Goyim

By William J. Ryan

Goyim is about the beginnings of religion (All Relgions) and how it has morphed into what it is today. Per the Jewish religion, 98% of all people (Goyims) are not going to heaven. The 2% that are going, will go to heaven even if they don't believe in God. Regardless of your faith, and regardless of your chosen God or God's, the outcome is always to be the same... Armageddon. The face of all man's God's is but one, and that is death in his name.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William J. Ryan
• Release date: Apr 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370820269

William J. Ryan

I am William J. Ryan. I am in my 60’s, an autodidact (self-directed learner) and I am dyslexic. I not only suffer from trouble with letters, numbers and spelling of words changing on me, but structuring of sentences will sometimes be backwards. (Don’t worry; I hire someone to edit these stories before I publish them!) I write for the joy of writing, of getting an idea out there. I write in many different genres, children’s stories, historical fiction, fiction, science fiction, crime, and adventure, all the way to anti-religion. I do research on everything that I write about in order to try to be as factual as I can be. I have self – published 35 books and 22 screenplays! Self - publishing is a great way to start, but it is hard to get the audience’s attention. I am also the illustrator of all the artwork within each of my books and most of the cover art. You won’t find many authors out there that include artwork in their stories. More About Me Born in poverty, by white trash sperm and egg donors, my childhood was one horrific nightmare after another, that I would spend the rest of my life overcoming. Freeing myself from this extremely dysfunctional cluster of lost self-indulgent beings, by cutting off all contact with them, was the best thing I ever did. At an early age I chose not to have children for I was not given the skill to raise them and chose not to pass on the gruesome genetic dysfunctions that I had inherited. Writing personal painful events in one of my fictional characters is second nature and comes far far far too easy. In my early 20s, I discovered my reading and learning disability had a name, Dyslexia and I worked as an adult to overcome letters and numbers changing before my eyes. Later in life, as an older adult, I learned the power of reading and writing and became an Autodidact. This affliction never leaves the afflicted. I am glad to trade the curse of Dyslexia for the skills to invent and create people places and events that I see so clearly in my mind’s eye. Every story, every town, every person is 100% real to me and I see every picture on the wall, the view out the window, the streets and homes of the neighborhoods, making them all real to me and I hope the reader. Artfully crafted acquired skills, from a childhood trying to escape the insanity surrounding this small boy and his young developing mind, where he found himself. i.e. A clear example of a Dyslexic sentence. A short stent (seven years), in the criminal banking industry; where I saw V.P.’s change mortgage interest rates higher on loans, to increase the profits for the bank, cheating the customers. When I refused to participate, I was told, “I needed to think of the Bank First”. My response was “I will never do this.” I also witnessed V.P.’s instruct managers to create duplicate false files (and they did) concealing the crimes of the bank during a government audit, so they would pass. When I could find the courage to walk out, (without notice for they did not earn it) I did and changed my life’s path for the better, still looking for that place in my child’s mind, where people were honest, decent and truthful. All of my life up to this point, I could not face my tormentors, because I was beaten down so badly as a child. I finally found my voice and the inner strength to take the bullies in my life on,,, one at a time. With each confrontation, with each face to face battle, I have grown stronger and developed the skills to beat back the bullies of the world, exposing them for what they truly are. There is no one I will not attack back, fending off their aggression, their bullying of the weakest among us all,,, children,,, has become my single life focal point. At this intolerant unforgiving stage in my life, my understanding of man’s history, is continually being rewritten, removing the light of truth, so I pull further away from people. The worst being the so called God Fearing People, that believe they can do anything to anyone and God will forgive their sins so they can do it again. Every one of them has shown me the black oozing bag that is their soul. There is no helping them, so I stopped trying and recoil from the religious. The evil that all religious people do every day, in their God’s name, (genocide, rape of a child, land grab, slavery) show us all that their god must have horns and a pointy tale. This clear understanding of people and the evil that exist just under the skin, emerges in all my stories. A good writer should not create without understanding, but write what they know. I know this evil all too well and I can write and attest to it!!! Favorite Quotes (some) “Just because you are born in shit, does not mean you must stay there.” The quote is from a female pilot from WWII, instrumental in the development of the WASP, name unknown. “A man’s strength is measured by the strength of his enemies” Sioux These quotes are indeed very powerful. My list is very long and grows with every day. Each day I wait for them to come and kill me,,, the Deceivers that I expose. “Hell is other people” From the book NO EXIT by Jean-Paul Sartre 1944. The things he must have witnessed,,, as the Good German Christians gathered up the Jews (the god killers, Jewish Decide) for the slaughter. Oops did I let that slip? Yes the Nazis were unapologetic-ally Christian,,, Gott Mit Uns (God with us) was worn upon every German Christians soldiers belt as they justified their actions with words of Scrupulosity and its madness. Example; “Our movement is Christian” Adolf Hitler. These Christians are not good people and for me this quote helps prove it. “The waste,,, the waste,,, the waste.” These were the last words of the abdicated King Edward VIII of England. Somehow it seems to sum up the best efforts of man on Earth. “I am ashamed to say I am a member of the human race.” said by Charles Bukowski, August 16th 1920 to March 9th 1994. Words I hear in my mind every day as I see more atrocities of man and his foot print upon this small planet. I carry all of these words with me every day and use them to steer me from the rocky shores of others as I set the heading of my ship away,,, off into the setting sun,,, as I was born,,, alone. Personal Hero’s Ferdinand Waldo Demara Jr.; his skills of camouflages and moving from one life to another, immeasurably helped to guide me and re-invent myself for the better. It is with envy I look to him and his life, for he truly is,,, The Great Impostor. This is but a small window into my soul and reveals but a small part of what has made this man what he is,,, good or bad.

