The head of the Copyright and Intellectual Property Enforcement Squad wants his top agent sacked, or put behind a desk. Instead the body count keeps rising because The Bastardizer is 100% obsessed with dishing out street justice on behalf of the music industry. Rules, like bones, were made to be broken. The Bastardizer did not care who got in his way. If they pissed him off he wiped them out!
The Bastardizer had a feeling for violence. That was what compelled him to cripple, maim and murder all those who didn't worship at the altar of the Berne Convention of 1886 and the Paris Act of 1971. The thud of his fist on a copyright infringer's face did something for his soul. The thud of a boot in their groin did more! Pumping copyright violators full of lead was even better... guilty or not he wanted them dead!
What no one could have foreseen was The Bastardizer's chance encounter (on an operating table of all places) with a geriatric pornographer. This caused the story to morph messily into forms of literary experimentation that put the music industry and the book world into a tailspin...
This is the book that disappeared up its own arse and came back to tell the tale!!!
The Bastardizer had a feeling for violence. That was what compelled him to cripple, maim and murder all those who didn't worship at the altar of the Berne Convention of 1886 and the Paris Act of 1971. The thud of his fist on a copyright infringer's face did something for his soul. The thud of a boot in their groin did more! Pumping copyright violators full of lead was even better... guilty or not he wanted them dead!
What no one could have foreseen was The Bastardizer's chance encounter (on an operating table of all places) with a geriatric pornographer. This caused the story to morph messily into forms of literary experimentation that put the music industry and the book world into a tailspin...
This is the book that disappeared up its own arse and came back to tell the tale!!!
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