Martin Sparks makes his living as an anti-Christ, a title he shares with other, better known, anti-Christs such as Barack Obama, Dubya, Mick Jagger, Chaz Bono, and Javier Solana. He is also a shameless namedropper. When not penning texts designed to fragment the Republic, advance corporate greed, and damn millions of souls to purgatory, he lives a quiet life in a suburban home in an upstate northern outside-the-beltway bedroom community near the twin cities of Sodom and Gamorrah. Martin enjoys the company of his lovely wife and personable tortiseshell cat, as well as bingo and automatic weapons target practice at the local Gay Socialist Muslim Elitist Unstable Swinging Veterans of Foreign Operations Other than War Post. His previous works include electoral speeches and ghostwritten "autobiographies" of congressional and presidential candidates (almost certainly including ones you voted for), numerous divisive internet memes, and a guide to the cultivation of sectarianism he co-authored with his great uncle Screwtape. After the Rapture, he looks forward to world domination, throwing a wild party for seventy-two virgins who all leave unsatisfied, and a quiet retirement filled with tea.