I began this book in 2005 following legal issues, which directly influenced my current position in life. Consequently, I began to think, "Who are these people to judge me?" After all, the legal system is composed of a "Board of Directors" (judges and magistrates) established by voters within a community who have common standards of living for which they want upheld. These standards of living are founded upon both civil and moral codes from which they find comfort for themselves and their daily lives. Accordingly, these codes were passed down and modified from generation to generation, while always remaining deeply rooted in some fictitious higher being which they called "God;" i.e. commandments/law. However, their standards, civil and moral, are not my own. So I will attack it!
I was once a Marine, a biology student, a medical student, a criminal, a computer science student, a husband, a father of two children, then a divorcee and the father of two dead children. Now, I'm just a normal guy. I have no certifications, awards, titles, etc. Typically, I'm not even called Mister. I don't have a career, because I find it very difficult to keep a job. My longest job was the Marine Corps and that's only because I couldn't leave when I wanted to. Currently, my life revolves around my dogs as I have so much to learn from them. They have no shame and neither do I (for the most part). And this is the core of my problems. With that said, perhaps we'll cross paths one day as I ring up your movies or groceries, or perhaps, ask you for directions, but you'll never know just who you're talking to. You'll just initially think, "What a nice guy." However, really, 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!