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Last Thursday morning, as I was lying in bed with Ghost Rider, I opened my mail and found this masterpiece of crackpottery; it appears to combine elements of Christian eschatology, Scientology, and ancient-astronaut tinfoil-hattery, and it actually wouldn’t be bad as the background for a horror fantasy novel (except that the author appears to actually believe it).  I noticed the names of many other Seattle escorts in the address line, and I’m sure he also sent it to many women in other cities because that’s how these lunatics get their jollies:

A great number of spirits are transmitted sexually. The incorporeal ALIENS taught all witchcraft and occult knowledge.  They taught MAGIC, SORCERY, INCANTATIONS, CHARMS AND SPELLS…Spells can be used in calling upon or summoning a demonic spirit and may employ mind altering substances, sex rituals AND PORN.  Those incorporeal entities have been here on earth since days of old, when their forefathers, who were angels lusted after the daughters of men and came down to earth and took for themselves wives who bare a hybrid race of beings, who upon death, became the demonic entities.  The women also of these fallen angels became demonic sirens.  Another group of fallen angels is also here on earth.  Many people are unknowingly carrying out the agenda of the invisible demon aliens, who were thrown out of the heavenly habitat and are now earth bound…Illicit sex is thus a means of summoning the demons.  That is why today porn has an astronomical impact on the human race.  There are 12.5 videos of porn for every person on the planet.  Prostitution and Porn are now arguably bigger than all the world religions combined.  In 2017, pornhub site alone received 28.5 billion annual visits from porn pilgrims.  A total, 595,482 hours of video were uploaded to pornhub, the equivalent of 68 YEARS of porn if watched continuously and enough data to fill the storage of all of the world’s iPhones!  When watching and indulging illicit sex and or porn, one essentially enters into an altered and highly suggestible state of consciousness, making contact with the demonic aliens.  The porn or illicit sex triggered trance makes people wide open to the demonic entities that feed off of sexual perversion causing many people to be insatiable, addicted, aggressive, depressive and indulging in all manner of wickedness.  Just like many mind altering drugs, this ritualistic sex causes massive addiction.  Unlike drugs which many have to pay for, porn is freely available, because it is a portent weapon the illuminati use to further their evil agenda.  When porn went digital, the industry was consolidated and taken over by powerful shadow interests.  Those interests are represented by a handful of giant corporations.  These corporations make their money through big data.  They sell data to many corporations who take advantage of the entranced and highly suggestible porn users to advertise many things to them in billions of ad impressions a day.  In this way, porn users are prostituted to make money for many illuminati corporations.  The real masters and controllers of the illuminati are the demonic entities which thrive off of sexual sin and other related transgressions…

The thing I found most fascinating is that this bizarre and paranoid fantasy isn’t really much crazier than the claims made by mainstream anti-porn and “sex trafficking” hysterics who are quoted by supposedly-sane politicians, cops and rescue industry figures every day, right down to the exaggerated, mathematically-illiterate “statistics”.

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I know I’m the second coming of Christ, and I got a command from God to do it.  –  Todd Kincannon

The big news this weeks was of course the death of Aretha Franklin, so this week’s video is my personal favorite of all her many hits.  The links above it were provided by Dave Krueger, Brooke MagnantiThe H.P. Lovecraft Historical SocietyJesse WalkerWendy Lyon, and Mike Chase (in that order).

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Diary #419

Any week in which I see four of my favorite clients is a good one.  It was also lovely to take Jae out to Sunset for a couple of nights, and to spend the time mostly relaxing, eating, drinking, watching superhero movies, getting high and planning the next few construction projects (not in that order).  The place is starting to shape up; everything is still in considerable disarray and the list of necessary repairs and renovations is long, plus the dry season that close to the rain forest is very short.  But as long as I have enthusiastic and competent helpers and the money keeps coming in, we should eventually get around to doing everything I want done out there (which is more than I could have ever said for poor, lamented Avalon).  Now, last week wasn’t perfect; I didn’t get any work done on the new book, nor did I make much progress toward getting my overdue taxes paid; my summer anxiety is making it very hard to sleep properly or go for very long without drugs, and trying to get established with a new online pharmacy after my old one shut down has been an immense pain.  But I’ll take “didn’t get everything I wanted done” over “disaster accompanied by deep depression” any day, especially when all the nice things were so very nice.  And here’s to at least a few more months of that.

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You’re going to jail. Have a seat in my car. We’ll make shit up as we go.  –  John Kovach Jr.

