BOOK of KNIGHT
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Jan 31, 2019


Book of Knight is the official online presence for Karl Stevens Knight, AKA K.S. Knight, author of QANON & TRUMP EXPOSED— a devastating deconstruction and destruction of the “Q Conspiracy Theory.” This fringe belief system has been sowing chaos and confusion on many segments of society—not to mention doing real world harm—since 2017.

QTE began as a series of letters to a friend of mine who had lost his freakin' mind. It all got so extensive (the thought, time and research involved) that it sort of turned into a book by itself. Sadly, it didn't retrieve my friend from the deluded depths of far right wing nuttery, but I'm hoping it might save some other poor souls. 

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE

My professional background is varied, but I spent most of my career (such as it was), as a hired gun in the “high end” advertising/marketing fields, working on everything from Fortune 500 accounts and big-budget Hollywood releases, to middle-of-the-road endeavors and even mom-and-pop projects. I worked a broad range of industries, from automotive to entertainment, aerospace to real estate, and much more besides. 

In the end (if you can call it that, as I still keep a hand in), I finished as a Creative Director, which is basically like a cross between a Design Manager and a Marketing Manager. I was known for wearing many hats, my punchy copy, speaking softly but carrying a big butt stock (with which to pistol whip the recalcitrant), surprisingly good leadership skills (rare among introverts), perfectionism (not always such a good thing) and my ability to cut through complicated crap and find simple solutions. 

And alliteration. Let's not forget alliteration. Must be my inner poet, even if he don't know it (and he don't, 'cause he ain't one).

Of the body of my work, I'm proud of a a few slogans and catch phrases I came up with, some copy here and there, and a few campaigns. The rest of it is crap and I'm embarrassed to show it. 

In the early '90's, I was one of the first guys in L.A. to embrace the computer revolution. It was a pretty sweet place to be at the time. Today, that and five bucks will get me a Coffee Bean mocha latte. But not a Starbucks, because that place is an extortion racket. And if I ever needed an additional reason to hate that joint (I don't), now the former CEO is talking about running for prez as a “centrist independent”—'cause clearly, that's what Amerika needs and  wants right now (not). Idiot. Still, I got laughed at back in the day when I told everybody that my little ol' Mac would be the single most important tool in the field within ten years.

Nobody's laughing now. And I'm crying still. Why? For the reasons mentioned below (this is known as building suspense), but more importantly, 'cause I sold off my Apple stock when it looked like the company was finished back in the mid nineties. A few months later, Steve Jobs announced the iPod. 

And thus you now know what kind of luck I have, which actually explains much. I could go on, but I'll spare you, dear reader, at this time.

CREATIVE DESTRUCTION

I was lucky enough, however—if you can call it that—to be in on the early days of the industry-wide switch over to “digital.” In pragmatic terms, this meant one person doing the work of 20, on a single “box” (computer), in a fraction of the time. This was as opposed to a whole raft of folks in a shop (or three) sweating it out for weeks (even months) at a stretch. It was all good news for the industry writ large and the corporate buyers; costs came way down and lead times shrunk dramatically. But for those of us working on the boxes, it was more or less hell—and still is.

The joke was that they no longer needed it yesterday; they needed it last week!

People don't realize it, but the media/graphics/design fields were among the first to be massively smacked around by the “corporate downsizing” and de-industrialization trend which began in earnest in the late '80s. Looking back on it now, I think it might have been folks who lost their jobs who ended up being the lucky ones!

For those of us who made the transition, the new reality took a terrible toll, even if you were “making good money.” In my sector of the advertising biz (Hollyweird), we creatives never unionized. We were white collar professionals, after all! Snif. Fools that we were, it was a common thing to work 24 hour days, weekends and holidays right through—all of them. These kinds of insane demands are what the “studio system” imposes on workers. Can you see why every other f'n trade in Tinsel Town unionized? It was literally life or death necessity.

