I was more or less born into Christianity, with a mother that wanted the best; but at the time didn't know how much religion would hurt me. I was never a believer though, and at an early age I understood what a scam it all was: this submissive obedience to an abstract being up in the sky somewhere. How absurd, so insane!
Religion is the abuser, and Logospilgrim writes about that in Rascal, a Manifesto but also about the real, physical abuser. That “special” someone who made life a living hell. It’s a beautifully constructed, bordering to social-realistic poetry/spoken word, manifesto, based on the seven deadly sins - but using them as something positive, something that gives you strength instead of fear.
This is the story of the road to freedom, to that moment when you go from obedient sheep to an individualistic human god, and the result is both inspiring and powerful. Identifying myself as a individualist and satanist, I've come to the same conclusion as Logospilgim, as written on page 56: “There are no sins, and there’s no redemption”. It's a human construction, made to control humans and destroy minds, and Logospilgrim is one of the lucky ones who have understood that.
Rascal, a Manifesto is an emotional ride and after reading this book you will be a rascal too, trust me.