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Of course, I never knew the man, but I do feel a bit of melancholy (?) over his passing. 

He was an example of how 'differentthought' is treated by the bleating sheep. 

Demonized, otherized, locked away - far too dangerous. 

Bring up the name in conversation, watch the reaction. Is it warranted? Even reasonable? 

I catch flack for playing my hand close to the vest. I see how they are though... those dull, glazed over (ever dismissive, ever dead) eyes. 

I learned much over the years (Yin and Yang) in sincere study (not facts, but meaning). 

Goodbye Hillbilly Prophet. 


fnord Nov 20 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 8
Why do you think he hates me so much?  

...You can't Unknow the Truth.

Why do you believe his RETCON?

...All this time you've been his Pawn.

Back in those days, newbie praise.

...Do you read Lavey?

Please SIN JONES...

Can I call you on the phone?

I beg you...

I need you...

You're so pretty.

I really like your Acronym, 

Did I spell that right?

You can't unknow the Truth

SIN_JONES Oct 26 '17 · Comments: 8 · Tags: sin jones, zach black, truth
I was actually thinking about you lot over the summer, and just how many years of my life was spent conversing with some of you. Fun times. Drama filled, but it was fun. Regardless, it would be a lie if I said it didn't influence a significant part of my late twenties to early thirties. Some of you really lit a fire in me, and I only realised when I came back to check it out...

...and would you believe it was up and running again.

I would have called that shit "sinister" years ago. Now I just call it a coincidence.

So, I am glad nobody has snuffed it.

*Edited due to chronic marijuana induced mong face*

Mr_Scare Oct 12 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 5
Turns out I missed somewhat often interaction with some of you. 

It's nice to not have to start every. single. conversation at absolute ground zero. 

Don't have much more than that to say. I've grown accustomed to silence. 

fnord Oct 9 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 10
A little over a year ago, I said good riddance to Austin. I wanted out so bad, I felt like chucking a nuke over my shoulder and watching the entire rotten city light up in a mushroom cloud from my rear view mirror.

Between it being a college town and the center of a tech bubble, there were three major things I hated about the place.

One, the cost of living was downright obscene. So many people moved in over such a short period of time that rent skyrocketed. A shoebox with shitty plumbing and a crumbling foundation is $1500.00 a month in Austin.

Two, the unemployment is ridiculous. The area is glutted with the overqualified and people who need to get away but can't afford to move. There are licensed professional engineers waiting tables. It takes five years' experience to get a job mopping the floor.

It was only when I met my husband, from Houston, that I even realized this was a boomtown effect. I just thought it was nigh near impossible to get a job. I didn't even realize there were other places where you could just walk into a job. That was unreal to me.

Three, fucking liberals. Holy shit, every day there was a new nanny-state law. Ban everything that isn't biodegradable! Ban innovative new technology even if it has caused no problems because capitalism is evil, so there must be something wrong with it! The prevalent culture was suffocating, a pissing contest of privilege-checking and self-flagellation.

I was sick of it. I couldn't take it anymore. That city was crushing me. It was fucking ridiculous, busting my ass just to scrape by and be lectured about how privileged I was for it, all the fucking time. I snapped. I said, fuck that shit.

I applied for jobs everywhere, hoping to get hired somewhere in Texas, anywhere but Austin. Sure enough, I did. I waltzed right into a job making three times more than I ever did in Austin, steady and consistent, with fucking insurance and hour-long lunches and shit. It seemed surreal. I never had anything like that before. At first, I was ecstatic.

I didn't mind at all that my new job was in the panhandle. Yeah, the entire area smells like cow shit. (Seriously, go outside and it smells like you rammed your head up a cow's ass.) Yeah, you can drive for 90 minutes straight without so much as a gas station. Yeah, the population is 65% tweakers and 95% jesus freaks (there's an overlap).

But I raved about the reasonable rent and the lack of traffic. As a coworker said, "Who cares if there's nothing going on here?" (And there isn't.) "I have internet access. I'm good."

I thought I was good, too. I was wrong. I'm going mad.

I miss having people. I miss knowing people. I miss being able to talk to and hang out with people I actually liked.

My husband warned me I would. I said fuck it, I'm a misanthropic introvert. I don't even like people. People can fuck off.

But then, there were my people. There were the friends who affectionately gave me a hard time, that pushed me to push myself. There were the people I struggled with, who I grew closer to for sharing that struggle. There were the drunken hook-ups, the inside jokes, the fond memories, the quirky art, the shared open defiance of how much we all hated that town and loved each other.

I don't have that anymore.

