Ah, Jimmy! You rakish wag!

Jimmy Akin describes the writing process we went through to compose Disorientation.

It’s pretty much always like that in the glamorous, high-paying, fast-paced world of Catholic apologetics and publishing. If some of my readers have said it once, they’ve said it a thousand times, the reason I became Catholic was because, as a famous Protestant pastor, I felt like Alexander with no more worlds to conquer, so I converted in order to transform the Catholic Church into my private vision of Protestantism with me to rule and control it.

Naturally, then, I became a Catholic writer because of the *enormous* wealth and power that goes with that exalted and prestigious position (not to mention the bodacious women who fling themselves at Catholic apologists).

Yes: Money, women, and power: That’s why I’m a Catholic writer. It’s all I care about. It’s all any of us care about as we gather for our weekly pool parties at Jimmy’s mansion in Rancho del Dinero, California. As the champagne flows and Scott and Karl burst forth to lead us in our anthem:

we all chow down and scheme about how we can continue to live in the palatial splendor that is the Catholic apologist’s norm, right and due. It’s a question that continues to pre-occupy me on the flight home in my private jet. Some evenings I don’t even *notice* the foot rubs or manicures, so full is my mind of concerns and plans for bending the Church to our Will.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.

Speaking of which, if you go to buy Disorientation from Jimmy’s store and receive some sort of funny message about how he has been slain in his sleep by some mysterious “rival apologist” and can no longer fill orders, don’t fret. Police are hot on Tim Staples’ trail and are ignoring his plaintive emails about being framed by a shadowy “fat man” he could not identify as I he fled from Jimmy house. Meanwhile, just go to this link and you can still get a copy from me. I’m just here to help.