Yep. I did the thing.
I wrote a book. It’s called The Phallocrat’s Manifesto. And no, it’s not a joke. Well—it is, but not only a joke. It’s also a rant, a mirror, a Molotov cocktail, and a deeply unwise decision to say exactly what I think.
Let me be clear: this is not your standard self-help book or philosophical treatise. This is me, unleashed, uncensored, and unmedicated. It's the kind of book I’d want to read if I were tired of everyone walking on eggshells while the world burns.
I didn’t write it to be liked. I wrote it because I had to. Because the cultural conversation has gotten so cartoonishly dumb that someone needed to step up and say, “Wait, are we all just pretending this makes sense?”
What’s It About?
The Phallocrat’s Manifesto is a satire. Or maybe it’s a diagnosis. Maybe it’s a love letter to reason. Or maybe it’s an angry drunk screaming at the bar of civilization. Honestly, you tell me.
It takes aim at modern absurdities—from identity politics to corporate virtue-signaling, from limp ideologies to the kind of hypocrisy that’s so thick, you could bottle it and sell it as artisanal mayonnaise.
I’m poking bears. All of them. With a sharp stick. And I’m doing it with a smile.
Warning: May Offend Everyone (Equally)
If you’re looking for a safe space, this ain’t it.
This book doesn’t tiptoe. It marches in wearing steel-toed boots, slams its manifesto on the table, and dares you to read it without flinching.
But make no mistake—The Phallocrat’s Manifesto isn’t just a rant. It’s a smart, biting, often hilarious dissection of power, identity, and modern absurdity wrapped in deliciously reckless prose. It’s part satire, part philosophy, part comedy—and 100% unfiltered me.
Think Orwell and Bukowski had a child, raised it on South Park and Cioran, and let it loose with a laptop and zero regard for public decency.
Who’s It For?
If you’ve ever:
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Laughed at something you “weren’t supposed” to laugh at
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Wondered when common sense became hate speech
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Felt like society was being run by bots with anxiety
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Missed the days when being wrong wasn’t a criminal offense
...then yeah. This book is for you.
It’s also for people who like to think, like to argue, like to question, and—most of all—like to laugh at the madness of it all.
Why Did I Write It?
Because I’m tired of the noise.
Because I don’t believe in sacred cows.
Because I think laughter is the last honest act in a world built on marketing.
And because I’m a writer—which means I suffer from the delusion that words still matter.
What People Are Saying
Well… okay, no one’s technically reviewed it yet (it’s fresh off the digital press), but rest assured: if they did, they'd say something like:
"A brain-bending riot of insight and insanity. I threw my Kindle across the room, then picked it up and kept reading." – Imaginary Reviewer
"Offensive, brilliant, and hysterical. I haven't laughed this hard since I accidentally took my ex's edibles." – Someone in a coffee shop, probably
"Jim Athanas is either a genius or a madman. Either way, he’s not boring." – The author’s inner monologue
Final Thoughts (Before You Buy It. Which You Should.)
The Phallocrat’s Manifesto is not for the faint of heart, the easily offended, or those clinging too tightly to ideological purity. But if you like your books bold, funny, philosophical, politically incorrect, and a little dangerous—this is your next read.
Buy it, read it, argue with it, laugh at it, throw it across the room, pick it back up, and repeat.
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