Satanic glory days

It’s 1983, two years after my initiation into terror-driven hyper-reflection by The Exorcist. The Satanic Panic is reaching new levels is idiocy, and Gary Greenwald is the most astonishingly stupid, uneducated, and naive buffoon of them all. You can tell that he was not simply evil and lying like Paul and Jan Crouch, who were more concerned with money and gay sex (i.e., having it) than “protecting” children from demons. But this guy … it’s like one of the bumpkins in the audience who actually believe the shit that Paul, Jan, and Geraldo were spreading for ratings walked up to the stage, wide-eyed, and asked for his own show, and really did want to protect the children from danger. For example, E.T. was Satanic because it showed a non-Jesus entity with Jesus powers (levitating, healing by touching).

Satanic danger was very broadly defined in those days. Any ascription of transmundane powers to anyone except Yahveh, Jesus, the disciples, and Protestants that have properly prayed for it is “dangerous.” Why? Remember that in Judaism, God cares most of all about being believed in. Paul extends this supreme importance to Jesus, and the task becomes double: (1) Keep Yahveh alive by keeping him on your mind, and (2) believe that Jesus’ suicide gets you off the hook—and be appropriately thankful for this.

Given this context, we can see how idiots like Gary Greenwald thought that The Smurfs and E.T. were pro-Satan, anti-Jesus, and hell-delivering:

1. Sources of magical power outside of Yahveh and Jesus detract from the belief- and gratitude-energy that we owe to Yahveh and Jesus, respectively. So attributing helpful power to anything outside Yahveh (and feeling gratitude for anyone outside Jesus) is dangerous because it hurts them, and makes them want to punish you (possibly) now and (definitely) after death.
2. Acknowledging that helpful power has other sources invite these sources into your life or soul or space, where they will then either scare the crap out of you, or do you more favors, to elicit even more gratitude, and that would make Yahveh angry (see above).

The New Satanic Panic

The original Satanic Panic was pure—that is, it employed a horror movie-inspired conception of demons. They did what they did (i.e., helped you) in order to win souls for Satan’s kingdom in the Hollow Earth. This jaw-droppingly idiotic interpretation has now receded, and has been replaced by more tangible desires and goods: sex, money, power, and cinematic murder fun. Satan is not after seduction for the sake of winning souls, he is used by powerful men to have sex with children and gain political power. The Satanic temples are no longer full of bikers and druggies and metal heads, they are full of rich men who use the space for networking—blessed and enhanced by Satan. This is Frankenheimer-Kubrick version of Satanism. Now the hot teen girls are giving blowjobs in the lobby bathrooms of expensive hotels to men wearing Rolexes. And the Harley’s are now Ferraris and BMWs. And rather than worshipping Satan in the spirit of the fabulous Ernest Borgnine character from The Devil’s Rain, they use Satan to buy cars, women, or soldiers.

So the Satanic Panic is still with us today in the idiotic faith in the non-existent Illuminati and the Satanic rites performed at the The Cremation of Care ceremony in Bohemian Grove. Do you really think these bean counters and war-for-profiteers have studied Ficino, Pico, and Bruno? Levi and Crowley? Do you really think George W. Bush, an illiterate coke-head and binge drinker, would devoutly do anything?

We need to meditate on that. You cannot have non-participation and call people practicing Satanists. These oligarchs aren’t worshipping anything, and I can think of nothing more comical anyway. Ernest Borgnine was funny enough. If Dick Cheney, his nephew, held a cup aloft and said tenderly, “Satan … I love you!” who would be scared?

Without this kind of participation, you can’t call it a ritual. If they do have theater, (1) they are not the ones performing, and (2) it’s meant as decadent entertainment. In fact, now that phony rednecks like Alex Jones have made the accusation, if these gods have any wit about them they will do a Satanic ritual—to thumb their noses. Why not? What’s the point of being unstoppable if you can’t exercise it?

No—they don’t need more power. They are not church-going types. And some of them have too much education to believe in any mythos, especially the Christian one whose bankruptcy is proven by their ability to turn them against their own teachings so easily.

If anything, they are just spectators—clinking glasses and guffawing while 13 year-old escorts blow them while an effigy burns.

The ruling elite, politically connected billionaires, do not need to sacrifice babies or perform ceremonies. For what? They are gods among men already.

Anyway, before the New World Order became the paedophilic deep state of Bohemian Grove, America had to test its own depth of credulity for the inane. How much could we amp-up the ridiculousness in our Witchcraft 2.0 fantasies and still keep a straight face and show concern about something that we knew we ourselves were inventing on the spot? Scooby-Doo and Shaggy might believe it, but the rest of the gang would pull the mask off that old investor or oil tycoon and see that it was all theater. Is American the land of gullible Shaggys?