Why Am I Explaining This To You

Recently, my Jonathan Swift-style sarcasm (ie. A Modest Proposal) has drawn the annoying attention of a retarded theist or simply a fool professing belief in God. Yeah, I did suggest abortion machines as a means to help preserve the innocence of newborn children, especially for those devout and righteous Tea Party-tainted Republicans. It’s evident my intention had been selfish and impractical; farcical because I do so enjoy such slapstick irony. I think hypocrisy is hysterical, as funny as the helpless pratfalls of confident idiots. But my humor carries with it no intention of purporting a worldview.

Let’s get this straight. I am an agnostic and an antitheist. What that means is I have deep suspicions and disappointments in organized religions. I don’t believe in God because all the literature supporting such a divine being is fallacious. Christian apologists are especially deceptive and close-minded to honest facts and theoretical possibilities. Under the pretense of religions promoting such misconceptions and incorrect reasoning in the guise of faith, herds of lazy or deficient minds are persuaded to surrender their will, power and resources often to reprobate individuals or bands of miscreants.

I’m not an atheist only because such a stance precludes my open principle of “Anything is possible,” dreams can be made real and fiction leads to technological and social advances. Sure, there may be a God floating about in the omnipresent, miniscule tenth dimension but there’s no one able to provide that evidence – He certainly isn’t telling anyone. He isn’t. There are only primitive rationalization and interesting stories and good-natured parables in any Holy Book. All of which have been written by human beings inspired by love, fear and equally beatific promise or sublime threat.

Sure, they’ll pretend to answer the unfathomable such as the origin of morals, the purpose of life and the creation of man. But science has come a long way, nearly all the way, in addressing those conjured states of morose. There are legitimate answers mankind has legitimately discovered and if inquirers bother to hunt, they’ll find the gaps rapidly close. Where is God? Well, he’s not under my bed, and neither in my closet nor standing outside my front door…

I’m not someone evangelists or apologists should ask. I don’t care. I don’t care about cars, so don’t ask me to troubleshoot your combustion engine. I have no interest in guns, so I’m nobody you should consult about calibers. I’m content driving from A to B and I can use a firearm quite well for my own defense or less preservative purpose. It’s been said there are all sorts of atheists and I’m one of those unique sorts. Theocracy, philosophy and psychology are merely aspects of my creative writing. And I’ll suffer fools only so long before I become bored and take purposeful pleasure in the poetry of mockery and disdain.

If it comes to such in order to drive away the insufferable, I’ve gleefully wield them with zealous mania. They’re how I entertain myself and I know it’s not nice. I’m not nice. If folks would read my writing, I imply as much. It’s what I mean when I describe myself as visceral and male.

Why Don’t You Write Romance?

Once she started making $90,000, my ex-fiancee got the idea she was too good for me. That was a strain on our relationship. She said she didn’t want to be with a man who made less money than her. Then she met a millionaire. I gave up. The woman became a whore, and a wretched one. Have you seen her? I put my dick into that so I wouldn’t go to Dante’s second plane of Hell for masturbation. Yeah, my definition of self-pleasure is merely technical but that is how Christians operate. Salvation is only a false admission away no matter what one does.

What’s her “side of the story?” I’m simply not interested. Her explanation is a waste of time – waste… she is the one of us two whom is wasteful. She wasted my time and let me stray from producing Art, from re-discovering writing. I imagine she tells herself and others anything to assuage her guilt. This is why I am not the woman’s friend. I will not be her scapegoat.

Of course, I wish misery upon her. But wishes are not reality. She’ll need to construct that suffering and bring it down upon herself. That’s the one thing she’s good at doing. Although, money seems to staunch those self-inflicted wounds. It buys love, so it must be full of special.

Why am I so bitter? I had been out of her life before I knew anything about her new romance. She broke our engagement a couple months after I had proposed marriage. I was fine never to see her dour face again. And she calls me back after half a year and I grew hopeful. Even then she was dishonest. Was she being vindictive? I left again now punished. Why did she call me back – to play some sadistic game of “what’s behind the curtain?” Did she call me back into her life just to make herself feel better?

There is a negative aspect of co-dependence. She’s professionally trained to see that. If I am to trust the woman did not intend malice, then she is blind. That is the nicest conclusion I can make. Yet, what does that reveal about her, about her skills, her qualifications? I don’t think she cares to admit these implications to herself. They are distracting, especially as cash is foremost on her mind. She dreams of money. It is the stuff of romance. I have none of it.

