From i.stang@subgenius.com Sun Jul 12 01:57:36 1998

Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.binaries.slack

Subject: Stang X-Day Report #1

From: i.stang@subgenius.com (Rev. Ivan Stang)

Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 02:57:36 -0600

 

Stangian X-Day Report 7-10-98

 

Well, maybe you shouldn't oughta believe everything you read.

 

Aside from the obvious -- the world not ending, the Xists not showing up

and Dobbs skipping out, and me getting tarred and feathered and publically

humiliated like a sacrificial lamb -- it was the god damned best X-Day that

one could sanely hope for. Nobody got killed, and only the kooks that we

wanted to cull out ANYWAY didn't enjoy some of the purest Slack of their

lives.

 

"FAILED PROPHECY"? SO WHAT?? Dobbs could flub the exact date for the next

200 years straight and *I,* for one, would MAINTAIN DEVOUT and

UNQUESTIONING, nay, perhaps even FANATICAL, faith in HIS WORD and HIS

PROPHECY. If Dobbs says the world ends JULY 5 1998, then SO BE IT! If he

changes his mind and it's July 5 1999 (like Nostradamus said), then "DOS

EQUIS" is THE DAY! If Dobbs happens to say, "Well, I decided that the year

2000 has more of a RING to it," then TRIPLE XXX DAY is the Time of Arisal.

AS IF IT WAS UP TO YOU OR ME!!!

 

And there SURE seem to have been a lot of DUMB SHITS who thought it was up

to me. ME. I guess all that stuff about that "Bob" Dobbs dude went RIGHT

PAST 'EM.

 

But I understand. The Halfway SubGenii had to have a scapegoat when they

were disappointed. They never believed in Dobbs in the first place, so OF

COURSE it was that dastardly front-man and highly paid flak-catcher, Rev.

Stang, who got tarred and feathered and dunked and humiliated. FINE. At

least none may henceforth say that Rev. Stang himself couldn't take a joke.

I challenge ANY SINGLE OTHER SUBGENIUS to stand up to what I went through

last weekend while retaining any vestige of a shred of the dignity that I

did. Well, maybe I didn't retain much dignity. But at least I retained

water and didn't pee myself, not that YOU could see, anyway.

 

For the last year or so I've been quoting this one Dobbs line to people:

"The Mystery of X-Day may prove to be a lesson that some SubGeniuses

desperately need to learn." And, judging from conversations overheard by

Rev. Strange at breakfast Brushwood after the 7 am TOTAL ABJECT FAILURE,

several individuals DID learn that lesson and, PRAISE "BOB," probably won't

be SubGeniuses anymore. I bid them fond farewell and wish them the very

best of luck convincing a judge that a book with the word "LIES" written

all over every page, and the label "humor" (or "science fiction") on the

back cover, is worthy of a class action suit.

 

But above and beyond all that.

 

I keep getting feedback about this "8661" thing, the so-called "upside-down

bar napkin theory." HEY -- SORRY if any of you had to go to the TROUBLE of

actually READING your religion's BIBLES, THE BOOK OF THE SUBGENIUS and

REVELATION X, but last I heard from those two tomes, there were NUMEROUS

PROVISOS for possible X-Day rescheduling... and this "8661" theory is no

more true and certain than any of the other hypotheses that are being

advanced by the nerdiest SubGenius scholars and monks.

 

I don't mind being the fatted calf, the sacrificial lamb. I understand that

most of you super-geniuses have absolutely no real belief in "Bob" anyway,

no more than the average PinChristian believes in God or Jesus. Many of you

honestly believe that "Bob" is too good to be true, that there's only these

devious hippies and bikers who came up with the Truths by drug-addled

committee. FINE. You guys can "believe" or "pay" or NOT, I don't care. It's

the real SubGeniuses I'm talking to.

 

HEY -- I KNOW *NO MORE* ABOUT X-DAY THAN YOU DO. Sure, I'm more privy to

Dobbs' post-X-Day prophecies better than most Subs, only because those

haven't been published yet and I'm the Old Vault Keeper. But as far as WHY

or HOW or even WHETHER this X-Day was as bad a fuck-up as it appears to

have been, YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE. No doubt, for many months and

years the Bombies will be debating the ins and outs and

pin-head-square-dancing-square-feet-areas for dues paying versus

non-dues-paying cowboy angels... and maybe one of the explanations and

excuses for X-Day will make sense AND be right.

