The recent election had a side effect I’ll bet not too many of you saw coming:
Jeff Bezos can kiss my ass.
For those unaware – primarily low information Trump voters,
I imagine – Bezos is the founder and owner of amazon.com and one of the two
richest people in the world. (The other is Elon Musk, which should give you an
idea what kind of high-quality individuals we’re talking about.)
Bezos also owns the Washington Post newspaper. Two
weeks before the election, he decided the Post would not endorse a
candidate for president. In a remarkably self-serving opinion piece, Bezos
defended his action by stating he was returning the Post to the policy
it observed until 1976. He argued it would imbue the paper with an aura of
objectivity.
This is bullshit. Prima facie evidence to follow.
Bezos also owns Blue Origin, the company chosen by NASA to
build the rockets that will return the United States to the moon. He is
paranoid Trump will cancel the contract and give it to Dancing Elon (anagram:
LONE SKUM), thus costing Bezos billions of dollars.
Let me rephrase: it will prevent Bezos from collecting
billions of dollars.
Well, then, he can’t have any more of mine.
The Beloved Spouse™ and I are finding other sources for
products we subscribe to on Amazon; we will not renew our Prime subscription.
You can’t cancel those, so we’re locked in until August 2025. In the interim we
will only use the services Prime provides for no additional charge, such as
Free on Prime programming and the occasional sporting event. We will use Amazon
as a shopping and information source for products we’ll buy elsewhere, even if
it costs us more.
The reader in me has a more personal interest. The Kindle
app of my iPad is more accommodating to my vision issues than most books; I’ll
need to find another e-reader app and place to shop. (Suggestions welcome in
the comments.)
My inner writer has a deeper dilemma.
I have long set aside my misgivings about Amazon, especially
relative to physical bookstores, because brick-and-mortar stores don’t stock my
books and are damn near impossible to book events into anymore. Bezos’s craven
suck-up to Trump has severed that bond and I am removing from Amazon all the
books under my control.
Where will I sell them? Nowhere. Anyone who wants one will
be able to download it for free from my web site. Please stand by while the
logistics are worked out. I hope to have physical copies through a POD source
to sell at conferences, but that is also a work in progress.
I’ll still post notices here when books are available, as
well as occasional reminders for the entire oeuvre. The books won’t be any
harder to get to than they are now. You’ll just go to a different web site and
it won’t cost you any money. If people are interested, I’ll see about working
out a way print copies can be ordered from me directly, but that’s down the
road and only if people ask for the service.
I hope this doesn’t inconvenience my dozens of readers; I’ll
do all I can to see that it does not. The first book to go up will be next
Friday’s release of Dead Shot: The Memoir of Walter Ferguson, Soldier,
Marshal, Bootlegger. Once we get those logistics worked out, I expect to
have everything moved over sometime in December.
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