You think I’m kidding, don’t you, about psycho killer Pug Mahoney alive and unwell and running amok among us?

Corbett finally lost it, right?

Growing my hair and beard longer than a Viking berserker, unleashing my warped writer’s brain and announcing that the most unhinged character from my most recent published release, Paddy’s Day in Trump Town Revisited, has escaped from a maximum security prison and is on the loose somewhere in Northeastern Pennsylvania.

You think I’m kidding about Pug growing increasingly manic because more people are not reading my novel that Pug calls his book.

Remember, Corbett, Pug once warned.

“Without me you wouldn’t even have a book.”

I’m not kidding.

What you also don’t want to think about is how this severely damaged young man reflects society’s weaknesses. We helped create and enable him. Pug Mahoney is us. Just look in the mirror. See the anxiety, the hidden psychosis, fear and desperate desire to be somebody, to matter. One way or the other we all carry Pug’s cross. And the only way to find peace of mind is to face ourselves. That means facing Pug, too, for better or worse.

So once again I’m inviting you to read Paddy’s Day in Trump Town Revisited, a disturbing trip down a dark alley on a bad night in a rough town. Go to my website theoutlawcorbett.com and for a special sale price of 10 dollars order a personally signed collector’s item, the best contemporary novel ever written about Donald Trump.

America’s madman president won election twice and believes he will ascend into heaven to serve a third term, this one for eternity. Trump expects to take us with him. Love Trump or hate Trump, you should see yourself in my novel’s pages. This book is for and about us all. There’s nothing better to help cure our sickness than a hair of the Trump that bit us.

If we’re not careful, though, wild man Pug Mahoney will tear our minds right out of our heads. You don’t want that lunacy on your conscience, now do you?