“I’m not straight, and I’m not gay. I’m not bisexual. I want out of the labels. I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that’s not on the map. A real adventure.” ~ Chuck Palahniuk [He’s actually gay, says The Advocate]
Critical Race Theory, Gender Theory, and Queer Theory are corrupting our children. Pornographic books are filling up libraries and book lists in numerous states. Marxist atheists have infiltrated Red States.
They get away with it by claiming it has literary value.
He mentioned Chuck Palahniuk’s book, Survivor. It follows a man in a death cult, and it’s basically a dark, nihilistic, very anti-capitalist book. A Marxist reviewing it loved it, but others said it was boring. I based my comments on reviews. Reading it seemed like a waste of my time.
Parents don’t know what is going on.
The Advocate, a gay press, wrote a story about him, and, to say the least, his upbringing was twisted. This is an excerpt in relation to this book:
He recounts with relish the dozens of people who have fainted at his performances of “Guts,” a short story from his collection Haunted that involves masturbation, a pool intake vent, and a prolapsed colon. “It’s great when that happens,” he says. “There’s death, resurrection, and then afterward people experience euphoria.” A friend of mine recalls standing in line for a reading, and Palahniuk snuck in behind, eavesdropped, then said in his ear, “Have you ever had a prostitute hold your tongue and jab you in the chest with a knife?” (“It was sick!” my friend said with a smile, clearly having gotten what he came for.) For the upcoming Snuff book tour, Palahniuk has signed over 1,000 blowup sex dolls that he will toss into the audience “to give people a chance to scream and yell and hyperventilate blowing them up.”
He writes about suicide and perversion a lot.
Snuff is about nothing but people — 600 of them. Porn star Cassie Wright wants to break the world record for “serial fornication” in a film called World Whore Three, but Palahniuk has cunningly placed her (and the sex itself) primarily offstage. The book is essentially the stories of three men waiting their turn. Mr. 72, a young Midwesterner who carries a bouquet of wilting flowers, believes he is Cassie’s long-lost son.
And Mr. 600 is an aging porn star who brought Cassie into the business but is so far gone he can’t even recognize himself on the closed-circuit televisions playing Cassie’s hits. Mr. 137, the most complicated of the three, is a gay television star who participated in his own all-male gang bang, and the revelation ended his career. By popping Viagra, he’s hoping to burnish his reputation — and recast his orientation — especially since he thinks Cassie will die while making the film.
If a public library wants to put his books on shelves, they should put them in a porn section and have an age requirement. Schools should not carry books like this. Anyone could write this garbage, and people would read it: it’s lurid, sensational, and weird. Making it accessible to children during formative years is indoctrination.