The same individual who defamed me is now making Conrad thewinewankers’ life miserable. Personality disorders can be so bothersome.
Many thanks to Opinionated Man for allowing me to talk about my book at his HarsH ReaLiTy blog.
mommyx4boys decries our society’s very negative view of men.
Dr. Martin Luther King jr Serial killer, Ted Bundy
I want to talk about something that is very important to me, i want to talk about how society is developing a very negative attitude towards men. This is something that needs to be addressed and stopped. I know that there are men who have done terrible things in this world, but there are many more men who have done extraordinary and wonderful things, and to put all men in the same category simply because they are male is preposterous. If all men are the same because they are male then it stands to reason that all women must be the same because they are female. So i ask you are all women the same as Andrea Yates, the woman who drowned her five children in her bathtub in 2001? Are all women the same as Casey Anthony, the woman who…
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
NIGHTMARE FOR LIBERALS, BOOK HAS READERS RAVING
New Author Exposes Government’s Hidden CAS Agenda in The Mirror
[Ottawa, ON – 25 May 2014] – When Michael McConaughey—not his real name—contacted a Children’s Aid Society (CAS) in 2008 about his estranged wife’s abuse of their children, he thought they would be protected. Instead, Society workers helped his wife alienate them, got him court-ordered from his own home by a feminist judge, and had a de facto no-access order placed against him, all without trial. What he discovered led to what he maintains was a government cover up. In his new book The Mirror, Book One: Welcome to the Evil Sisterhood, McConaughey exposes everything.
McConaughey was astonished to learn that feminists had rigged the mandatory Child Protection Standards in Ontario so that a mother not automatically “winning” child custody and child support payments now perversely constitutes child abuse, especially if she is a child abuser. His analysis reveals that this systemic practice is irrefutably criminal, which is why he believes it had to be covered up. McConaughey also noticed the same essential narcissistic personality traits in the feminist social workers, lawyers, and judge that an expert psychiatrist identified in McConaughey’s former wife of 19 years. In the midst of an election campaign, this is the nightmare scandal that may come back to haunt Ontario’s Liberals.
“I spent the past weekend with your book. It is excellent: your patient and blow-by-blow recounting of the hell you endured makes for a very gripping reading experience.”
– Professor Janice Fiamengo, University of Ottawa
The Mirror, Book One: Welcome to the Evil Sisterhood is available to order from FriesenPress.com/bookstore, Amazon and most major book retailers. The ebook edition is available for download through Amazon’s Kindle, iTunes Bookstore, Google Play, and Chapters and Indigo’s Kobo.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Michael M. McConaughey is a soon-to-retire, 3rd generation Royal Canadian Air Force navigator with over three decades of service. He is a Member of the Order of Military Merit and a father of three.
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My author interview about The Mirror with the wonderful KG. New reader MaggieMay downloaded the e-book as a result, and says she can’t put it down. (Sounds familiar?)
When I joined WordPress, I didn’t expect to make friends, much less become a test reader for a non-fiction work of a fellow blogger, author and friend. Life is full of surprises, isn’t it? And to add more to it, here is something I didn’t envision myself doing it ever in my life: conducting an interview 🙂 I literally shy away from it, even when forced to do it in my official environment. But the interview that you are going to read has been an absolute pleasure to do, because of the person involved. Without further ado, let me welcome my guest of honor, Mr. Michael M. McConaughey, known popularly in the blogging world as Mr. Navigator.
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Alana Munro is a published author who is an exemplar when it comes to supporting fellow authors. I am honoured that The Mirror is a Featured Book at her blog. If you’ve read The Mirror, please stop by Alana’s place and leave your impression of the book.
WARNING! THIS POST CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE
Those who’ve followed this blog and especially those who have read my book (pre-release) will know that I am a most serious fellow who both never jokes and is somewhat adept at identifying abstract patterns. Often this works to my advantage.