The longest day I ever worked—this is a long story in and of itself—was 75 hours! I kid you not. Some years later, a good friend of mine—who was about 15 years younger—had at a stroke at his computer! The man-killing stress gave another a heart attack. Others suffered various maladies. It just wasn't worth it anymore. I knew I had to get out before my workhorse-like constitution failed—or before I lost it, went postal and shot up some officious, snot-nosed, supercilious studio pricks by the limo load.  

Yes, Martha, there are good reasons unions exist, which also explains why the corporate establishment has, from time immemorial, done everything in it's considerable power to demonize and destroy them. But I digress. Sorry…  

PREDILECTION IS PREDESTINY

I've always been “a creative,” even long before I understood the term, and somewhat driven. I was doodling, scribbling, acting out and causing trouble from a very young age. In 5th grade I was constantly in the corner (I don't actually recall wearing a dunce cap). It might have had something to do with butting heads with an overly-serious, humorless wretch of a creature… er, teacher… named Mr. Cross. An apt name, I think, which clearly demonstrates that even reality can be a tad bit on the nose. I picked a bad place to try out as class clown, but it somehow lead (don't ask me how) from the doofus division to the gifted group, where I was actually challenged for probably the first time in my young life.

Jumping ahead some years, my first professional work—for a national magazine— was bought and paid for at age 14. The clients were more than a bit surprised, years later, to learn my age at the time of publication. When my 10th grade Honors English instructor told my parents she thought I could be published even then, she didn't know I already had been!

I never cared about laurels—probably should have—but I was a part of creative teams that won many industry awards down through the years. I'm proud of that, I guess, even though I consider these to mostly be circle jerks and popularity contests. 

By the time I was in high school, I was doing professional freelance work on the side (have talent, will travel), winning design contests, and writing bad Lovecraftian pastiches and Monty Pythonesque skits (which meant they were way too fuckin' strange for white bread middle Amerika of the Reagan/Bush era). 

Three quarters of the way through college, I was bored, frustrated and turning down lucrative work in order to read Proust. Ugh. I said “fuck it” and left. More or less, I've never looked back or cared. It certainly didn't effect my career, though I know I broke my mother's heart (not for the first time, or the last), so I didn't get away scot-free. 

None of us do, in this life. 

PERTINENT PASSIONS

I'm a life-long bachelor, not entirely by choice. In the season two finale of Amazon's brilliant and Emmy Award winning Mrs. Maisel, in which our eponymous heroine is confronted with a life-altering decision on whether to pursue long term goals over short term gratification (career vs. marriage), she makes a fateful choice with which I could relate. At one point, she says rather forlornly: “I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life.”

Yeah. That. 

Parenthetically, I'm not sure who I'm more enamored of these days: Rachel Brosnahan, who plays Miriam Maisel, or Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, who might just save the country some day from oligarchical fascism—if she doesn't get herself offed first. NOTE: No delusions of grandeur here, or Trumpian expectations of dating women half my age. I simply think both of these fems are incredible. 

Anyway, these days, I'm focused on creative endeavors. I went from being a struggling creative, many years ago, to one today. I suppose there is some kind of strange symmetry in this. But if I'm gonna die (hopefully not any day soon) as a famous/infamous scribe, I've gotta get busy. There's no other choice. 

QANON & TRUMP EXPOSED not withstanding, my primary writing interests are in fiction—in the mystery/thriller and sf/fantasy/horror genres. Look for my forays into these arenas soon. They're well under way. 

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About the Author K.S. Knight

KSK had his first professional work published at 14, and has been writing ever since. Recent works include QANON & TRUMP EXPOSED, a serious examination of the inane, insane, harebrained conspiracy theory, and THE TOP 10 MOST POPULAR WESTERN NOVELS OF ALL TIME. Future works will be fiction, though one can argue that in the Age of Trump, reality is already fiction, like Donald's tan, his "$10+ billion dollars" and his integrity.

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