Confessions of a
thing you need to know about a master con artist
is that his mark, his sucker, his target
never ever realizes that he/she has
(they have) been swindled.
ultimate crook is the one who never gets caught.
He or she is either invisible to the public
is thought of as a respected member
and/or leader of the community.
an example, see the section below,
Confessions of a Con Artist.
Confessions of a Con Artist:
Imagine for a moment, that you have just
found the secret journal of a religious preacher
named Argy Rodes. Argy was one of
the minority of people who were immoral,
unethical, and would do anything to make a buck
except work to earn it. Here's the
essence of what you found in his journal:
When I was still in high school, I got
to thinking that the world out there was a
pretty tough place. My dad, on
the few occasions that I saw him, told me that
there weren't very many life-long, free lunch
counters, so I'd better start figuring out what
I was going to do to (in his words) "keep
my ass out of the gutter." I'm
not much for hard labor, so when my dad
also told me that working smart was better than
working hard, I actually paid attention to
I started looking for a
work-smart career. My dad was a
currier for one of the small-time, local crime
families, so I saw first hand that crime
attracted the attention of guys with guns and
badges and jails. I knew dad's
business wasn't for me.
I was sixteen, two important things happened to
me in the same month and when I connected
the two, a flash of lightning hit my brain.
The first thing occurred when a circus came to
town. I went there with my buddy and
lost all the money I had in a slick carnival
game. When my mom found out, she
just laughed and quoted P. T. Barnum,
"There's a sucker born every minute."
About two weeks later I saw the film, "Elmer
Gantry" which was about a vacuum cleaner
salesman turned tent preacher in the 1920's.
Talking and telling stories came natural to me,
so when I walked out of that theater, I knew I'd
found my career.
I started reading the
Bible and checking out local churches.
Mom thought I'd gotten religion and was pleased.
She started encouraging me. I never
mentioned that I didn't buy into the religious
stories because there were just too many things
that didn't make any sense. There
was, however, one thing that made really good
sense to me. I saw hundreds of
people giving money to people who talked about
God. As a test, I started making up
stories that I thought were so outlandish that
nobody would believe them. To my
amazement, many of my listeners would respond to
my stories with an open mouth stare and say,
The first time I got my hand
into a girl's panties by telling her she was
doing God a favor, I knew I was going to be a
king of the hill. At that point, I
knew that I was headed straight into the
religion business; not for Jesus, not for saving
souls, or for helping widows, but to make money;
to be a pillar of the community; to make
easy money; to be safe from those men with
guns and badges; to make lots of money; to
"live high on the hog," to have a big home with
servants, drive or be driven in luxury cars,
drink the finest wines, and have lots of great
Over the years, I've made
millions, hobnobbed with the rich and famous,
been invited to places that most people don't
even dream about, and had secret sex with more
beautiful women than anybody I can imagine
except perhaps rock stars and Hugh Hefner.
There are tens of thousands of dedicated,
kind, honest, loving individuals who are leaders
in numerous religious faiths and who are truly
working for what they honestly believe are God's
wishes. To walk among them, wearing
their costumes and pretending to be one of them,
has been, for me, so simple and so easy that I'm
amazed that I don't find very many others like
me. But then, perhaps there are
numerous others who are as good at the con game
as I have been. Who's to say for
sure what someone else's motives really are?
As my life nears it's conclusion,
there's one thing I can say with absolute
certainty: Religion is the home of some of
the greatest con artists on the planet.
I hold myself up as a shining, but still
invisible, example of a master of con artist.
I've lived my entire adult life in a lifestyle
at a level that is beyond the reach of 99.99
percent of the other humans on this planet and
never, even once, got caught at my game.
So the next time someone starts peddling
religion to you, look at his life style.
If he lives a modest life, he's almost certainly
genuine, but if he spends large amounts of
church money on himself, watch out.
My advice to the world is to simply offer two
quotes from Jesus: "Beware of the
wolves in sheep's clothing." and "By
their fruits you shall know them."
In order to believe
that there are no con artists
today's religious and political leaders,
has to be either, incredibly naive or
believe that Jesus was lying when
about wolves in sheep's clothing.
The best this author can add to the
above quote is
to invite you to apply two
rules to your life,
first question your
religious beliefs and
second, question every
decision that you are asked to make
triggers an emotional response in you.