About Me
I have many a things to say for myself, but, every time I sit down to write them, my interest just vanishes like the thought upon awakening after having dreamed you were looking for money (or something), knew exactly where it was, and had every intention of retrieving it until reality snatches it away: I genuinely want it, I could’ve swore it was there, and, sometimes, I cling to it wishing it would manifest; but, alas, it is not there and never was. I am guessing there are many a writing teachers, professional bloggers, and the like (those more knowledgeable in the gay scienza, as it were, than myself) that would probably advise against displaying chagrined feelings toward writing a bio in the first paragraph of a bio, but I find convention even more distasteful than a brand new blogger, that don’t know an essay from a poem trying to sell his books, who assumes they know what conventional blogging advice would be. However, in so doing, we have discovered the facts of the matter: I am too cool for school. Tadziu Johnson, is the pen name to hide my secret identity as a mild mannered professional, bachelor prepared, hospice & palliative (specialized certification pending) nurse. The illustration is of me, my family, and interests. It was made at a time when I only had one child, but, as it turns out, marriage, three children, college, career, et cetera, and self-publishing books takes a bit of time. There shall be a day where, every time a bio sneaks up on me (I do understand their necessity), I won’t feel inconvenienced and rushed by it; if you would like to support me in fulfilling this prophecy, there is a list of my works below. Thank you.
Real quick, the other interests depicted and not mentioned above for which one could consider me an expert: chess, beer, basketball, Detroit Pistons (22, Tayshaun Prince, one of my favorites), Sneakers (True Blue Retro 3, another fave), chess, philosophy (reading the Tao te Ching, the best book ever; should have probably referenced Nietzsche the best writer ever, but whatever), Hip Hop, movies, and my wife getting mad at me for reading while she is getting dinner ready.
Is anybody sick of these lame sucker superheroes just being regurgitated again and again? These superheroes, as Grandmaster Caz puts it (and everybody knows Big Hank didn’t write his own rhymes, so all you nerds chill): “Flying through the air in pantyhose. He may be very sexy or even cute, but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit”? Well, congratulations, this is the right place. This is the so fly, super fly, don’t even need to fly he’s so fly’s first official graphic novella. Just like Chuckie says in Boaz Yakin’s 1994 cinematic classic, Fresh, “X-Men baby stuff homes, all their costumes and powers ain’t shit!” That’s right Chuckie, and, if he were still alive, he may be proud to hear there is finally a superhero busting the stupid dope moves. The time hath cometh, ladies and gentlemen; we proudly present to you the six series comic, in one graphic novel, the one, the only: Mac-A-Bee!
Now, for all you super simps out there lame to the game and those with clinically significant low IQ scores, I’ll give you a little run down on what the business is:
Mac-A-Bee is a down OG super fly Jewish pimp from the streets of Detroit. He’s carrying on as usual – chasing down hoes, clocking fat doughs, swinging el dos, but he’s about to experience a life transition. This transition is heralded by the birth of his daughter (not his daughter, per se, but his daughter). For whatever reason, he has some ambivalence to the idea of her growing up to share the profession of the parents. Mac-A-Bee starts becoming aware of his surroundings. He sees the persecution and prejudice sex workers face; he starts to see how people, not just sex workers but square people, are being exploited by the inhumane tactics employed by black market entrepreneurs. He tries to make a stand and unite sex workers to fight for human rights, but the state, media, and professional criminals quickly move to extinguish and defame him and his movement. He is outcast by society, and even his own people turn their backs on him. Heartbroken, with no direction, and questioning his very identity and worth to society, he leaves Detroit to find himself. On his pilgrimage, he finds his true self after a series of epiphanies, sacrifice, hard work, discipline, and revelations, which consequently has his game super extra mega tight. He returns to Detroit to free his people, bring them to the Promised Land, restore honor to sex workers (respectively), and put an end to the foul human trafficking and other inhumane monstrosities people are subjected to due to the criminalization and deregulation of the sex industry!
DISCLAIMER: I am not going to lie to you; this book is made for psychosexually[1] mature audiences and contains some dark humor and controversial content. However, it is not intended to be demeaning or trivialize sex work. In fact, just the opposite: sex workers are ostracized members of society and treated unjustly. I am not sure if there will ever be a society where sex industry is accepted as an honorable profession (and don’t know if there should be) but that is not to say that sex workers should be treated inhumanely.
[1] Not in the Freudian sense, but maturity in psyche, not mere post-pubescent age
Also, just so you know, I made this whole book with nothing but a pencil. Me! Just me, alone! Except for the work done by Queen Xeroxxx, and the title pages in marker. So, crush that up and sniff it.
The Undisputed Champion for Liberty is essentially my political blog which I keep separate from my other blogs because it was initially intended to be a comic strip promoting libertarian philosophy communicated through superhero tropes based largely on the Ron Paul Liberty Report news show. This is probably a good time for another disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Dr. Ron Paul or the Ron Paul Institute (apply disclaimer to the children’s books as well), but Dr. Ron Paul is a personal hero of mine and, look, if you don’t like the way he’s depicted, just remember this was bound to happen sooner or later and better me than someone else. It is free; although the book is available (the introduction can only be seen in the book, but maybe I’ll post the more entertaining parts) on Amazon. I have some new content coming out and I think the shift to just being my writing will be obvious. Even though, the UCL ain’t going nowhere so all you corporatists and counterfeiters be on alert. As far as my politics, people think I’m just uncompromising in them, but I feel like libertarianism is my compromise; I’m more of a anarchist or a sovereign individualist tyrannicidal Monarchomach.
There are a couple of guys that live near me who are becoming good friends of mine: they are well educated and have an eye for fine literature (one of them even teaches professionally) and kind enough to look over the “about me” portion of my blog, and thought it was a little long. So, obviously my impression of those bozos was completely wrong, and, even if they weren’t, I’m growing it out, and trimming down the sides with a mustache that makes Charles Bronson, Lee Van Cleef, and even Fredriche Wilhelm Nietzsche look like sissies, just to show the world I don’t give a… [“Shut yo’ mouth”] I’m only talking about unadulterated adulterer, explicit illicit explicator, the unbridled bridler: Tadziu Johnson, pen is unfettered and in your face giving you the business and partying in the back (to stick with the philosophy of the metaphoric hairstyle) with his rattail unbraided and spreading out over his shoulders like the wings of Gabriel.
So, to answer questions: 1) “Yes” the Shaft theme music melody should be faint in your mind upon reading, 2) “Yes,” I mean to say that I will not be changing my “About Me” page, but adding and updating with the new works, and, lastly, 3) “No” I am not happy about having to explain myself to the flunkies whom prepared question 2 because I think my intentions as written above are pretty clear.
There you have it, a list of my credentials.
