Is Paul Cunningham ‘the Joker’ of the Alt Lit Scene?

                I want to know. I need to know right now. I wrote about Paul a while back for his Pangur Ban Party story. I liked the story. But little did I realize what Paul would evolve into, from a mild-mannered writer and founding editor of the Radioactive Moat Press, to, well this. 

                How did it happen? Paul used to be so quiet. Now he wants to be the Lewis Black of the alt lit community. I don’t think that’s going to happen. The videos he has posted are so twisted, so thoroughly insane, that to call it ‘Lewis Black – like’ would be an insult. I know Paul thinks of himself as Lewis Black but that’s a lie. No, the real question Paul wants to answer is something far more sinister. Mr. Cunningham asks us:

                “Why so serious?”

                Paul Cunningham grew up on a farm in some wholesome part of America I don’t give a shit about like Pennsylvania. Anyway, he was busy writing, reading, critiquing, living the alt lit life. Unfortunately, tragedy stuck. You see, alt lit life is sort of like a life of poverty, only with considerably more booze and introspection. For a while Paul avoided the temptations of evil. But soon he turned against the raging idiocy he saw in the alt lit community.

                Critiques came out. They were minor at first but soon they developed into a ‘shitstorm’. An eggplant requested him as a friend. Paul rejected the eggplant, jumping into a vat of chemicals. Once Paul Cunningham jumped into a vat of chemicals he became…PAUL CUNNINGHAM! 

                Some tried stopping him. They posted on his Facebook wall, argued, and tried to reason with Paul in over 90 Facebook notes. Some offered to ‘hug him’. Paul wanted nothing to do with hugs anymore. He had ‘left the building’ so to speak. Paul went mad with his Vimeo account. It was too late. Paul was into pooping in buttholes. With a targeted list of people to mock, he began in earnest. 

                First Carnivorous Judy and Gabby Gabby were mocked. Then Spencer Madsen, known for needing girlfriends, received his comeuppance. To some people, two videos might have been enough. Not for Paul Cunningham though, he was drunk with the power of video media. Steve Roggenbuck received some of this ‘mocking treatment’. Paul went all out for this parody. The hoodie Paul is wearing in the video is from Dolce & Gabbana. It cost $8,000. 

                I wonder about Paul. I see those thick-ass glasses on his face and think they may have infected his brain. Perhaps Paul Cunningham jumped Harry Potter and stole them. Originally he wanted to pawn Harry Potter’s glasses to buy some ‘Hot Pockets’ but they have infected his brain. 

                Where do I stand on Paul’s Vimeo crusade? I am not sure. Time will tell whether or not Paul shall continue down this path of ‘shitstorm fodder’. I wonder whether or not this is simply the most bizarre form of promotion for Paul’s upcoming book “I hug you fluffy bunny because you’re the best bunny” due to be released on May 15^th, 2012 by Penguin Books.