Members of Alcoholics Anonymous often refer to themselves as "friends of Bill W."
My mother often proferred that silly statement, and then she would refer to me that way with people she met out and about.
First of all, the idea that we can be friends with a dead man already smacks of stupidity.
Friendship implies life and fellowship, not merely agreement or affiliation with doctrine.
Second of all, Bill Wilson, the floundering founder of AA, did not have friends, as much as he found easy partners to join with his duping cult to take in victims and exploit them for his pride and self-gratification.
Bill W. cheated on his wife frequently.
He stole money from his fellowssship.
He lied about his claimed religious experience, when he had been hit around the head by members of the Oxford Group, another cult based loosely on the Bible, yet distorts everything to minister to the needs of a few greedy, thin-souled men.
Bill W. was not even sober, and his program has nothing to do with promoting friendship or community of any kind.
The bickering and back-biting in meetings is just atrocious. Frequent sexual assaults also take place in TGE halls of Alcoholics Anonymous.
The spate of suicides is just too much to calculate.
Not only that, but only five percent of regularly attending members every get and stay sober, and often only with the help of mind-altering drugs.
What kind of life is that?
What kind of friend would put suffering individuals through such a mess?
Someone who is not a friend.
Bill W. has no friends, because he never had any, never wanted any. He merely wanted to exploit victims for his own self-aggrandizement.
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