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Goyim

Written and Illustrated by William J. Ryan

Copyright 2018 William J. Ryan

Published by William J. Ryan at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

ChapterThree

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About William J. Ryan

Other books by William J. Ryan

Connect with William J. Ryan

For the Love of God

Chapter One

The Origin of the Gods

In The Beginning

When Life was a Joy

Before man needed God and

became Afraid to live and Afraid

to die.

All good stories have a beginning, middle and an ending. This story of gods is no different, and to start we must have some background on the gods. Now that is not to say one god but all gods that man has had to comfort him on his journey through life; and has tried to pass down its power and/or teachings to the next generation of weak minded people. Some gods had little success and other old gods have fended very well and are still with us to this very day.

When man was first clambering around the rocks, living in crevasses and caves, trying to keep safe from larger meat eating predators, the need arose for unity with fellow creatures like himself. Families grew because food was more plentiful, there was extra time to ponder life and to appreciate our fellow travelers. There must have been many gods in those times, as there were many more people starting to travel and populate the earth. Man’s need for guidance grew. What better way to control the flock or pod, than with the magic of god and the spread of the man-made mental disorder of the religious, called Scrupulosity. To look up into the sky and ask the gods to help explain the things that man just could not fathom.

This power was enriching to the first one that held such control over the masses. Some believing truly, that only they could speak to the gods, as others were in it (the god business) for just the power of control. Power hungry people got their start here, when might was replaced with bright, over the masses. The bright ones knew they would be cared for by the might ones and they would not have to hunt for food. Food and valuables would be given to the bright ones, for they knew the magic of the gods and could protect the pod from the boogey man.

As the gods were good to the people in the pod, the bright ones moved up in power and status, gaining such titles as The Witch Doctor, and other grand titles, as this magical power over the masses was passed on. Each generation had its new leaders, but passed on the old gods, sometimes making new ones along the way when the old ones let them down.

These pods of people grew in numbers and expanded their hunting grounds in search of more food. As their skills improved, the health of the pod improved and they became stronger. This power had to be controlled by the might, with the blessing of the bright and the weak fell into line.

Some of the oldest gods found thus far, are over 300,000 years old. The names are of little value, but their power