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The Antisocial Manifesto:
A Bipolar Perspective on Dissent from Society
A Novel
Volume 1
Bill Mehalus
Copyright © 2013 by Bill Mehalus
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CONTENTS
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Endnote
Special Thanks:
To my ex-wife. To my most loyal dog, Max. To my other dogs: Sigmund "Siggy", Nero,
and Tutter. To my family & fiends, and to the good people of Taiwan
Thanks:
To Galileo and your character, Simplicio who demonstrated the ignorance of the Faith.
To Thomas Paine for suffering incarceration by speaking out against organized religion.
To America’s Founding Fathers: John Coles, George Washington, Benjamin Franklin,
Ethan Allen, Thomas Jefferson and James Madison for your adamant disapproval of the
incorporation of Jesus into the U.S. Constitution. To Friedrich Nietzsche for your blatant
attacks upon the Church. To Richard Dawkins for all your witty quips against religion in
your books and your outright attack in The God Delusion. To Sam Harris for your caustic
approach towards the religious minded, to Robin Morgan for exploration of the U.S.
Constitution and creating Fighting Words in defense. To Dan Brown for your piece of
faction that raised so much hell. To Dr. Jack Kessler for actively combating the
Monotheists in pursuit of stem cell research. To Korn for the wild fury and energy in
your music. Finally, to Dr. Jacob “Jack” Kevorkian, you are a martyr for the cause of
modern humanity.
Now, if you all will allow me among you, I’ll gladly bring man’s first weapon and tool to
the party with a desire to focus it upon my religious enemies: I am Prometheus and I
bring the gift of fire!
INTRODUCTION
The Antisocial Manifesto: A Novel is the modern day perspective of a prophet. Much
like the minions of the Old Testament-God (Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and Muhammad),
The Son is the author/ biographer of the anti-god, the anti-prophet, the Antitheist (the
Adversary). The account herein is true and the mission of the Antitheist is very real. As
documented herein, the apparent “delusions” of the Antitheist are no different than the
prophets that came before him; however, they are polar opposites. His gradual, incessant,
and progressive attacks upon the Monotheist’s are unprecedented. He has no time for the
lazy and cowardly Atheist. According to The Son, they are as disposable as the Believers.
And he will stop at nothing until his mission is accomplished!
My mission is as follows: I intend to dismantle over 6,000 years of organized human
ignorance….or at least, insult it to the best of my abilities. This is an inflammatory book
designed to tease out that frothing, raving, hypocritical, hateful God-fearing animal which
hides behind a peaceful, loving, tolerant and forgiving façade. I do this intentionally so
that he may fall short of the glory of his ridiculous god and directly upon his face. I do
this so that he may behave adversely in the name of his god and therefore, use his god’s
name in vain, and consequently, fulfill the blatant hypocrisy of his faith. I do this because
I am the embodiment of the teachings of your faith. I am Hate and Intolerance just like
you! I intend to divide in order to unite!
I am Syphilis, the Great Masquerader!….or perhaps, I’m merely a pile of dog shit in
the high grass…..I live happily, peacefully, unnoticed, untouched, without judgment…
because I am unnoticed, untouched and quietly minding my own business. I have no
intentions but to live out my life in the high grass, snoozing in the semi-shaded sun,
providing a little nitrogen for the grass that has provided me with a soft bed. I didn’t ask
to be here, but this is where I was dropped. I am the product of your Best Friend or
someone else’s. Then you came along and stepped on me. As a result, I oozed between
your toes or the tread of your shoe. Only then did you know me and call me by my name,
“SHIT!” The moral: you stepped on me and I responded! Religious buffoons, I am
talking to you! You wanted an ‘End of Days’? You wanted a Monster? You got it! This is
the Bible of the New Era…a book written for Generations X, Y and Z. We are Modern
Religion!
This book is dedicated to that which is called “God.” May this war finally begin so
that I may take from “it” what is rightfully mine! I am no Atheist, because I see no reason
to argue God’s existence or non-existence. I am no Communist because I believe in the
common good for all humankind. In this modern era of understanding, gods are highly
unlikely and not worth argument. Therefore, I am an Anti-theist and this is a book about
destroying the empire that has spawned from the cornucopia of ancient ideals! This book
is dedicated to the living, breathing human beings who harbor mysticism. The wolf is
upon your doorstep. Jews, Christians, Muslims…beware. I’m coming for you! I propose
the greatest holocaust for you all!