 

BUT GOD DAMN IT!!! DID YOU MISS THE VERY FIRST POINT OF THE VERY FIRST LINE

OF THE VERY FIRST PAMPHLET THAT DOBBS PUBLISHED IN 1979?? And I don't mean

"Still Only $1."

 

Dobbs said that the world ends TOMORROW.

 

The world ends TOMORROW.

 

THE WORLD ENDS, *TOMORROW* -- and you may die.

 

Now, I would venture to say that perhaps not every SubGenius has been

living as if every day was the last day of the rest of its life. And I

don't blame it. It's easier to act as if today was the middle day of the

middle of one's boring dumb shit life. But GOD DAMN IT, IT AIN'T!!! YOU

REALLY ARE GOING TO DIE.

 

EVERYBODY HERE, WILL DIE.

 

WILL YOU BE READY??!? ARE YOU RIGHT WITH "BOB"?

 

Or are you gonna let his little TRICKS throw you off track? Are you that

easily distracted? Will you accept such CHEESY, CHEAP special effects as

THIS SO-CALLED "REALITY"??? --ANSWER *NO, I CERTAINLY HOPE NOT!!!*

 

Dobbs SAID you were gonna not only HAVE that whole god damned cake shoved

into your face by topless sexy waiters, but that you would ALSO GET TO EAT

IT TOO.

 

Well, maybe the delay in X-Day has something to do with that. Maybe Dobbs

convinced the Elder Gods that he could breed up some better stash, given a

little more time. Maybe the PACING was changed a bit to reflect YOUR OWN

SORRY UNREADINESS FOR RUPTURE.

 

 

On July 3, Dr. G. Gordon Gordon related to me this parable.

 

Two bulls are standing on a hilltop, looking down at a herd of cows down in

the valley below. It's a young bull and an old bull.

 

The young bull says, "Hey, Pops, let's run down there and fuck some of them

cows."

 

The old bull looks at the young bull and replies, "No, let's WALK down

there and fuck ALL of those cows."

 

Maybe that's what Dobbs is up to with this slight rescheduling.

 

IF NOTHING ELSE, we CERTAINLY have been granted BY DOBBS the PERFECT EXCUSE

to hold X-DAY DRILLS AT BRUSHWOOD EVERY YEAR UNTIL THE SAUCERS COME.

 

Did the JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES quit coming to YOUR DOOR just because their End

of the World happened to have fizzled out 6 or 7 times in a row? FUCK no.

Did Teacher Chen and God's Salvation Church give up just because God wasn't

on TV on March 17th? HELL NO! They just moved out of Dallas.

 

Well, my friend. I ain't gonna move out from Dallas. I ain't gonna close

down the PO Box. I ain't gonna stop whacking together Hours of Slack. "Bob"

really did sell it to me; I really did smoke it, all the way down to the

nub; and that truly SETTLES it, motherfucker, and I'm UP FOR SCORING

SHITLOADS MORE. As difficult as it is to believe that a PREACHER like J.R.

"BOB" DOBBS might LIE or FUCK UP, BY GOBBS, MY FAITH THAT HE CAN REMAINS AS

HARD AS A ROCK!!

 

LET the Discordians, Kibologists and Pink Human Race laugh at us. Most of

these are the same people who were already laughing at us for believing in

a Dallas millionairre that we had never met -- people who mocked us because

of our faith in a man that THEY think is made only of halftone dots. (Not

to bother mentioning that these same people worship dieties who haven't

even been PHOTOGRAPHED yet!!)

 

LET the especially "sub" of the SubGenii laff and laff and laff at us for

spending all that money and time getting our physical asses to Brushwood,

when we could have stayed at home like they did, watching X-Files reruns.

 

BOY, we must have REALLY FUCKED UP.

 

In fact, that's just what I was thinking every damn time those dozen or so

bitches stripped me naked, threw me in the pool and jumped in to smother me

with smooth-skinned humiliation and erogenous embarrassment.

 

I was thinking, "GOD DAMN, if only I had followed the advice of all those

REALLY REALLY SMART SUBGENIUSES who said how BAD it would be here! Then I'd

be SAFE at HOME in my BATHROOM, ALONE with "BOB"!"

