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Author Brad Deep unleashes a fiery satire on readers, exploring the inner workings of religion in the book “GOD MOB.”
The Synopsis
GOD MOB: When Faith Met Firepower
They told you not to question. Brad Deep says, “Fuck that!”
What happens when a lifelong Catholic kid grows up, kicks open the church doors, and lets every skeleton in the sacristy come marching out?
Brad Deep’s first crack in the stained-glass window came in the first grade, sitting in a wooden box, forced to confess “sins” he didn’t commit to a man in a white robe. If God’s all-knowing, why the hell did He need a middleman?
GOD MOB is the full demolition — 33 chapters of scorched-earth satire, blasphemous truths, and holy hellfire. With the wit of Carlin, the fire of Hitchens, and the fury of a prophet gone rogue, Deep peeks under priestly robes, torches the gods of every religion, and rips the gold-leaf mask off the billion-dollar circus hiding behind the curtain of faith.
And just when you think the sermon’s over, here come the Nine Epilogues of Brad Deep’s Inferno—a final gauntlet of unfiltered, take-no-prisoners religious roasting designed to leave every altar smoking and every pulpit shaking.
One chapter for every year Jesus allegedly wandered the Earth—plus a few bonus chapters, because if everyone’s gonna make shit up, Brad’s cashing in too.
This isn’t theology. This is your Holy Exit—and the doors are wide open.
Read it if you dare. Or better yet… confess it.
The Review
While I have always been open about accepting all belief systems and authors who practice faith on my site, I’ve never hidden the fact that I myself am not religious. As long as no one tries to use my platform to preach, I am open to reviewing books that speak to a particular audience. Yet I’ve always made it known that I am not religious, having been brought up in a Christian faith and, since the age of 12, having distanced myself from that faith. Author Brad Deep hilariously and expertly crafts a book that resonates with me and highlights the particular hypocrisies of organized religion in general, in a way that makes me laugh and prompts me to take a step back to look at situations with a fresh perspective.
The book begins with a punch, immediately connecting the roles of figures like God and Jesus to a mob family, and quickly pinning the corruption on where it belongs: the people who propagate the faith and use it to gain fortune and power for themselves. The wit and elegance with which the author pierces the veil of these falsehoods and hilariously exposes the human element behind organized religion are incredible. There was a passage about halfway through the book that addressed a point that had always lingered in my mind, namely, how the rest of the population came into being when God only created Adam and Eve. They had sons together, highlighting the troublesome stories that became the foundation of the entire Christian faith.
The Verdict
Humorous, insightful, and engaging, author Brad Deep’s “God Mob” is a must-read nonfiction satire book on religion. The scorched earth humor and the way it breaks down corruption, human fallacies, and the twisted aspects of organized religion as a whole, as well as its impact on shaping our world, will keep readers invested until the book’s final pages. If you haven’t yet, be sure to grab your copy today!
Rating: 10/10
About the Author
Brad Deep doesn’t write to make friends. He writes like he’s swinging a sledgehammer in a library—loud, unapologetic, and bound to piss someone off. His pages drip with the kind of truth most people choke on, served with enough filthy laughs to make a nun sweat.
He lives clean—no booze, no smokes, no drugs—running instead on cycling, weight training, and five-finger solos that would make a drummer jealous.
When it comes to women, he’s old school: natural beauty or nothing. No dye jobs, no Botox, no filler, no bolt-on boobs. Ask if he’d live with a woman again, and he’ll tell you yes—but only if she’s easy on the eyes, smart, and he’s lost his damn mind.
