writer’s bias and personal political leanings, Bernie stands as the best option to help America move into a more progressive and egalitarian future than they’ve ever seen.

Sadly, these endorsements aren’t about any of that. Electability be damned. People, progressives, and democracy itself be damned. These are not progressives, and they barely befit the term democrat, save for the sad reality that the past decade has revealed this to be the very core of the DNC—to protect their own wealth. To live the status quo or die in its defense. That’s just what they are willing to do. For the DNC to repeat the mistakes of 2016 would be the nail in the coffin of their own slow suicide. It would almost certainly mean another 4 years of Trump, which to them would perhaps be the preferable choice over paying slightly more taxes so their constituents could live the ‘high-life’ of accessing the luxuries of health-care and affordable education.

So, the road ahead is a dreary affair, but not hopeless. One of the most interesting factors remaining to be seen is who former candidate Elizabeth Warren will endorse. Will she stick with her progressive aspirations, and join Sanders to create a potentially formidable alliance, or will she go the way of apathetic self-service as the rest have done?

The flow of time is the inevitability of progress. To deny the tides is to be washed away beneath them, and left like the statue of Ozymandias for history to forget.

The people will have their day. The old ways have died, and progress will not be halted forever. In these treacherous times, change is only going one of two ways: Bernie’s, or Trump’s.

The days of the establishment’s status quo are gone. In the past week, they have shown this more than any election ever could.

-Brad OH Inc.

Exciting News from Brad OH Inc.

Today, I’m happy to share several exciting bits of news. First off, the long-anticipated debut of ‘The Gentleman Juggalo’ Podcast is finally here! The first episode is now live, and subsequent episodes should be arriving every second week.

In ‘The Gentleman Juggalo’, a long time, down for life Juggalo named Brad (that’s me) guides his amateur friend Bo through the mysterious world of the Insane Clown Posse and their Dark Carnival.
With breakdowns of lyrics, backstories, and personal insights, together they explore the band’s evolution. But is Bo ready to get serious about ICP?

Click here to check it out. 

That’s not all. This month, I’ve been working on several short stories, which are now done and submitted to a range of magazines and competitions—so look forward to more news about them in the near future.

Now, I’m getting back to working on my current novels—it’s always great to write something new, but returning to the novels is also a real treat.

Finally, today I’ll leave you with an awesome new review for ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, shared on Goodreads by our friend from Stranger Tales, ‘Ninja’ Nate Andren!

This slim, beautifully designed novel is anything but a light and fluffy page turning beach read. And thank heaven. Rather, like a fine liquor I’ve savored this deep character study over time, taking Edgar with me both in book form and as poignant allegory.
An apt comparison to Scrooge’s ghostly dream has been made, though Edgar’s journey begins far after any chance to change the shadows shown him. No, this devilishly clever tale by Edmonton’s own Brad OH leads the reader on a booze-fueled cigarette countdown to the inevitable empty pack. Good intentions may lead nowhere nice, but lack of awareness deeper than the surface illusion of self is a truly hellish hall of mirrors. It is precisely the author’s deeper awareness that underpins this deceptively hedonistic decent into the void.
Smoke ’em if ya got ’em, but know that time is a cruel mistress. Pick up a copy today, and the next time you indulge please remember to pour one out for our dead homie, Edgar.
[Other highly entertaining and highly recommended creative endeavors featuring Brad OH include podcasts Tell Me A Story, and The Gentleman Juggalo]

-Brad OH Inc.

The Gentleman Juggalo… Podcast

On Friday, Jan. 31st, Scott and I released the final Episode of ‘Tell Me a Story with Bo and the Juggalo’. This episode featured a great discussion of the game which aptly calls itself the “end to boredom”, ‘Morton’s List’.

Coming sooner than you think…

While this was a great closer to one fun project, I’m happy to share that like the old saying goes, every ending is also a beginning. Starting on Wednesday, Feb. 19th, we’ll be releasing the first episode of ‘The Gentleman Juggalo Podcast’. Stay tuned for more information coming soon.

 

-Brad OH Inc.

Lubricant

Under the Green Desk Lamp…

Green DesklampOn morning’s dawn the cock does crow,
I fetch my glass and this I know,
A splash of whiskey brings a glow,
As I sit down to ponder.

I spin my pen and try to think,
But grand ambitions start to shrink,
I’d better have another drink,
My mind’s begun to wander.

A clearer head and I set sail,
Over the page I plot my tale,
I think I’ll fix one more cocktail,
Before I lean in to write.

Now one more has turned to three,
And look at what they’ve done for me,
The words are coming all so free,
I’ve finally found my rhythm.

I work until the lights go out,
The pages full do sooth all doubt,
One more time let’s raise a shout,
To the noble cocktail.

-Brad OH Inc.

