That exit move never works. I was in a car that tried that, but the douchebag driving was trying to get away from his ex gf's brother. Not surprisingly, a Buick Regal with 4 guys in it has a hard time outrunning a Mustang with only the driver in it. As a bonus, douchebag made the move on a day the road was wet, and it was one of those hairpin 25 mph curves on the exit. He slid off the road and broke both his front rims.
It was late at night, we'd been blowing up random things with a bunch of giant M80's we'd bought in Tijuana. The cops showed up and arrested us. Good times.
The only experience I've had that was close to this, I was the chaser, not the chased. Amateur hour road maneuvers like this? Pfff. Whatever. They only shook me when they took off up into Pisgah National Forest on an old dirt road and I started wondering - knowing most of those are dead ends - exactly why they'd be willing to draw me off into the middle of the forest. Decided it wasn't worth finding out what I wanted to find out. I had to back the truck a long way down the mountain just to get out of there. So annoying.
So, um, what was it that you wanted to find out?
What Wotan taught his son: the secret of doing without happiness.
I started to reply with something cryptic of the 'oh, it's so crazy, you'd never believe me' variety but such non-answers are bullshit. Therefore - at the risk of sounding like an escapee from an AWB story - it was basically like this: they were self-described Satanists taking credit for someone's recent suicide and a teacher (yes, this was high school) had asked me to follow them to get an idea of what they were up to. They spotted me and a chase ensued. It was way up the country and there wasn't much else to entertain us. They didn't know it was me chasing them and nothing much ever came of it. Tah-dah.
My stories are the stereotype of outlandishness? Hmph.
Just remember, you asked.
The only chases I've been a part of have been on foot and not serious.
Just remember, you asked.
And the answer was every bit as entertaining as I was hoping, for which I thank you.
self-described Satanists taking credit for someone's recent suicide and a teacher (yes, this was high school) had asked me to follow them to get an idea of what they were up to.
Jesus. Imagine the lawsuit situation if something had happened to you.
Yes. One of many things that goes unconsidered when one is 17.
OK, that's way too much spotlight for one night. Off to bed.
I believe that Satanists are in the category of "crazy weenies who are a lot scarier than genuine bad guys," since they don't need any real reason to cause trouble and think that life is like a video game.
I don't believe there are satanists. Though I hate illinois Nazis.
Bextyle in vegas,
Wrongsy
Some people think they are Satanists. I've known or know of a couple. One rather well-known Satanist was the tiresome, lonely, bored, depressed, boring neighbor of a friend.
Isn't boredom the leading cause of Satanism?
Poor Satanists. It's an awful thing to be caught up in someone else's unrequited love affair, particularly when one party is in error about who's failing to requite. I imagine Black Masses tend to devolve into bitchfests about not being appreciated.
"Christ and Christ's adversary the devil are mutually exclusive opponents, but in such a way that even the devil, unwillingly, must serve Christ, and willing evil, must ever again do good, so that the kingdom of the devil is always only under the feet of Christ. ... The world is not divided between Christ and the devil; it is completely the world of Christ, whether it recognizes this or not."
(Bonhoeffer, Ethics)
Both cause and outcome, in this case.
I have been told, though, that Aleister Crowley was an amazingly talented guy -- prominent in the mountaineering community, for example.
Not surprisingly, a Buick Regal with 4 guys in it has a hard time outrunning a Mustang with only the driver in it
Kinda reminds me of a movie I saw a long time ago.
Illinois Nazi's can kill you, as one who lived on our cousin's suburban street famously did in our neighborhood a few years back.
I find Satanism as a religious practice extremely difficult to take at all seriously. OH HAI, I IS AZRAËL.