Sometimes YouTube does an OK job of “suggesting” things that are actually interesting.  Sometimes.  The links above the video were contributed by Mike SiegelFranklin HarrisTim CushingTracy Clark-FloryJesse WalkerDave Krueger, and Angela Keaton, in that order.

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It was very heavy handed — and it was meant to send a message.  –  Michael Eymer

I like unusual song covers, but this video is just plain weird.  The links above it were provided by Clarissa, Amy AlkonJesse WalkerMike ChaseCharles HillFranklin Harris, and Mistress Matisse, in that order.

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It’s been over a year since I wrote a new story, but this one has been slowly growing in my head since late autumn of 2014, and it finally came forth week before last.  I’m just going to tease you with the beginning; if you want a copy, you can either buy it on Kindle or get a PDF copy by becoming a patron of my blog.  If you’re already a patron, you should’ve received a copy one week ago today; if you didn’t, please let me know.

Dane retrieved his knife from the body of the dog and began to carve as many choice cuts from the carcass of the wild cow as he thought he could eat before they spoiled; it wasn’t that much, but he figured he’d be in Korneg within a few days anyhow, and then he could buy all the food he wanted with the gold & furs he’d taken from that trader he ambushed last week.  The job was easier than he had expected; he congratulated himself on having had the good sense to let the dog pack do most of the work of butchery before he started picking them off from the top of the ruined tower.  He knew they’d be back soon, once hunger overcame fear of the rifle; still, half a dozen precious rounds were a good trade for an equal number of big, thick steaks.  It had been a long time since he’d had beef, since that excellent roast in Westover; maybe he should’ve stayed there longer.  But Dane was a cautious man, and he figured it probably wasn’t wise to stay in any city after he’d killed, even though she was just a whore; sooner or later the local warlord’s peacekeepers would’ve figured out which of the transients currently in town had done it, and his career would’ve come to an abrupt halt at the end of a rope.  Or something both much worse and much slower, if the harlots’ guild had caught him first.

Still, it had been a good stay while it lasted, and a profitable one; besides the rifle and ammo belt, some fairly-new boots and a little gold, he’d managed to steal a good horse on the way out.  That put Korneg within reach; though he was a strong walker, no human could outrun a hungry wild dog pack.  And since it was high time he left the Valley, that was now a necessity rather than just a preference.  He’d heard talk of Korneg for years…of its wealth, of the succulence of its foods, of the impregnability of its walls…and of the powerful queen who ruled it.  He had always wanted to see it for himself, but though Dane was no coward, he was also no fool; he knew that no matter how soft its beds or its women, he could not stay in Korneg long before his way of life put a price on his head.  Still, it guarded the only known safe pass to the Cities of the East, and that meant he had little choice but to visit it if he wished to remain free and alive.

The next few days were unremarkable except for the rain, but even that was a blessing because it meant plenty of water for both him and the horse in a season when good water was usually a concern.  It also meant he’d be that much harder to follow, in the event some bounty hunter had picked up his trail.  So all in all, he was in an unusually good mood when on the next clear day he spotted the stone pillars marking the edge of Korneg’s territory, despite the fact that they made him vaguely uneasy.  They were unlike anything he’d ever seen in his three decades of life:  five times as tall as a man they were, carved in the likeness of two huge serpents which coiled around and around until they ended in heads whose baleful eyes stared down at him, glinting like purple gems in the early afternoon sun.  It was obvious that they were intended as a show of power, and the display was a successful one; even in the heart of Ghezhel, mightiest city of the Valley, there were no comparable monuments.  There was an engraved tablet at the foot of the one on the right, but that was of no help to Dane since he had never learned to read.  However, the road beyond was well-built and well-maintained; he knew he couldn’t be more than a few days from the city wall, and he might even reach a trading post before nightfall.  So he set aside his disquiet and rode on, steadfastly resisting the gnawing urge to look back to see if the stone guardians were watching him…

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We will call the police and tell them he has a gun so they can come faster.  –  Shanna Swearingen

Prince was famously protective of his image, and videos of his performances never stayed online long (there are several dead video embeds on this blog because of it).  His estate has continued the tradition, if not quite as aggressively, so videos that stick tend to be things that aren’t official Prince videos.  Here’s a clever tribute to his songwriting prowess which gets around the banhammer by…well, see for yourself.  The links above it were provided by Conner Habib (“legit”), Mike Chase  (“serve”), Emma Evans (“Australians”), Tushy Galore (“bigot”), and Amy Alkon  (“prohibition”).

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