New Year, New(ish) Plans

Well, 2020 is upon us, and I’m told there is a joke to be made about hindsight. But here at Brad OH Inc., looking back is not the modus operandi—I only look forward. I look forward to what’s to come, new projects, new approaches, and more than anything, I look forward to rocking your socks with a whole new year of words, witticisms, and more than likely a few wastes of time.

This year, I’m changing things up, and doing this blog a little bit differently.  As suggested in the final post from last year, I’ll be moving away from the weekly post format in favor of priority-based posting. What that means—to be clear—is that I’ll be posting when I have something I’m certain is worth sharing. I don’t want to create for creation’s sake. After all, that’s the approach of an egotistical and dogmatic God, and to claim such a role would be far from the humility I strive for.

I’ll post when the inspiration strikes, which I certainly hope will be often enough. In the meantime, have no fear, for there is no shortage of projects in the works, and I’ll keep you all updated on all of them. Just this month, I have three different short stories I’m working on finishing up and submitting to various contests and publications.

On top of that, work continues on two separate novels, as well as the previously mentioned Gentleman Juggalo podcast.

So far, it’s shaping up to be a pretty exciting year, and there are some other plans I hope to share with you all soon. As always, if there’s anything you’d like covered here on Bad OH Inc., or if you have any questions, please feel free to reach me in the comments, or to contact me directly by clicking here.

Your Friends,

Brad OH Inc.

‘Tis the Season…

I heard a quote recently, ‘We’re all just walking each other home.’

The original quote is by Ram Dass, but that’s irrelevant to this writing. The quote might be as well, except to say that it’s suddenly among my favourites.

The holiday season is upon us once again, and that means something different to everyone reading this. Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukah, or myriad others. Family, joy, connection, isolation, pain. Maybe nothing at all.

There’s a good deal of variety to the season, and that’s to say nothing of the New Year.

Once upon a time, I used to write an essay every New Year. It seemed like a great way to reflect on what I’d accomplished, what I’d loved, what I’d lost, and what I’d yet to learn. I think I hoped that by putting it all down on paper, some great revelation might come down to me from on high and steer me towards some bold new course.

That never happened.

Still, I remain rather fond of the year’s end…or beginning—however you choose to see things. I’d say it’s a sort of glass half-empty or glass half-full kind of thing, but I don’t really think it’s that complicated. Neither is the whole glass idea for that matter. Only if you treat it as such.

What matters, of course, is what’s in the glass. This season, I hope you all have something to fill your cups and warm your guts.

I think the more important thing is the quote above…which is—like any worthwhile idea—about life and death. The terrible truth is that none of us are getting out of this alive. Life isn’t about surviving, it’s just about getting back to the void from whence we came in the most entertaining and enjoyable way possible, and I think that a big part of that comes down to who we’re walking with.

So, as you go along your holiday season, pay attention to those beside you. They’re the only reason for it to matter, after all.

It’s been a while since I’ve written like this. It’s been nice. I have a whiskey beside me, and the pounding of the keyboard is driving out the third playthrough of the album I’ve had on repeat since I first started this dance a couple of hours and several projects ago.

I’ve found a groove.

Writing is about speaking truth, and if you can’t do that, then you have no business writing in the first place. Sure, it requires patience, practice, and just a touch of pugnacity, but without some essential truth to tell, none of that is worth jack shit. Writing is about capturing what you can’t avoid saying, not about forcing yourself to say anything. It’s revelation, not repetition.

That’s it. That’s all I have to say. Now, I’m going away to walk beside those whose company I cherish, if they’ll have me.

I’ll be gone for a bit, and with any luck return to you my dear readers around January 12th. That said, I may be re-visiting the weekly format in favour of publishing whenever the hell I choose. It seems more proper at any rate.

I’m writing another book, and that takes up a good deal of my time and attention.

I don’t make resolutions anymore, so I won’t leave you with any. No false promises, no hollow claims, no empty braggadocio. I’ll be back when I can. Look out for me, especially at unlikely times.

Wait till you see what’s next…

Happy Holidays you filthy animals,

-Brad OH Inc.

Edgar’s Worst Sunday Review

Today, we have a great new review of Edgar’s Worst Sunday to share. This comes from our friend Ellen Michelle, who you can visit right here.

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-Brad OH Inc.