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Defending Atheism with your Teeth

I must admit, confrontation isn’t very entertaining unless it’s bloody – I paraphrase the thoughts of the late George Carlin. Watching Youtube clips uploaded by folks from the Atheist Experience or Aronra gets dull and repetitive. I’m waiting for some nonsensical bloodletting and these folks deliver just the opposite – for the most part (Matt Dillahunty is charming when he’s ticked). So, diehard atheists, get your polite facts from these responsible individuals.

But if you’re going to listen to me, you’ll need to embrace rude pseudo-fiction. Hell, I’m not invested in anyone’s salvation. I’d rather push my very unreal mythology toward extreme fiction. C’mon, read my Pazuzu Trilogy (I know tense issues persist after nine fracking revisions, but, dammit, I need help and I’ve got no extra cash to pay for professional proofreaders and editors).

Putting aside my aspirational roadblocks, I’ve compiled a list of answers to theists whom challenge godless individuals on a personal level. As I’ve warned, I’m not pulling anyone’s hide from the Eternal Fire. Use these replies at your own risk. Just be sure to carry a weapon and use it if you must. When enough theists gather together, life can get dangerous. The deluded have a documented history of violent reactions.

Theist Accusations…

You hate god.

That’s insane. Do you hate the Easter Bunny? Santa Claus?

You want to sin.

Stop projecting. Your guilt and sins are not my own.

You have no morals.

Neither do you. Admit it, we both want to tear out each other’s guts and stamp on intestines. Yet we’re bound by laws.

You haven’t read the Bible.

Sitting in church listening to someone else interpret the Word isn’t the same as reading. Listening to someone else advocates mortal authority.

You just don’t want to go to Hell.

Who does? Dante described a pretty horrendous place. Then again, he’s not a saint, is he? Regardless, it’s lucky we’re no where near the Valley of Hinnom and it’s much later than the era of the Roman Empire.

Got a better response? Well, comment and promote my blog post! Buying my books would be nice, but they do nothing to support rational arguments. Although, that income would go into yet another Pazuzu Trilogy revision – and food (that would be nice), and a better place to work – away from literally  f**king apartment house neighbors. Note, I didn’t say frak. I’m serious. It’s distracting. They’re enough to make one wish for Hell.

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My Mom Says I Should Write About God Coming Back

Lovecraft fans hate me. I don’t why. Maybe it’s what I say… but we shouldn’t be haters. We’re brothers, man. We were both weaned on eldritch witchery and periodically return to the font of the unbaptized. For those who know, like Richard Upton Pickman, I pull monsters from my sketchbooks. My whole purpose for writing is to make my chimera live.

I apologize if you’ve read my shoddy previous revisions, but the trilogy is now upon its Ninth Revision. There’s a few known typos remaining and the Manifestation pocket book at LULU is missing page numbers, but the story is intact. The story has been whole since the Seventh Revision but I felt compelled to make improvements – and boy, has the story improved! I guess that’s not enough?

What’s the point of my story, the moral? There are no morals in my horror stories. They are abject lessons in horror. They are illustrations of what is possible when mankind turns it’s back to God. My monsters are alive because God has gone away. I spin grim stories about evil and helpless worlds.

Read my Pazuzu Trilogy and speculate where my inspirations have been drawn. It’s an epic story, folks, and it reads like lightning.

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A Codex of Malevolence – Second Revision

My second revision of my short story compilation entitled A Codex of Malevolence is complete! And the feat is significant because it marks the revision in which I’ve wholly converted all my stories into a mainstream, professional-sounding Active Voice. Yeah, I know I’m strict in some passages, but the complete reading experience is so much faster. I had said last month my Pazuzu Trilogy now reads like lightning and that pertains to everything I now have available for purchase at Smashwords and Lulu.

Speaking of Smashwords – be sure to check-out the Smashwords Summer Sale starting July 1st, 2012. Significant savings through the month… and my ebooks are cheap already. Imagine you’re buying yourself a cup of coffee in exchange for hearing a story. It’s just that you’ll give me your coffee because I’ll make you sick to your stomach. That’s good because its important to know exactly what we both intend when you step aboard my weird train engine.

Hey, if you’re a little off-put by my invitation, it probably wouldn’t have worked-out for us anyway. I write weird fiction – fantasy and horror.  This compilation, A Codex of Malevolence, is for mature audiences. So, you kids should put the book down for the sake of your moral and psychological health. For the rest of you, it’s a dare…

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