From email@example.com Mon May 25 02:05:06 1998
Subject: Fat Monday
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (THE Rev. Ackme)
Date: Mon, 25 May 1998 02:05:06 -0700
It is appropriate that today would be Memorial Day. Time to be with
friends and family and reminisce over the good times and bad that have
Because at sundown, local midnight, or 0500GMT (take your pick), it is the
beginning of the end. The Hebrews spent 40 years wandering in the desert
after they got OUT of Egypt, Jesus spent 40 days in the desert being
tempted by the devil before he could get IN to his three year rant. And
now it is time for the children of "Bob" to move into our Great
Already the visions have begun. The dreams, the hallucinations, the
bizarre weird thoughts that won't go away. Denial isn't working so well
any more. Meanwhile, the schisms, the fallings away, the internal
battles. But the real battles are internal not to the "church," or the
"foundation," or the website or the newsgroup. Those are just
manifestations. The real battle now is for the virtual cyber balls (their
hearts and minds will follow) of the Subgenii themselves. Who will stand
with "Bob" in her/his heart as the world crumbles around them?
Yes, Brushwood will be important, and, yes, there are a lot of us who are
broke, lazy, and/or intimidated by the whole thing and who will be there
only by the grace of "Bob" himself, should he so will it. But at the
same time, the saucers and the Love Goddesses are within us, wherever we
are. And make no mistake, like the birth of a baby, they WILL BE BORN!
Abortion and miscarriage are no longer an option. The answer isn't "out
there" anymore, if it ever was.
Remember that voice within you? Whether it was 26 years ago, or last week
when you first saw a pamphlet or a book or a website or heard a radio show
or saw a video or just heard some fropped up idiot ranting in a bar, the
voice said to you "Oh shit, no! Turn it off!" because you knew if you
learned more you would never be the same?
That voice is back and it is only going to get louder. The times are upon
us! Say your farewells, make the videos, the websites, set the cron file
to send out the final e-mail so that they will have an answer when they
are asked where you have gone.
And then just fuck em if they can't take a joke.
Game over, man.