Ellen Michelle’s Review of Edgar’s Worst Sunday:

This book offers an interesting take on the afterlife and what it would really be like if Heaven was simply our greatest fantasy.
I struggled with the rating on this book (why can’t I do half-stars?!) but ultimately decided that although some solid editing would have taken this book to the next level, the author was trying something unique and I have to give credit for a well done effort.
The main character, Edgar Vincent (don’t call him Vincent!), is inherently unlikeable, which makes us wonder how he was accepted into Heaven in the first place. He gives off the vibe of being an unreliable narrator, but really he tells the truth the whole time—the truth just might not be what you want to hear. If you don’t mind reading about a character that isn’t likeable, this is a good choice! Edgar is well developed and has a nice arc that shows that he starts to understand what he did wrong in life, and what he might do if he were given another chance. Does he follow through on this though? Only time can tell.
The side characters—mostly Edgar’s best friends from life—are a bit repetitive and do little to add to the story themselves aside from giving Edgar flashback stories to tell. Each has their own distinct function and characteristics, but ultimately they were all just drinking buddies with Edgar.
It’s really Edgar’s story, and I think the nature of how the side characters are treated add to Edgar’s characterization. You can see that Edgar is selfish and narcissistic, so it makes sense that a story being told from his point of view wouldn’t focus on how wonderful his best friends are. Rather, he tries to show how he is better than them. A good narrative device to use—this could have been made better by some solid editing, but I see what they’re going for and it works well with who Edgar is as a character.
This is definitely not your typical afterlife story, and religion plays only a very small part in it, but it is definitely an intriguing look at what happens when our wildest fantasies are presented to us in what appears to be the afterlife.
In most regards, it does not seem like it could possibly be Edgar’s WORST Sunday, but it is definitely a very long Sunday filled with various mishaps and a lot of drinking—trust me, don’t play a drink-for-drink game with this book, it won’t end well.

Coming Soon… The Gentleman Juggalo Podcast!

What’s up ninjas,

It’s been a minute since we’ve posted anything under our ‘Gentleman Juggalo’ category, but have no fear! We here at Brad OH Inc. will never forget the Juggalo family, and we have some exciting things coming your way soon.

Some of you may have noticed that my former podcast, ‘Tell Me a Story- With Bo and the Juggalo’ has wrapped up, but I’m happy to announce that it’s only stepped out of the way for something bigger and far more fresh.

That’s right, coming soon you can hear The Gentleman Juggalo Podcast. We’ll explore the early years of ICP, and try to get in depth with some of their career moves, artistic choices, and underlying meanings as I take a non-Juggalo newbie (Bo) through the mysterious world of the Dark Carnival!

Do you have any specific requests? Things you’ve always wondered, or ideas you’d like another opinion on? Is there a particular song you think Bo should listen to—strapped down Clockwork Orange style? Let us know in the comments below, or by clicking here.

Until then, stay tuned to Brad OH Inc. for more news on when you can hear new episodes of The Gentleman Juggalo Podcast!

Whoop Whoop,

-Brad OH Inc.

‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’ Selected for Inclusion in the Capital City Press Collection

Today, I’m thrilled to announce that Edgar’s Worst Sunday has been selected for inclusion in the Capital City Press Collection!

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The Edmonton Public Library is committed to supporting and promoting the work of local writers. The Capital City Press Collection, housed at the new Stanley A. Milner Library, celebrates and showcases books written by authors residing in the Greater Edmonton Area, as well as members of the Alexander First Nations, the Enoch Cree First Nations, and the Paul First Nations.

The collection will be unveiled on February 14th, 2020 at the opening of the new Stanley A. Milner Library. I’ll provide more information as it becomes available.

-Brad OH Inc.

Edgar’s Worst Sunday Celebrating 1 Year of Publication!

With the Halloween season behind us for another year, we here at Brad OH Inc. took the time to sit back, relax, and realize that October—and Halloween in particular—is not only the best holiday of the year, it’s also the 1-year publication anniversary of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’!

It’s been a super exciting year for me, and I want to thank everyone who’s picked up a copy of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, left reviews, come out to events, or shown support in a million other ways. It truly means the world to me!

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In life, Edgar Vincent always maintained one great passion—himself. A semi-successful composer, his rock star lifestyle suited him well, and his narcissistic outlook ensured he was a man with few concerns. Callous comments, thoughtless promiscuity, binge drinking, and excess sufficient to shame Caligula were standard Saturday night fare.

 Sundays for Edgar had always been a painful haze of sickness and regret.

So when Edgar finds himself in the cloudy planes of the afterlife on one particularly bleak Sunday morning, he determines that in order to find peace, he must put aside his ever-present hangover and try to figure out how he got to this point…and where he’s meant to be going now. But as Edgar makes his way through this surreal spiritual realm, he realizes that facing his death is hardly as difficult as facing himself.

 Heaven, however, presents Edgar with an unending smorgasbord of hedonistic delights, so he’s in no particular hurry to change his self-serving ways. After all, considering he’s already dead, what more could he possibly stand to lose?

If you haven’t managed to pick up your copy of ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’ yet, there are as many places as ever to do so.

Order online at:

Or you can find physical copies in the Edmonton area at:

Finally, if you’ve read the book and haven’t had a chance to leave a review yet, it really is one of the most helpful things you can do to support an author.

You can leave your reviews at:

Thanks again to everyone who’s read, reviewed, or even just visited this blog. It’s people like you that make words worth sharing.

With love,

-Brad OH Inc.