This book is an unconventional fictional autobiographical rant on the satire of anti-
life and self-alienation in America. And contained within this book is a semi-conscious
collection of letters, words, oxymoronic phrases, misinterpretations, ideologies,
philosophies, theories, facts, lies and laws.
“All I want in life is to be happy.”
-Korn
CHAPTER 0-1
(My Birth – 1974: Year of the tiger)
SUBJ LOCATION: HOUSTON, TX.
UNRELATED EVENTS: DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS RELEASED, PATRICIA
HEARST KIDNAPPED, SOCCER STAMPEDE IN CAIRO-49 DEAD, WATERGATE
TAPES RELEASED, BRADY BUNCH IS CANCELLED, MARINER 10 APPROACES
MERCURY, OUTBREAK OF TORNADOES HIT 13 U.S. STATES-315 DEAD,
BOMB EXPLODES IN HOUSE OF PARLIAMENT, ASSASINATION OF THE
MOTHER OF MLK JR, RICHARD NIXON ANNOUNCES RESIGNATION, DEFEO
MURDERS FAMILY IN AMITYVILLE HOUSE, “LUCY”IS DISCOVERED, OPEC
RAISES PRICE OF CRUDE OIL BY 10%, COLOR TV INTRODUCED IN
AUSTRALIA, OPENING OF ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, FALL OF
SAIGON, JIMMY HOFFA DECLARED MISSING, DAM BREAKS IN CHINA-
200,000 DEAD, SQEAKY FROMME ATTEMPTS TO ASSASSINATE GERALD
FORD, GERALD FORD SURVIVES SECOND ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT,
SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE IS AIRED, SPAIN ABANDONS WESTERN SAHARA,
TERM “MICROSOFT” IS FIRST USED BY BILL GATES, WORLD POPULATION
REACHES 4,068,109,000. STOP.
“A people content with the thoughts made for them by the priests of a church will be
content with Royalty by Divine Right, -the Church and the Throne mutually sustaining
each other.”
-Albert Pike, Morals and Dogma, 1809-1891
I can’t say I remember too much regarding the entirety of the 40 weeks post
conception, nor can I regarding the following 18 months post-partum, which
encompassed the first year-and-some-change of my life. So as you can imagine, I don’t
remember any of these-“Where were you when this happened”- moments listed above. In
fact, I can’t remember anything; not so much as a scent, sound, image, or sensation of
any sort. With that said, ask yourself the same question. What is your earliest memory?
That is to say, what was the age in which your first sensation occurred and was later
committed to long-term memory? What was the memory? It doesn’t have to make any
sense. It could have been as simple as any sensorial blurp in time that, now in retrospect,
appears completely disconnected from all, if any, surrounding memories. It could be a
memory of sitting in a movie theatre with your parents watching the debut of Star Wars
or Tootsie, but you having no real recollection of the plot or the actor’s facial
characteristics. It could be your first bloody nose, broken arm or leg. It was just data. And
while all sequences of events do not perfectly connect, the only associated memory was
somehow, without sensible explanation; for example, falling from your dad’s shoulders,
laughing at you uncle’s silly faces, or watching your grandpa fish.
Some may believe, the more tragic the memory the more permanent. I disagree. I
have witnessed a few, yet each memory, as a memory in and of itself, is stored for
content, and not for the subjective and existential values which I place upon it; for
example, watching a grown man tumble from a moving vehicle head first, followed by
the auditory “flop” of his body hitting the pavement, running back to his motionless
body, examining his wounds, and watching the blood gradually appear in all the areas of
road skid along his broken legs, torso, and face. This memory induced a more traumatic
response in others than it did in me.
I was indifferent whereas others were crying or in a state of shock. Therefore,
although I have “patches” of indifferent memory, others have a more detailed and
consecutive account of the event with subsequent allied sensorial memories. That is, not
only do they have an accurate “play-by-play” of the event, they also have distinct scent,
visual, and/or auditory memories associated with the event that resulted in their own
shock, self-induced mental trauma, and suffering. Regardless, memory is data. Data
itself, for itself, is objective and free of our individual and subjective “value” placed upon
it; e.g. good, evil, or what is painful to you may be relatively painless to me. Regardless,
this objective data is stored within the neurons of the cortex. And depending how much
value one places upon a particular memory, to include how “often” these memories are
induced into replay of the event, will subsequently determine how many additional axons
are utilized to recruit even more neurons for storing a greater quantity of that memory,
thus contributing to more obsessive thought and significance to the event.
