"Insane Asylum in the Cosmos" is a replacement of my last unpublished autobiography "Coming Clean... June 16, 1966: Second Edition" (2020). A lot of material was taken from that book and implanted into this one. We look herein at the madness that is human life, sparing no words on the greatest madness of organized religion. Also, we focus on the "pandemic" not of COVID-19 so much, which everyone knows about, but on the lesser obvious racist liberal extremists of Black Lives Matter or BLM that I consider a national sickness or 'pandemic' in terms of the chaos and division they have caused, and causing still. Gotta love it when a gaggle of hypocrite racists go to accusing the police and society in general of being infected with "systemic racism" and therefore racist when the only real systemic racism and racists I see in free American society is BLM themselves. Racists accusing others of racism, it would be humorous if it weren't so serious. If only by coincidence, this involves a history of America covering the spring and summer of 2020, ending August 31st...On a personal note, this will be my last run as an author. I won't even attempt to write anything again with the release of this book. I did what I did and did what I could and that's it, fuck it, the game's over...November 9, 2020...Update, November 13, 2020: Though it was the plan from the start to have an accompanying ebook with our hardcopy and my friend who owns her own hybrid traditional publishing/self-publishing book company in Sarasota, Florida willing to make it for me at no cost, knowing I'm strapped (what a sweetie!), well, it turns out this is going to be cancelled. Why is because I can't do the work to format the interior text so my lady friend can convert it into an ebook. See, I'm living in a big house full of disruptive nuts. Mind you this is not just the nuttiest house in Superior, Wisconsin but any-dang-where, at least from my experiences it is. It was a miracle I was able to finish the print book here! The lard ass gal living above me shakes the whole house when she moves, keeping me up at night. There's a mean-spirited OCD freak always bogarting the laundry room. And the rest are, like myself, loners ("with their own brand of misery from being alone too long," to nab a few song lyrics from Willie Nelson) or else malcontents. The worst of all is a chain-smoking retard who chokes me the hell out (I smoke myself but only outside). I call this dippy dink a "one-man wrecking crew." I mean this dude's a real piece of work, pissing on the toilet seat in the shared bathroom, shitting on the floor in there too, which I have to clean up 'cause no one else will. On top of that he walks around naked at night, talking to himself tangentially and, yup, chain-smokes like a mo fo. Urine and poop I can clean up and can (barely) tolerate the rest but it's the asphyxiating cigarette smoke I can't handle. Bottom line, I can't take this shit anymore and so gots ta jet the scene, which I'll be doing here real soon. This means, as said, there'll be no ebook...Everything's so uncertain right now. For all I know the Coronavirus might take me out too, like it had ex-New Orleans Saints star Tom Dempsey and so, so many others. Then I'd have to go and hear St. Dick tell me I ain't good enough to sit at the yummy messianic banquet in the sky, that I should go away hungry, correction, that I should go and burn alive in hell forever. To that I'd retort, "Thanks St. Cock, you're such a nice fucking guy." There's just all these problems, you see. But at least there is a print book, so all is not lost...Update, January 4, 2021: Last thoughts on self-publishing...Because of the complexity and many nuances involved, I have found it all but impossible to write a book flawlessly on my own. I mean the shame involved with every little mistake-it's just too punishing. This is why I'm bailing on the shit. Just wanted to say that on my way out the self-publishing door.