I have my husband, and he has me, and day after day we wear on each other's nerves because we are each all the other has, and no one can be everything to someone else. When someone is the one and only person one can confide in, every little difference becomes more pronounced, drives you more and more apart, because there is no one else to fill those gaps.

The people here...they try to be nice. They reach out. They really do. But it only makes me feel more alone, because they are nothing like me. We are from different worlds. We're not operating on the same plane of reality.

I've been indulging in nostalgia, more and more and more. I've been pulling away from life. My memories, my fantasies, my dreams of going back to the way things were are more colorful and vivid. Reality seems bleak and cloudy and grey.

Things can never be as they were. I am not the only person who ran screaming from Austin. Half the people I knew in Austin left as I did, but now they're all over different parts of the globe. I think there's a bigger geographical spread between my former Austin friends than there is on this site.

And the few that remained? Their existence serves as a stark reminder of why I left, in case I am tempted to return. And they are lonely, too, because everyone else got out, and now they are struggling in isolation.

And even when I was in Austin, those precious memories were few and far between. When your twelve friends have one car between them and everyone is broke, fuck if we found much time or money to hang. Half of the fond memories are tainted with the sting of knowing that when you invited a friend to see that midnight showing of that indie flick at the Alamo with you, it turned out he was being evicted, and you felt guilty for trying to have a good time.

But this place is grinding me into a fine ash.

I traded one set of problems for another, and I can't even go back. There isn't even anything to go back to.

XiaoGui17 Oct 3 '17 · Comments: 10
Well hello again. Nice to see everyone is still alive. Should you wonder why I am here? Well, I won't be on here much. Regardless of who likes who or not we are part of the same school. I have to many irons in the fire to contribute here. 

In all reality just curious. I stopped posting on the 600 because of the mob mentality. Hopefully " Under New Management " is not the same as the last and this place will not spiral down like the last site. 

ZachBlack Aug 20 '17 · Comments: 16
The Charlottesville violence has brought out the best in us.  People are exceptional at coming together and drawing that line in the sand to do battle with evil forces.

We rally the armies of righteous indignation to wet our blades with the blood of our enemies and scream out in sanctimonious glee.  If you're not with us, you're against us and you will receive no quarter!

And so it goes on and on until we die. Death is the only true peace.

It is the nature of man to fight; to fight with nature, to fight with dark forces, to fight with himself.  Some put on a team jersey and are absorbed into someone else's conflict, while others take the reigns of the beast.

Only in the eternal struggle is there meaning.
Entropic Aug 17 '17 · Comments: 2 · Tags: othering, team sports, witch hunt, charlottesville
20 year old plows into crowd, the media reporting is biased as usual.

The right claims the left threw the first punch. The car assault occurred after the protest was declared unlawful.  The sight of protestors carrying torches and signs really set it off.  Then Antifa showed up Saturday morning with their usual activity. This also set off protestors that claim they were just using words up to that point but Antifa acted out by throwing gas and spraying people in the face with pepper spray.

What's done is done. The kid from KY is now in the midst of a civil rights case. People are angry or depressed and calling it Trump's fault for emboldening groups to be more forthcoming with their motives.

Meanwhile, Mccauliffe is in denial mode over the presence of Pro-White groups based out of VA.  They've always been here, they haven't been chased out as he asserts.  They rarely participate in violent displays, there's always a mix up with Antifa.  Though, the message appears to be enough to paint them the villains.

SIN_JONES Aug 13 '17 · Comments: 31 · Tags: conflict
Killing an idea takes more than destroying the system that houses it. The idea is dead when it is falls out of use. Some believe that not only is the system of Satanism decaying, but also that it is falling out of use.

The error in thinking here is that Satanism is an idea, religion, philosophy, or some other system of ideas.  The term Satanism is a description of a process, a state of being.  It doesn't require specific words, rituals, chants, artifacts, clothing, books, or organizations.

Satanism will die, but, even after every Satanist is dead, the spirit of Satan will burn on.
Entropic Aug 7 '17 · Comments: 7 · Tags: redundancy, beating a dead horse, spirit not ghost
My Review of the film:  "Are All Men Pedophiles?"  It's a bit long but it covers a variety of topics.  I tend to think as I go, I rarely, if ever, plan out what I want to say.  It's general thought vomit but you'll get the point.Incidentally, the producer Jan-Willem Breure fell under fire after its release on Netflix.  It didn't get much air play prior, aside a few showings at independent film festivals.  After it aired, blowback from the SJW's forced Netflix to pull it.  It was re-released but a shorter much edited version was made available.
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