PancreasOfficial Launch of "Though My Chains Be Forged"The day you've all been waiting for, without even knowing it, has finally arrived! Though My Chains Be Forged, the first full length novel by Joe B. Pangrazio, is finally officially available to the public in both print and one of those new fangled eBooks. For those of you that want to just cut to the chase and have that lovely brain spawn, fresh from Joe's mind and still covered in birth juices, without further adieu just head right on over to in order to secure your copy.

For those of you that require a bit more romancing, read on!

The first novel from Joe B. Pangrazio features a super powered terrorist set in a world just as crazy as the empowered self-identified "heroes" and "villains" that inhabit it. Read as the main character, Masochist, goes to extraordinary, and often ill conceived, lengths to achieve equality for those like him. Marvel along the way as he encounters things that even he finds mind boggling including, but not limited to: angels, immortal Nazis, living machines, robots, scientifically augmented ex-girlfriends, energy vampires and a shadow organization whose talons reach into every power structure in Europe. Whether his actions inspire you, disgust you, or do some mixture of both, just remember: good men are capable of great evil and evil men are capable of great good.

And for those you who would like to share your thoughts about the novel (once you're bought and read it, of course) feel free to go over the novel's official Facebook page (found here: ... 0333719968) and let me have it.

Of course, this book would never have been possible without the help and encouragement from two lovely people. I speak, of course, of the fantastic Mindy Doyle who provided me with the cover to this everlasting tome and the magnificent Chris Yambar who was so gracious as to provide me with an introduction. Without them, this book would have never been possible.

And of course, there's one last person who this book never would have been possible.


So come with me into the future ladies and gents. It's a bright and shiney place. And it's better there.

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PancreasOccupy AmericaNow, I can hear the objections to today's strip already. “Well, there are people in those corporations that can do those things.” Or, “well, the heads of those corporations can do those things.” Or, the one I expect the most, “I'm a corporation.”

No, you're not.

A corporation is an idea. That's it. An idea that is, at times, useful. For instance, if you have started a small business and sunk money into an establishment to try and make money, forming a corporation can protect your personal assets from some mishap. So in that instance, the idea of a corporation protects your home, your family and those things that are most important to you from being destroyed by some freak occurrence at your place of business.

That's not what I'm talking about.

What I am talking about are massive multi-national (or, perhaps, even national) corporations that exist beyond the scope of any individual's control. Corporations that have a board of directors, stockholders, or similar groups to answer to. A board of directors, stockholders, etc. who are so far removed from the consequences of their actions at the personal level that “downsizing” to keep profit growth at five percent doesn't register as 5,000 families losing their source of income. That don't realize that deciding to outsource to India, China, Mexico or other cheap labor source du jour means that 500 families will have to stress and scrape for years just to keep a house over their head, even possibly letting lapse such “frivolities” as heat and electricity.

Now, corporations are not some kind of self-aware intelligent idea. There are people in these corporations, real people who are making decisions every day that negatively affect their fellow citizens, their nations, their communities, and even, possibly, themselves.

So why do they do it?


Corporations suffer from mass hysteria.

A large group of people that, for reasons which make little sense to outsiders, make decisions which have a massive negative effect on the world around them. And if you don't think it's possible, clearly you have never heard of dancing mania.

And you should start to rectify that by going here:

So what does any of this mean?

It means I support the “Occupy Wall Street” movement. It means I support holding massive multi-national corporations who have no personal loyalty accountable for their actions via legislation and regulation (which we decide on by electing government officials and doing things like protesting).

And anyone that decries those things is suffering from a form of mass hysteria.

“Helen is living in her car, trying to feed her kids.
She got laid off at work, and her house was repossessed.
It's hard to think clearly when it's 38 degrees.
Desperate people have been known to render desperate deeds.
But when she shot that family and moved into their home,
The paper read she suffered from dementia.”
-NOFX 'The Irrationality of Rationality' from War on Errorism
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