The opinion of Satan’s concubine.

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On one of my last blog posts, a Satanist blog commented that I didn’t understand real Satanism.

I’ve read The Satanic Bible and I agree with the basic tennets or whatever. Be your own god, indulgence not compulsion, that sort of stuff, and that’s cool. I’m not really a LaVeyan Satanist, though, I’m just satan-worshiping. The satanist with a lower s, if you will.There are some things about Satanism that I have trouble getting behind, but I respect the philosophy.

This is not a Satanist blog, per se, it is a satanist blog.

In The Satanic Bible, LaVey makes the claim that Satan is an archetypal figure of freedom, rebellion, and independence, and I agree with that. I love that. I’m also pretty much an atheist, and I’m not really comfortable with lot of things about religion, and the Devil, especially where Milton’s concerned, epitomizes my sentiment towards theology.

I also have an interest in both the occult and that which is cheesy, hence my enthusiasm for black masses and ritual sacrifices. I’m kind of a witchy dude, I don’t know what else to say.

And even LaVey was ironic about the stereotypes surrounding Satanism. A favorite: one of the chapters in The Satanic Bible is titled “Hell, The Devil, And How to Sell Your Soul”.

That dude’s blog is pretty cool. Its called SatanicViews. Check it out.

Still the coolest satanic band.

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Okay, okay, okay. I finally have time to write this review.

I was wary when I went to see Ghost in Denver a couple of weeks ago. I had listened to it beforehand, and their new album, Meliora, is anything but what the title suggests. Their previous albums, Opus Eponymous and Infestissumam, in my opinion, are much better.

I was disappointed by the new album mostly because of the lyrical content. Their previous studio albums were rife with double innuendo and the risque, not to mention just plain sex. Like, listen to the way Papa E (I’ll get to his appearance in a second) sings. Its sexy and commanding and mature. By way of example, some of the instrumentals enable opportunities to wrap an arm around a lover.

A less important facet of my wariness was the band’s new look. At the prior concert I went to, Papa E was papal, in the style of those inversed black masses.

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Basically a Ghost show.

He contained himself, which made the song’s lyrics that more uncannily unholy. Because of Papa E III’s dancing, I was afraid the  The new masks of the Nameless Ghouls were kind of corny. They weren’t spoOoOoOooky enough. People expect spook.

I am not a fan of Papa E out of his gown. He looks good in it, he should keep it on.

I write all of this merely for the sake of my natural tendency towards criticism and bemoaning. In actuality, none of this matters.

It doesn’t matter, because Ghost needs to be dynamic. Their schtick is based in theater, and theater lives on variance.Despite my complaints, Ghost still does a great show. Its difficult to leave a Ghost show disappointed and they cannot always do the black mass thing. It is important to take the papal gown off of Papa E, or else every show will be the same.I mean, two women in nun costumes went on stage and administered unholy communion to the first row, c’mon.

A band only produces good work with diversity, or else it drops redundancies, not albums. Good job on not getting pickled in repetition, dudes.

If things go as planned I’ll be performing a ritual satanic sacrifice

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Ghost is playing in Denver in two days, and Hoss and I are going to go see them. In an unprecedented move, a friend of our’s mom bought tickets for us, for free, which is about the coolest thing I’ve experienced. All shall embrace the love of Satan.

Their last concert that I went to was metal as fuck, what with the background noise of crying babies and the opening act of King Dude.  We shall see what their new act is like now that their new album is out.

Hoss and I recently bought a vape pen, which will undoubtedly only add to the metalness.

Keep an eye out for a review in the next couple of days.

Usually, you say “symphony”, and I say “cacophony”

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I recently went to the symphony with Hoss, because we are oh so cosmopolitan. We did ourselves up, Hoss in a suave tuxedo, I in a hicky plaid shirt and bow tie. The show was at a church, which was a little too holy for me.

It was not so nearly impressionistic in actuality.

It was not so nearly impressionistic in actuality.

Dvorak and Beethoven were on the docket, the Dvorak being dark and Slavic, and the Beethoven full of joie de vivre. An old man sitting beside me who couldn’t see gave me a lecture on the necessity of perseverance. Besides the despicable affectations of genius that a viola player feigned by romantic lolls of his head, it was an enjoyable night.

There was an intermission, during which I ate a skewered marshmallow, brownie, strawberry snack with as much decorum as one can whilst eating a sticky, gooey spear.

The second part of the show consisted of the Beethoven. The symphony was lucky to share the stage with the Lehnert Trio, who are a pretty big deal in Colorado. Oswald, the father-husband-violinist, and Oswald Jr., the son-bassist needed to re-tune their instruments to the sounds of the spheres, but Doris, the mother-wife-pianist was on point.

When she took the stage, I was kind of astounded by her presence. She wore a blue dress-suit that sparkled in the lights above. In her silver hair she had a glimmering hair clip, with dangling earrings to match. She smiled at me when she sat down at her grand piano, which disarmed me.

She played fantastically with an energy that was fascinating to watch. She bobbed her head as well, not with affectation, but with sincerity of emotion. Her fingers pounded the keys like lightning bolts from the cosmos. Yes, exactly that. She played with the exhibition of a rock star, and the expertise of a craftsmen.

– Professor Rhadamanthus, Esq.

Bernie lives once more!

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I’ve moved into a new apartment while my Hoss was moving out of his. Sorting out the refuse that he didn’t want to bring with him to his apartment, he gave me a true gem.

Its a rasta man! He’s a little statue dude, all dolled up in red, green, and yellow, and he’s missing one of legs, which makes it even more beautiful. Even better, the reincarnated Bernie now comes with an ashtray, with a ganja leaf embedded in it.

UPCYCLE TO THE POINT OF REINCARNATION

My Internet’s all rainbow-colored so I guess I should write something

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So, I’m not sure what to say honestly.

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First off, cool, I guess. Good on the United States for finally starting to get its shit together regarding the whole putting federal chastity belts on everyone. I am glad for all couples who have sought to marry and now have that opportunity. I wish them well; let it be known that I do think this is a step forward.

However, I have other opinions on the matter. Let me tell a story.

Today, I heard a couple of people talking about the ruling. One guy said:

“Well, hopefully the gays can all just get along now.”

[May not be verbatim; it was heard with an ear filled with radical fury]

No. What the fuck does that even mean?

This is not the end of the battle. We have so much more to do. Especially if conforming to such a bullshit institution as marriage is considered an all-encompassing win.

I cannot support a stance in which the Supreme Court ruling is a good thing because it has the potential for propagating passive, hetero-normative queer politics.

“Radical Queer Will Not Assimilate”.

Drink up your champagne, but tomorrow, we have more work to do.