On the crazy driver front, I nearly got hit on Broadway yesterday by a joker in a Mustang GT. He pulled a u-turn but accelerated way too much, lost control and spun out, leaving himself temporarily perpendicular to oncoming traffic. He needed careful treatment at the next light, because several drivers (including me) were laughing at him for being such a shite driver, which of course is a recipe for some road rage event as his burning embarrassment gets sublimated into aggression. So he zoomed off and a little further up took a right into a car wash, cutting a pedestrian off in the process. The car looked quite clean already, so I imagine he spends a lot of time getting unneeded car washes so he can impress 16 year old kids on minimum wage.
OH HAI, I IS AZRAËL.
This would make a great subtitle for a paper. Commenter, Goneril. "An Ontology of Heaven and Hell: OH HAI, I IS AZRAËL" Journal of Progressive Demonology, 1:108-127.
It was late at night, we'd been blowing up random things with a bunch of giant M80's we'd bought in Tijuana. The cops showed up and arrested us. Good times.
I feared you in high school. (And, now that I think of it, I think at least a couple of the yous in my high school were Mormons. Hmm. The Elders really need to relax the sex-related rules.)
Shouldn't the title and subtitle be reversed though? I could put in some gratuitous punctuation, too: OH HAI, I IS AZRAËL: An Ont(l)ology of He/aven and Hell.
Needs more parentheses and a reference to "hegemony." "Heavenly Hegemony"?
Paper Titles from the program of the first annul meetings of the interdisciplinary Unfogged Studies Association (USA).
at the risk of sounding like an escapee from an AWB story
I hear you: glummer and glummer under the relentless teasing and tickling vulnerabilities, as Nathan Ackerman would have put it, feeling like jumping out the window...
Oh wait, you're talking about weird stuff?
Oregon Nazis are 1-1 in the homicide stats. They seem to have been rising and falling in some kind of cycle for about 30 years.
I ran into some in an Irish bar 5-10 years ago, and they were far too real-looking. Martial-arts body-builder types wearing snappy biker-type fighting gear.
I think that Mormons have a sort of Rumspringa for guys. The ladies don't have that, but they can get married at 16 and fuck their brains out if they want. (Several kids in my HS class did that freelance without church input).
Hey DCers, I'm going to be in town this week (Sun-Fri). My schedule is a bit sketchy, so I won't suggest a meetup, but if there's anything going on where I might be able to join you, let me know. mypsued at gmail or five one two 484 seven zero seven three. Thanks.
Labs, Fontana. Uncocked: A History of Face-Raping from Hume to Hegel to Whole Foods.. J. Phlogiston, 2007:1-28.
I've known one person who seemed to be a sincere self-described Satanist - she was a serious corporate climber who adhered to "do unto others as they do unto you" as a guiding belief - but otherwise I believe 15 gets it precisely and wholly right.
A long time ago some Satanists attempted to do a spell or a curse or whatever it is they do against me. They told me this in advance, presumably under the assumption that the victim has to know for it to work.
I laughed and went on my way. We were all in our twenties, by the way.
Shortly thereafter one of them lost his job, the other one's girlfriend left him, and the third had a car accident in which his car was totaled, although he was fine. Satan apparently liked me far more than them. Ha!
but in such a way that even the devil, unwillingly, must serve Christ, and willing evil, must ever again do good
Part of that power that constatly wills the bad and does the good?
"constatly" to evoke associations with "statim" and "stets".
Thank god crazy driver guy didn't fucking hit you, O.
its a good thing that guy didn't hit you fucking.
One of my roomates in college was a Church of Satan Satanist. They don't seem to actually believe in Satan. They seem to be sort of generalized pagans or even atheists who just want to piss of the Chrisitan/think pentagram tats are cool.
I read the Black Bible and Anton LaVey calls the death metal type Satanists "Christian martyrs"
My favorite satanist was a founder of JPL, swindled out of cash and a wife by none other than L. Ron Hubbard, and blew himself up trying to replicate an Alistair Crowley ritual.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0156031795/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top/103-5007059-9339801
A bio of the loon mentioned in 42.