Other times, it doesn’t.
It appears as if I am afflicted with a certain cognitive asymmetry. This is a very clever way of saying that I can be very not clever in certain regards, haut cuisine being one of the better examples. Indeed, The Nameless One, who is so named as she must not be named, once looked on in astonished horror as I attempted to make a delicious meal in which I mixed canned tuna and canned baked beans. At least, it was supposed to be a delicious meal, in the same spirit as the two people who bumped into one another and mixed chocolate with peanut butter. It proved to be a serendipitously delicious and accidental culinary discovery, or at least it was in the 1970’s commercials.
How was I to know baked beans and tuna would taste like crap and turn my guts into knots for an entire day? Tuna comes in cans. Baked beans come in cans. There was a pattern there; I just bloody knew it. Not all patterns are good ones, I suppose.
This morning, The Nameless One left me with idiot-proof instructions regarding a delicious and healthy meal that was to be made with the F@#!ing Vitamix superblender. This blender is so powerful that some 3rd world nations use it for tire recycling. With this monstrosity of unrestrained kitchen torque as my mystic culinary temple, and much like the mystic Egyptian Book of the Dead, The Nameless One left me her cryptic and timeless message on the kitchen blackboard: beets; carrots; dates; coconut; almonds. There. The mystery of the universe, solved. Whatever the bloody hell could ever go wrong with just five ingredients?
The first thing that a man must do–and when mustn’t a man do what a man must do?–when confronted with such a righteous quest is to pull out Excaliber or some other holy and +3 magic sword. Not having one lying around, I whipped out the next best thing: the 10″ Shun Classic chef’s knife / Bilbo Baggins’ special.
Having scrubbed and chopped both red AND orange beets, as two colours surely must be healthier than one, I then pondered the stupid coconut. The goal was to get the uber-fresh coconut milk from inside the coconut AND into the destroyer of vegetables that I so dearly love.
We couldn’t have canned coconut milk. No. That wouldn’t be cricket. So, having left my light sabre at the office and not wanting to provoke a 911 call for having attacked an unarmed coconut with a reciprocating saw, I decided to use our U.N. Human Rights Commission-Approved Guantanamo Bay Ethical Restraining Device, to keep the coconut from hurting itself while I punctured the bloody life out of it.
Well, wouldn’t you know it, the cognitive stress of solving the Mystery of the Sealed Coconut so taxed my poor asymmetric brain that I forgot all about the bloody dates. Might as well try to re-start the warp core without di-lithium crystals. Otherwise, all the ingredients went into the F@#!ing Vitamix. I followed the proper VM ignition sequence protocol, just like they teach at NASA.
The lid was sealed. Low power, minimum speed. Slowly increase the speed via the correct rotary dial control knob as the tire recycler chomped through the hard bits of beets and carrots and almonds like a pit bull going through prime rib. Just when you think you’ve reached the point of maximum vegetable violence (MVV), throw ‘er into high gear, and stand back as time and space warp under the awesome power of the F@#!ing Vitamix.
A bowl of rotten Pepto-friggin’-Bismol and cheap port would have tasted better than this Tinkerbell-pink healthy crap. I’m so glad I added the hairy-assed coconut milk; what a disaster it would have been had I forgotten that, too. I had a Campbell’s Chunky Soup moment upon first tasting it: maybe God is punishing me, so I should use a spoon, to get every friggin’ drop. “Jeez, all that’s missing is a touch of dates,” Nav said to himself. \
Who needs hot yoga or Pilates to strengthen my core, when I can just drink this crap and send my guts to the digestive olympics decathlon? No colon cancer for this culinary cowboy, no ma’am. There’s fibre, and then there’s Vitamix! Might make the U.S. Navy super gun R&D team green with envy, which is preferable to being internally pink and gurgling with my concoction.
Whatever reason God put me on this Earth, I can with great confidence say this one thing about it: it surely wasn’t to make food.