The Terraist Letters

This is the wildest fiction since sliced atoms. Who is Sean Enstitue? Sean lives on the last street in Manhattan, in the last apartment building, on the last corner in Manhattan, on 218th Street. He has lived in Inwood, by Washington Heights, for his whole life. Sean believes that nuclear experimentation is destroying the atmosphere, causing global warming, negatively impacting the health of life on the entire planet and because of what he knows, because of who he is, and who he knows, he thinks he may by the Earth's last chance. The Terraist Letters is the funniest and most provocative political satire of 2012 on the most serious subject matter; that of nuclear experimentation. The Terraist Letters might be considered blasphemous by some, delusional by others, a hilarious metaphor by those with a finer sensibility of rhetorical humor, call to action among those who are against genetic mutation and might make those with poor spelling feel threatened. Sean Enstitue starts off by explaining the difference between the street angle and the straight Anglo and ends up exploring inner consciousness, politics and the universe at large. Allow Sean to introduce you to his world, where graffiti is the only appreciable art, where every holiday is a plot to subdue questioning the global military industrial complex, where Santa Claus is the lead indoctrinator of lies for war, and where marijuana is the only thing that could possibly save the planet. Cop the book for a laugh and more importantly provocation of thought. Sean explains the validity of the philosophy and sentiment of ‘F@#! the police’ and how he derived it from the likes of Gandhi, OG George Washington and Jesus -whatever his real name was, all in the first few pages. Sean has an intense hatred of copouts in the global military industrial complex promoting nuclear experimentation, all holidays, especially Christmas and New Years, but only because he despises Santa Claus, blaming him for the postmodern war world. You will laugh, you will shiver in fear, you might cry, you might learn a thing or two about nuclear experimentation and you will never, ever go near cat shit again.