Day One, Ground Zero, The End of Days

I could count my fans as fingers on the hand of a blind butcher. With that in mind, perhaps it is the foolhardy who will break through the surface of oblivion and breach the threshold of glory. We here at The Blind Butcher can always aim high because we are so very used to landing oh so very low.

This is a blog that will hope to (in our lifetime) become a clearing house for all who have something to say that needs to be said but which has no other outlet. Lofty? Only as lofty as it is probable, which is to say it is highly improbable.

But what the fuck, eh? It's The Blind Butcher's world, people. You just live here.

This post goes out as a hello, and also as a request for interaction. Post comments, submit screeds, rants, raves, reviews, interviews, commentary, love letters, dear John letters (ahem), suicide notes. Basically, the Butcher wants to post any and all manner of written exposition. Make it interesting and others will want to check it out.

You submit the words and we'll make sure they get published. No, there's nothing in it save for the joy of tearing down walls and in turn building temples to our brash and fluid imaginations.

Let's get to work, you and us, there's so much to do...