The world is going to end; soon or sooner. One man is the key to it all.
The Genghis Khan Project
Back in 1968, The Agency realized something very drastic and desperate had to be done to save mankind from itself. While other agencies and governments throughout the world refused to see into the disasterous future, the very same future we face today, The Agency realized the only chance of survival rested on the formation and success of The Genghis Khan Project, which all depended on the sexual prowess of one young man. Not just any young man, but what turned out to be the World's Smartest man; ever. A man who became not only the foundation of The Project but, fundamentally, The Agency itself; with the type of unmatched and unchallenged power that could not only control and shape countries and continents, but life itself. The fate of mankind will be decided by just one man, and this one man alone. Brian Taylor has the fate and destiny of us all under his control and very existence.
So thought-provking and so very relevent to today that this is one novel every reader will find leaves them reassessing their impact on not just the planet, but the very survival of man. Do any of us dare not to learn all we can about our destiny? If you had the power to change things, what would you do? What could you do?
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Excerpt
What you’re about to read’s fucking true enough. But, really, is there any fucking point in me trying to tell you dipshits it’s the truth, and nothing but the whole truth—except where I lied a bit to make me come across a little better than I really am? (That’s what history’s all about, isn’t it?—the victors always writing the...uh-hum...facts for the record.) ‘Cos the thing is, you’re just not gonna believe a lot of the stuff you’re gonna read in this book; even if the shit is the honest-to-goodness. And I should know, because it’s my story and, sorry to say, for some of you—well, actually, almost all of you dodos—it’s your destiny.
But you still gotta remember this is a story, an account, a sage, if you wish. In other words, I’m giving you the scoop, the dope, the shit on how the fuck it all went down. And, of course, how it is gonna go down. How, well, you’re gonna go down—most of you, anyway. And down meaning the six foot under kinda goin’ down. And, of course, if you’re not all total brainless cunts, what you really wanna know is why. That’ll be in here, too. The why. Even if it should be obvious.
(Sorry! Shoulda said most of you and not all so you assholes don’t get too bummed right at the start of this book. And, ya, I swear a helluva lot. Sign of intelligence, y’know. Research proved it and all that bullshit. Big universities with super egghead researchers and all. Mind, there are a lotta dumb shits that swear and use obscenity, too. But they’re just whatcha’d call idiot swearvants. They’re like idiot savants that turn out to be really smart at one thing, like doing math in their heads, but are totally useless at other stuff. So the swearvants are really good at swearing even though they’re total fucking idiots otherwise.
I’m not one of them. I just swear a lot. Didn’t used to, but who gives a shit? It’s who I am and, like it or not, I’m writing this fucking book, not you. But then I’m not actually writing this book. I’m sorta dictating it, talking to a computer. Real smart computer software system that takes down exactly what I say. And that’s cool, because writing isn’t my deal. The reason’s something you’ll figure out if you read more’f this book. Well, you should be able to figure it out unless you’re a total drongo.
But hey! who knows, maybe some fuckhead editor or cocksucking publisher’ll delete the execrations before you even get to read this story.)
But like I was trying to tell you twats, it’s actually kinda brutal, in a cruel, pitiless you-brought-it-on-yourself-you-dumb-shits kinda way. Y’know what I mean! You fucked up and now it’s coming back to do a shitload more than just bite you on the fuckin’ ass. You’re really screwed blue and tattooed.
And that’s the painful truth of it all. So don’t expect a lot of flowery descriptive and lengthy depictions of how pretty things looked in the midmorning sun as the flowers opened—I’m not gonna waste time with that kind of fucking wordsmithery. Well, not a lot of it anyway. Because it’s the story that’s important. And it is harsh. How things come about and why you’re all so fucked.
Understand?
Hopefully you do. This whole thing’s all about trying to get you dickheads to understand. That’s probably why I’m sorta talking down to you—so you can understand with your narrow-minded primitive gray matter. I mean, shit! I don’t normally talk this way. Well, ya, some of it I do, but most of this is just so you muthafucking lamebrains can understand. Or realize I’m not that much different than you.
Well, ya, actually I am.
A whole lot different. A fuckload different!
But what else can I tell ya? Other than there’s gonna be a few elements that don’t always fit perfectly into place. A few square holes in round pegs here and there kinda things. Because a lotta stories and truths are like that. Right? Well, the fucking good ones are at any rate. And this is a good story. A really good one. The kind all you pud-whacks have to read. Seriously. You need to read it.
Even if parts might suck. For you anyway. Bit for me, too, actually. But that’s life, isn’t it? Least ways so I’ve found. And like it or not, life has a lot of shit in it you might not want to believe. Or like. Or have sleeping in the same bed with ya. And this story is all because you cunts’ve just kept on putting your heads in the sand like the proverbial ostrich, and you never saw the obvious, not even once. And you’re the type of tards that the only fucking time you’re gonna see it, is when it’s too fuckin’ late.
Guess what, you knuckle draggers, it’s already too late. It’s point-of-no-return and boo-hoo-feel-sorry-for-yourselves time.
But hey! don’t feel too bad, ‘cos you’re not alone. It’s not all your fault. A shitload of people choose not to see. The stupider ones, that is. Which, by last count, came up to something like close to ninety-seven percent of the fucking human population on this planet.
Way to go, you retaardvarks!
And don’t go all asshole-pucker faced on me, you window lickers! I can say that and I can call you whatever...because I’m smart. Get it? I’m really fucking smart.
I mean REALLY—ya! it needs to be in fucking italics and damn-well-muthafucking capitalized and all that emphatic shit. I AM REALLY SMART!
And maybe that’s why I just don’t give a shit anymore. I used to, though. Cared about people and injustice and all that. I was what you’d call sensitive. Empathized and felt others’ pain. But not now. Maybe ‘cos I’m so much older. And even with all the testosterone they keep pumping into me, to stave off the eventual andropause (male menopause), I still start the waterworks over some silly sentimental shit on TV or in a movie...but not for you guys. No way! I just don’t give a shit. You fucks tore my heart out and turned me into a cynical skeptic that’d not only nail the door to the ark shut to keep you out, but I’d turn the taps on.
I shit you not!
But maybe I shouldn’t get into that because, well, it’s not really true. I’m not that bad.
Maybe you just better read about what happened. And what’s likely gonna happen. Well, no, not likely—I’m not gonna shit you there—it’s definitely gonna happen.
Professional Reviews
You Gotta Read This
A moving novel of desperation and hope that every person on this planet needs to read and take very serious. It's a brilliant look at us all. G. Vidal
The time is now
We all need to reevaluate, and this marvelous novel makes certain we have to do it now. R. Highgrove
A true Horror
I usually review horror novels, but tis was the most horrifying I've ever read. Well done. S. King
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