Mr. Ass lives with five females in sunny Phoenix – the Nordic Warrior Queen and her Sister Wife, the Arctic Wooly Übercat, ELE the Wonderdog, and a smart-ass gray bird. By day, he’s a software consultant (he charges lots of money for telling people which buttons to push on their computer keyboards). By night, he tells lies – lots of them – in hopes that if he tells the right ones, or enough of them, he might be able to quit his day job and buy a double-wide and a few trees somewhere in the mountains, a place where the tap water is cool and there aren’t so many scorpions. He’s been published in Bartleby Snopes, Every Day Fiction, Full of Crow, A Twist of Noir, and a few other places, and is working towards his next Pushcart nomination. He also makes a few bucks on the side, cobbling together boring articles for technical magazines (but don’t tell the IRS – taxes are evil). He writes to keep the flying monkeys away.
"Pacifism is objectively pro-fascist. This is elementary common sense. If you hamper the war effort of one side, you automatically help out that of the other. Nor is there any real way of remaining outside such a war as the present one. In practice, 'he that is not with me is against me.'""