 

I will admit that I was soundly trounced, totally humiliated, dragged

through the mud and shown up for the fraud, charlatan and one-nutted wonder

that I am. ON THE OTHER HAND... you know that common nightmare, in which

you find yourself naked, slogging through mud up to your knees, running in

panic without getting anywhere, while 400 people point at your dick and

laugh?

 

You know that nightmare?

 

Well, next time I have that nightmare, it'll merely bring back FOND

MEMORIES of a GREAT WEEKEND with TRUE FRIENDS.

 

AND... you know that DEATH shit? Well, when I was in that white limousine,

circling Brushwood campground, there was an insane maniac keeping pace with

the limo and pounding on the windows with the strength of a madman,

screaming that he wanted to KILL ME -- GUESS WHAT?!?!? *I WASN'T SCARED.*

That's right, ALL WHO WOULD MOCK STANG. HEAR ME. I was not SCARED at any

point during the entire X-Day Morn. I TRULY DO NOT FEAR DEATH, NOR YOUR

OPINION, nor even what anybody thinks of my dicks or lacks thereof. That's

one of the gifts granted me by my time in Church service. Nobody who has

taken as much LSD as me could fear death; and by virtue of my understanding

of High Unpredictability doctrine as detailed in Neuronicus 5:19, I also

TRULY CARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK. That is another thing that my WORST ENEMIES

have helped me to develop. I am not afraid to be thought a fool. At all.

There are many things that I fear (such as seeing other people on the edges

of bridges) but among the things that I do NOT fear are DEATH, THE DEVIL,

OR YOUR STUPID FUCKING IDIOTIC MAMMALIAN 3rd-DIMENSIONAL PRIMATE NOTIONS!

 

((NEXT: TAXES!!!))

 

So, considering, I'm actually pretty god damned proud of myself. And my

evil power only grows with the mockery of fools.

 

Not only that, but I LITERALLY MUST NOT TELL YOU of the things that were

for me the BEST parts of X-Day. The last laff? Heh. HEH!

 

**********

 

THINGS STOLEN FROM ME DURING X-DAY

 

MY HAT.

 

THE EINSTEIN'S SECRET ORCHESTRA PSYCHEDELIC SPACE JAM POSTER

 

My INWO/SubGENIUS GAME

 

My $40 BAG OF FIREWORKS.

 

I'll bet the same "Stangophile" stole all 4 items, all 4 of which held

priceless sentimental value which I shan't give that asshole the pleasure

of delineating. Rather, I shall now CURSE all those objects.

 

Let he who stole my GREEN HAT suffer every headache, every insecurity,

every worry about money that I ever experienced while wearing that hat. Let

every orgasm that I had in that hat be DENIED the thief.

 

Let he who stole that ESO Jam poster know that Nenslo and I, and Chas and

Michele and Dave of ESO, can create while half-asleep what you can only

steal while at your very best and most aware.

 

Let he who stole my INWO Game be the kind of person who steals, period.

 

Let he who stole my fireworks find those fireworks firing behind his eyes

during all future times that he most needs to sleep.

 

 

***

SOME MEMORY HILITES (transcribed hurriedly from a tape to a friend)

 

Thursday night...

 

After escaping from a dozen women who had forcibly stripped me and pulled

me naked into the pool with them, I walked the few yards to the pavillion

where the rest of the SubGenii were gathered. There I saw 300 men watching

another man describe what he thought Slack might be.

 

Onan, Jesus, Modemac, and Pee Kitty had jumped into the pool full of naked

SubGenius women when they heard the giggling and screams. BUT NOBODY ELSE

DID!!!! MOST SUBGENIUS MEN sat there and heard out David Lynch's admittedly

FINE ranting -- while a planet of naked women were beckoning to them from

OUTSIDE THE FRAME.

 

When we run these events we provide a "FRAME". You pay for that frame.

That's ALL you pay for. And YET, the BEST shit is OUTSIDE the frame,

happening RIGHT BEHIND YOU -- but you were looking up there where the

spotlight was POINTING, RATHER than at the AMAZING PERPETRATIONS OCCURING

PRACTICALLY IN YOUR BACK POCKET!!!