Let us consider the birthing process. The level of physical trauma experienced
therein, for both mother and child, when squeezing and shifting the child’s cranial bones
and rib cage as s/he passes through the canal, is a painful event for both. [Note to Self:
Are our senses flooded by “incoming” data which contains a force that drives itself into a
sensorial being or does the sensorial being actively and/or passively abstract data from
the world around it?] But, even in the midst of the trauma of childbirth, does the newborn
remember it? Do you remember yours?
When I was a few months old, my mother had a strange encounter, although I
remember nothing of it. While sitting on a bench outside JC Penny with me on her lap,
wrapped in my “swaddling clothes” waiting for transportation, a transient, who my
mother refers to as a “gypsy,” approached, grabbed me by the head, starred into my eyes,
then into my mother’s and exclaimed with a Germanic, or alcohol induced, accent,
“Scientist!” Who was this Angel, this Prophet, this Soothsayer, or Drunk?
In summary of my first year as a worm, I have no summary as I have no memories
during this time, nor do I have memories from the womb; not even a single sensation of
touch or smell. And although I have seen several pictures of myself during my infancy,
there is simply no recollection. It is as if I was the equivalent of a functionless sponge as I
absorbed nothing of conscious value or memorable keepsake. I was the unconscious and
living dead! And outside of parental love, the street market value for my body parts or as
a suture dummy for a medical student’s practice, my value was null. In fact, by nature’s
law, I was nothing more than a parasite to my mother and the community. I had nothing
to offer, but needed everything in return. However, I could provide one good meal for the
coyotes! One delicious meal! “AAhhhhoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”
CHAPTER 2
(1976)
SUBJ LOCATION: HOUSTON, TX.
UNRELATED EVENTS: UN COUNCIL ADMITS PLO, EARTHQUAKE IN
GUATEMALA AND HONDURAS-22,000 DEAD, APPLE COMPUTER COMPANY
IS FORMED, POPULATION CONTROL INTRODUCED IN INDIA, US
BICENTENNIAL CELEBRATED, JIMMY CARTER NOMINATED FOR
PRESIDENT, VIKING I LANDS ON MARS, EARTHQUAKE IN CHINA-242,769
DEAD, SON OF SAM EMERGES, FACE ON MARS RELEASED BY NASA,
LEGIONNAIR’S DISEASE OUTBREAK OCCURS IN PHILIDELPHIA, BIRTH OF
PUNK ROCK, IBM RELEASES LASER PRINTER, RELEASE OF THE SONG
REMAINS THE SAME by LED ZEPPELIN, POPULATION REACHES 4,159,100,000.
STOP
“A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.”
-Sir Winston Churchill, 1874-1965
My lungs stopped growing! And so did yours unless you were a premature baby and
needed steroid injections in your first month of life in order to develop your lungs to
survive. So as you could imagine, by self-evident implication, you were not meant to live.
But it was merely by way of Man’s god-like intervention that you survived.
My Head/Body ratio continued decreasing. In short, I grew into my noggin and my
anterior fontanels were almost closed. But yet, still no memories. Maybe they were
leaking out of the fontanels all this time? Or maybe there was still some form of
continuous neurological pruning going on?
My natural flora was still developing as well was my complimentary immune
system. This was Pseudo-Newtonian Law at work insofar as every bacterial action
against the body was countered by a reaction by the immune system. Although not
necessarily equal and opposite, it truly was a version of cause and effect as I crawled
around the ground, putting my fingers into everything from the ground to my ass and/or
someone else’s ass and finally back into my mouth. There was a lot of flora trading in the
hand-ass-mouth market for 2 year olds. It’s big business. The oil trade dulls in
comparison.
And although I personally don’t remember this either, my father recalls one of my
first devious episodes. While posing on my elbows on the edge of a hotel pool, my dad
said, “Okay now hold on, don’t let go,” as he backed up for this picture which still exist
somewhere in a box of old photos. After snapping my image and lowering the camera, he
claimed, “A new and mischievous grin” covered my face. “Don’t let go?” he said. Why
not? What would happen if I did? And with a mighty push, I launched myself into the
depths of the pool. Frantically, my dad jumped in after me and once I surfaced, I only
laughed.