Thursday, April 25, 2013

Freebase Badminton Society = Article 2

For the empire of the Ages, we seek the light that lives in the darkness. True understanding only comes from the light that is hidden in the darkness. We will fight you in the streets, we will fight you on the rooftops, and we will fight you in the depths of Hell. There is nowhere that you can hide and we will not find you. We are the inheritors of the all-seeing eye. You cannot escape us.  Never surrender! Expect no mercy!

They stepped up to the door and knocked one by one. Each member of the Freebase Badminton Society reciting a prayer, a mantra, a magical incantation that would allow them entry into the chamber. Why they wanted to enter, I didn’t know. But, they did, and they preceded one after another saying:
Gentleman Usher, to whom were given the keys to the abysmal plane, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, so ardent for the glory of the great master, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, whose heart was pierced by one look from King Therion, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, who ceased not to grieve for having denied the Great Master, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, whose cheeks were furrowed by a stream of tears, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, who cried out, Great Master, thou knowest that I love thee, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, bound in chains for the Great Master, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, delivered from prison by Prince Nergal, pray for us.
Gentleman Usher, who rejoiced to suffer for the Freebase Badminton Society, pray for us.

These were the lowliest members of the Freemason Badminton Society. Their prayer to the Gentleman Usher had to be perfect. If they stumbled in any way, they were told to piss off and they were not allowed inside the chamber. They were sent home to practice.
“I am pure of heart and desire to wear the noble amour of obedience.  I will defend all that is holy from the corruption of evil. We thank you Chronozon, we thank you in silence. I touch my heart and praise the Great Master, Therion the King, the slayer of the Society’s enemies. His racket is mighty and the birdie shivers in fear."

The member of the Freebase Badminton Society practices the arts of death because he wants to be a good assassin in service to the chamber of the abysmal plane. He is a foot soldier for the abysmal plane. He is obedient unto death if necessary. He loves the Great Master and shows his love by killing the worshipers of the great lie. The worshipers of the great lie are the enemies of the Freebase Badminton Society. The great lie is that god came to earth to die for the sins of the world.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

the curse of science

Natural science undermined the credibility of the supernatural, but in the process shattered human dignity by reducing us to the status of clever animals living on an insignificant planet in the middle of nowhere.


You have evolved from worm to man, but much within you is still worm. Once you were apes, yet even now man is more of an ape than any of the apes.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


misnomer. If a commodity is a product, something that can be bought
and sold, then in what sense can the self be commodified? Without any
claim to being exhaustive, I want to discuss two possible meanings. A
first is that self-understanding is mediated by the consumption of goods
and images. In this sense, self-definition depends on the appropriation
of the traits of commodities. We know who we are and we judge the
quality of our inner experience through identification with the things
we buy. A second meaning of self-commodification involves the reorga-
nization of our personal lives and relationships on the model of market
relations. This adaptation is well illustrated by the recent practice of
"personal branding,” a strategy of cultivating a name and image of our-
selves that we manipulate for economic gain. Both of these meanings
of self-commodification concern the terms in which we define our-
selves and our well-being, and each has been facilitated by the loosen-
ing of self-definitions from specific social roles and obligations.

Should we be gods?

Should we "play God?" We might expect Humanists, having accepted that there is no divine creator, shepherd, and purpose-giver, to respond affirmatively. However, I contend that many humanists, though pro-reason, science, and technology, and though opposed to many religion-inspired dogmas, still fear their own Promethean urge to challenge the gods.

This fear shows itself especially in the common (though not universal) humanist reaction to the possibility of the technological achievement of physical immortality or agelessness. Many humanists, even if they grant the possibility of such a monumental scientific accomplishment, shrink from this prospect. "It's unnatural." "Life without death would be meaningless." "I don't want to live longer than my allotted time." Not only physical immortality, but also the acquisition of superhuman (or posthuman) intelligence and ability they view with fear and trembling. Many episodes of the humanist Star Trek series embody these attitudes: Transcending the merely human always brings disaster, starting with the 2nd episode, "Where No Man Has Gone Before."

Such tales smell as rotten to me as those of Icarus, Frankenstein, and the Tower of Babel: Humans should just accept their limits. Don't build wings! Don't build towers that penetrate the heavens! Don't try to conquer aging and death! Cure the sick, but don't strengthen the healthy! 

 Max More


The central idea of modern subjectivity is freedom, both freedom for and freedom from. Moderns proclaimed: away with all self-imposed boundaries that block free inquiry, freedom regarding religious belief and disbelief, self-expression, self-definition, autonomy, and development of all-around human potential! 

Transhuman Appropriations of a Nietzschean Theme