 

 

We hardly saw Sterno during the Drill.... DAMN! I keep wanting to say

Drill. But... I guess it might as well have been a drill. The left horn

light on the helmet of the Queen of All the UFOs, DIDN'T start flashing,

and the Xists didn't show as planned -- that we know of.

 

SATURDAY NIGHT

 

SOMEONE ELSE RANTED AND BELLY DANCED!!! And she brought the house down! It

was incredible! CONNIE WALKED THE EARTH!! When my wife first told me she

had a little SURPRISE planned, I was worried that the SubGenii would eat

her alive. But she activated her teacher voice, and she had those

beligerent drunks eating out of the palm of her hand. They could NOT figure

what it was about, *I* didn't know what it was about, but when she suddenly

stripped off most of her clothes and started bellydancing, classical style,

the house went apeshit! For hours people were telling me, "FUCK you Stang,

you're the luckiest asshole in the whole universe!"

 

I was ruptured; I rode my escape vessel; and I achieved PURE ENSLACKMENT

with the most beautiful of all the sex goddesses. We made love as if our

very lives depended on it. "Bob" was gone, and it was X-Day. And I AM the

second luckiest guy in the world.

 

One of the roughest and toughest looking hombres there, a guy we've not

seen before, a guy who, like Legume in 1992, scared me at first, but by the

end I thought he was a REAL FUNNY GUY, from New Orleans, El Gordo -- he

said that after someone else did her speech and dance, and I hugged her and

kissed her, he got a big lump in his throat (and in his pants.)... coming

from such a wildman, THAT was a REAL COMPLIMENT. Some were happy to see

that family aspect brought out, amidst the hellfire and sinning.

 

****

 

MY TRADITIONAL SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKDOWN -- when I'd been sucked dry and had

to hide until the cathartic spew-release occured. I had to tell Bill T.

Miller I was bowing out of his show so that I might recharge until

X-Moment.

SUDDENLY, as I lay there in the trailer, vibrating, , the emotional

realization FOR SOME REASON sunk in that after 25 years of battle, I HAD

QUIT SMOKING CIGARETS!!! AND I cried and cried and cried. And then I cried

about everything else, all my blessings, and all my curses. And then I

found someone else with Nickie in the laundry room, crying, because someone

else thought I was gonna sleep through her performance... but we together

dragged each others' asses out there and DID WHAT MUST NEEDS BE DONE, NO

MATTER!!!

 

SUNDAY MORNING --

THE PUPPET SHOW

 

This was one of the things that didn't quite happen as planned. I performed

it myself for a crowd of 5 lads when I found the box of puppets while

helping with clean-up.

 

After the world had not ended, after not having slept in days, with Bobbies

pestering and questioning me while I proceeded with cleaning up and peeling

posters down, I pulled out the puppets and displayed them. I grabbed the

Elder God and the "Bob" puppet and acted out the Emaculation. I used the

Pinks puppets and acted out "Bob" trying to sell them on their doom. I

pulled out the "SubGenius" puppets and had them worshipping the "Bob"

puppet until 1998, when nothing happens, then I pulled out the Stang puppet

and had the SubGenius Puppets beat the Stang puppet. THE END. Only 5 saw

it. It was a spur of the moment thing, but at least those 5 and me will

remember that it was a pretty funny show!

 

I think the Church in general came out looking good; I came out looking

good; everybody came out looking good except the shitheads that came and

shat in the hot tub, and they weren't even SubGeniuses.

 

This year, the whole massive event was being covered not only by us

jackanapes with our Shakycams, but also by Tom and Richard, the actual real

filmmaker guys who'll probably turn the footage into a documentary on PBS

by which all future generations besides the READERS will know SubGenius.

They seemed like pretty cool Yetinsyny (albeit newbies) so I have high

hopes for the eventual use of this footage.

 

******

 

Yes, we want copies of all video shot and audio recorded during this event.

Those who send in copies of what they shot will be our friends.

 

****

 

I am going to go pass out now.

 

--

Copyright 1998 by Rev. Ivan Stang / 1st Orthodox Stangian

MegaFisTemple Lodge of People's Covenant Church of the

Wrath of Dobbs Yeti, Resurrected / The SubGenius Foundation,Inc.

PO Box 140306 Dallas TX 75214 / Fax 214-320-1561 / PRABOB

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