April 28th, 2012

atheist teacher

Adventures in Satanic garage sales

Hit a few garage sales and estate sales that were aligned along the leys between home and Trader Joe's. The first sale had a motivated seller... always a good thing. Amongst the DVDs were several volumes of Doc Marquis' series of DVDs informing the general populace about the Illuminati, their demonic helpers, and the coming Antichrist. Doc knows whereof he speaks, being an ex-member of the Illuminati who has since become a Christian and, defying the assassination attempts and the price on his head placed there by the Illuminati, lectures at churches and sells books and DVDs. I picked up the first one, mainly because it says on the back "Doc presents a thorough examination of the Illuminati Card Game, showing specific cards." Should I be surprised that there is also a 31 page forum post at AboveTopSecret on the prophetic nature of Illuminati Cards?
I also got a copy of Rosemary's Baby on DVD... Satan again.
However, I also picked up a copy of Steve Allen's Dumbth, which may be an effective skeptical antidote to all the Satan. Better yet, it's signed! The owner also put in some clippings and things. Steverino spoke and signed at a meeting of the Westchester Mental Health Guild. And that meeting took place on 5/5/2000, a day on which the earth was not destroyed by ice.
At one estate sale, their mini poker chips were more valuable than gold, so I had to pass.
And at the last, there were many pseudoscience books, from Uri Geller to astrology to alien abductions. But all I came away with was Hollywood Babylon, which also has a strong Satanism connection. Babylon is a dead giveaway, of course, but would it surprise you to know that the epigram before the title page is "Every Man and every Woman is a Star"? Of course not, since you certainly know that the author directed Thelemite/Satanic short films starring Anton Lavey and Jimmy Page.

I'm telling you... everywhere you look, there's agents of Satan, the Illuminati, and the New World Order. The important thing is to keep digging until you can connect them. If you can't connect them, you just haven't dug deep enough.

Saints Row The Third

I had basically no expectations going into Saints Row The Third. I didn't play, and I don't think I was even aware of, the first two incarnations.
In brief, it's basically a Grand Theft Auto clone. I'm not going to say ripoff, because ripoff would imply that they're making a cheap knockoff to capitalize. In fact, this is a well-made well-realized game. This is not to say that it is not gratuitously violent, sexist, and crude (because it is) but It. Is. Delightful.
I still think GTA San Andreas was the most enjoyable of that series, and it was the most playful and ridiculous. Saints Row seems to take play and ridiculosity as their starting points, and goes far beyond GTA. I basejumped off buildings and beat people to death with a giant purple dildo; I drove a tank straight out of Atari 2600 Combat and drove hookers around on 'dates'. I was embiggened and enlessened by this story.
I can think of no higher encomium than this. I received the Platinum trophy for acquiring all the other trophies in the game. The number of other games that I have meticulously acquired all the trophies for: 0.
This is the game that killed my first PS3, and yet I have no rancor toward it.
I bought the game, literally, on the same day that the developer, THQ, basically announced it was dead. It sounds like its death announcement may have been premature, but still.