The Long Hard Road Out of Hell

deer, eating human feces, and dressing up in ridiculous outfits thinking that we would like that. I even found a way of getting around paying the $5,000 I owed for repainting my living room: by charging Interscope Records $5,000 for a spurious photo shoot.
    I didn’t miss the drugs, and I didn’t even mind the betrayals that continued up to and past the point when I turned the completed album in to Interscope Records. I had gotten used to defection, desertion, disloyalty and double-dealing, and I’d come to understand that I was bigger than all of that. It wasn’t that I was cold and uncaring. I finally knew what was worth caring about. For perhaps the first time in twenty-seven years, I now knew myself.
    This was because I had begun to see the world with new eyes, and to understand that the world was bigger than a studio in New Orleans, as was Antichrist Superstar . Everything and everyone who had tried to beat the album down had only made it stronger, more powerful and more effective. The album had entered the pop charts at number three, and now I was bigger than rock clubs, rock cocaine and feel-good rock; bigger than back stabbing, bullshit and shiny and/or happy people; bigger than rubber underwear, Willy Wonka, meat, Night Terrors Magazine , Tina Potts’s pussy and the First Baptist Church of Jacksonville; bigger than anyone who has ever worked out and bigger than most of the musicians I used to idolize. To some people, I was even bigger than Satan.
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fifty million screaming christians can’t be wrong
    [H IS] MUSIC IS MADE BY CRETINOUS GOONS [SINGING] SLY, LEWD, IN PLAIN FACT, DIRTY LYRICS . I T MANAGES TO BE THE MARTIAL MUSIC OF EVERY … DELINQUENT ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH . I T IS THE MOST BRUTAL, UGLY, DESPERATE, VICIOUS FORM OF EXPRESSION IT HAS BEEN MY MISFORTUNE TO HEAR.
    â€”Frank Sinatra, speaking about Elvis Presley

EXHIBIT A: OPPOSITION PROPAGANDA
    AFFIDAVIT OF
    [ NAME WITHHELD ]
    STATE OF OKLAHOMA
    COUNTY OF OKLAHOMA
    I [NAME WITHHELD] HEREBY SWEAR, AFFIRM, DECLARE AND AFFITT:
    1. I AM A TWENTY-YEAR-OLD MALE AND RESIDE AT [ADDRESS WITHHELD] O KLAHOMA C ITY , O KLAHOMA [ZIP CODE WITHHELD];
    2. O N T HURSDAY , D ECEMBER 19, 1996, I PERSONALLY ATTENDED THE M ARILYN M ANSON CONCERT IN D ALLAS , T EXAS;
    3. W HEN THE BAND TOOK THE STAGE THE FEMALE GUITAR PLAYER CAME OUT NAKED EXCEPT FOR VERY THIN, SEE THROUGH PANTIES . S HE DID THINGS TO HERSELF WITH A VIBRATOR AND OTHER THINGS . M ANSON BROUGHT A DOG OUT ON STAGE AND HAD INTERCOURSE WITH IT . T HE BAND ASKED THE CROWD TO GET ON THE FLOOR AND HAVE SEX . I HEARD THEM TALK TO THE CROWD ABOUT DOING RAPE ON YOUNG GIRLS AND BOYS;
    4. T HE YOUNGEST PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WERE NINE OR TEN YEARS OLD . D RUGS WERE CONSTANTLY BEING PASSED OUT FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK . T HE SECURITY GUARDS IN THE CONCERT WERE ENCOURAGING PEOPLE TO DO WHAT M ANSON ASKED THEM TO DO . N O POLICE WERE EVER IN THE AUDITORIUM AREA . T HEY WERE KEPT OUTSIDE . I FEARED FOR MY OWN PHYSICAL SAFETY AS THE CROWD WENT INTO A FRENZY;
    5. I SAW BAND MEMBERS HAVE REAL AND SIMULATED SEX WITH EACH OTHER . D URING A SATANIC CHURCH SERVICE M ANSON TALKED ABOUT KILLING ANIMALS AS A SACRIFICE, PREACHED FROM THE SATANIC BIBLE AND GAVE AN INVITATION TO ACCEPT S ATAN AS LORD BY COMING FORWARD TO AN ALTAR . H E THREW OUT SOME LIQUID SUBSTANCE OVER THE CROWD;
    6. I WITNESSED SEXUAL INTERCOURSE AND SEXUAL ACTIVITY BY PEOPLE IN THE CONCERT, NOT JUST ON THE STAGE, AND I SAW MORE THAN TWO DOZEN PEOPLE BEING TAKEN OUT OF THE CONCERT BECAUSE OF INJURY;
    7. I LEFT BEFORE THE CONCERT WAS OVER;
    8. F URTHER, YOUR A FFIANT SAYETH NOT.
    E XECUTED THIS 17TH DAY OF J ANUARY, 1997.
    â€”F AKE AND DEFAMATORY AFFIDAVIT DISTRIBUTED BY THE A MERICAN F AMILY A SSOCIATION

EXHIBIT B: TOUR DIARY
UNDATED
    People don’t keep journals for themselves. They keep them for other people, like a secret they don’t want to tell but they want everyone to know. The only safe place for your thoughts is your memory, which people can’t take and read when you’re not looking—at least not yet. I’m starting to think that if the Internet is the CB radio of the nineties, then the home computer is the trailer park of the soul, a dangerous tool in the hands of idiots. Eventually self-imposed fascism will destroy man as he convinces himself he doesn’t have to think anymore.
SEPTEMBER 1996, NEW YORK CITY
    None of us wanted to play this Nothing Records showcase