In 1981 Sun Myung Moon's message of unconditional love revitalizes an idealistic, embittered disabled veteran. But it's more a Bushido-flavored Imperial Japanese Caesarism than God's individual liberty. Broken on the rack of faith, Chris locks horns with victimocracy's blame game. He hits rock bottom then an agonizing but liberating rebirth from guilt, domestic violence, fanaticism, excommunication, shipwreck, a shattering depression, imploding faith, near suicide, and shirking.

Snarky. Exciting. An intimate insider's account. The first to analyze the nuts and bolts of America's Unification Church from its missionary and business trenches to its top leaders told by the shark's meal charging headlong down its gullet. Chris' 21-year odyssey gravels along from recruitment to serial rejection, street hack to lauded manager, livid victim to joyful victor.

If you were ever a Unificationist or some stripe of idealogue; a domestic violence victim or maybe a perpetrator; a near-suicide feeling crushed 'neath life's ironshod boot or love's heartless hate; or just can't stop shooting holes in your feet, this book might open your awareness to paralyzing, scapegoating victimism and a path of transitioning to your own life-giving victorism. It couldn't hurt.