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Guy couldn't beat Ted Cruz. What makes him think he can beat Trump?
"Perhaps one of the most important accomplishments of my administration is minding my own business."
Calvin Coolidge
He couldn't beat Ted Cruz in Texas, this doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to beat Trump in enough states to win the EC. Not saying this would happen but you cannot use his performance in red Texas to judge his potential in the other 49 states.Originally Posted by Anti Globalist
Just saying
Thought Oprah was shunned due to her ties to Weinstein scandal, does she still have any significant following/TV shows etc?
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Nope, nobody except for the people who still have cable and buy the special package the O network is on are the people who still watch her i.e. a small fraction of a fraction of those people who haven't cut their cable box.
There is quite a bit of precedent that can be looked at . If I recall Al Gore did not carry his home state but Bushes and Obummer did .
Do something Danke
Exactly, can u think of the last time the dems won the WH by carrying Texas?
He won't win. Too white, too straight, too male. He's a flavor-of-the-month and a media creation. He'll inevitably fade.
NeoReactionary. American High Tory.
The counter-revolution will not be televised.
Beto/Oprah 2020. They're bi-everything.
Make America the Land of the Free & the Home of the Brave again
https://www.reuters.com/article/us-u...-idUSKCN1QW26N
Some things you might know about Beto O’Rourke, the former Texas congressman who just entered the race for president:
The Democratic contender raised a record amount for a U.S. Senate race in 2018 and almost beat the incumbent in a Republican stronghold, without hiding his support for gun control and Black Lives Matter protests on the football field.
* When he was younger, he was arrested on drunk-driving charges and played in a punk band. Now 46, he still skateboards.
* The charismatic politician with the Kennedy smileis liberal on some issues and libertarian on others, which could allow him to cross the country’s political divide.
One thing you didn’t know: While a teenager, O’Rourke acknowledged in an exclusive interview, he belonged to the oldest group of computer hackers in U.S. history.
Members of the hugely influential Cult of the Dead Cow, jokingly named after an abandoned Texas slaughterhouse, have protected his secret for decades, reluctant to compromise his political viability.
Now, in a series of interviews, CDC members have acknowledged O’Rourke as one of their own. In all, more than a dozen members of the group agreed to be named for the first time in a book about the hacking group by this reporter that is scheduled to be published in June by Public Affairs. O’Rourke was interviewed early in his run for the Senate.
O’Rourke’s membership in the group – notorious for releasing tools that allowed ordinary people to hack computers running Microsoft’s Windows, and also known for inventing the word “hacktivism” to describe human-rights-driven security work – could explain his approach to politics better than anything on his resume. His background in hacking circles has repeatedly informed his strategy as he explored and subverted established procedures in technology, the media and government.
“There’s just this profound value in being able to be apart from the system and look at it critically and have fun while you’re doing it,” O’Rourke said. “I think of the Cult of the Dead Cow as a great example of that.”
An ex-hacker running for national office would have been unimaginable just a few years ago. But that was before two national elections sent people from other nontraditional backgrounds to the White House and Congress, many of them vowing to blow up the status quo.
Arguably, there has been no better time to be an American politician rebelling against business as usual. There is no indication that O’Rourke himself ever engaged in the edgiest sorts of hacking activity - breaking into computers or writing code that enabled others to do so. Still, it’s unclear whether the United States is ready for a presidential contender who, as a teenager, stole long-distance phone service for his dial-up modem, wrote a murder fantasy in which the narrator drives over children on the street, and mused about a society without money.
THE ERA OF MODEMS AND BULLETIN BOARDS
O’Rourke was a misfit teen in El Paso, Texas, in the 1980s when he decided to seek out bulletin board systems – the online discussion forums that at the time were the best electronic means for connecting people outside the local school, church and neighborhood.
“When Dad bought an Apple IIe and a 300-baud modem and I started to get on boards, it was the Facebook of its day,” he said. “You just wanted to be part of a community.”
O’Rourke soon started his own board, TacoLand, which was freewheeling and largely about punk music. “This was the counterculture: Maximum Rock & Roll [magazine], buying records by catalog you couldn’t find at record stores,” he said.
He then connected with another young hacker in the more conservative Texas city of Lubbock who ran a bulletin board called Demon Roach Underground. Known online as Swamp Rat, Kevin Wheeler had recently moved from a university town in Ohio and was having problems adjusting to life in Texas.
Like O’Rourke, Wheeler said, he was hunting for video games that had been “cracked,” or stripped from digital rights protections, so that he could play them for free on his Apple. Also like O’Rourke, Wheeler wanted to find other teens who enjoyed the same things, and to write and share funny and profane stories that their parents and conservative neighbors wouldn’t appreciate. It was good-natured resistance to the repressive humdrum around them, a sort of “Footloose” for those just discovering the new world of computers.
Wheeler and a friend named the Cult of the Dead Cow after an eerie hangout, a shut-down Lubbock slaughterhouse – the unappealing hind part of Texas’ iconic cattle industry. Most CDC members kept control of their own bulletin boards while referring visitors to one another’s and distributing the CDC’s own branded essays, called text files or t-files.
At the time, people connected to bulletin boards by dialing in to the phone lines through a modem. Heavy use of long-distance modem calls could add up to hundreds of dollars a month. Savvy teens learned techniques for getting around the charges, such as using other peoples’ phone-company credit card numbers and five-digit calling codes to place free calls.
O’Rourke didn’t say what techniques he used. Like thousands of others, though, he said he pilfered long-distance service “so I wouldn’t run up the phone bill.”
Under Texas law, stealing long-distance service worth less than $1,500 is a misdemeanor, punishable by a fine. More than that is a felony, and could result in jail time. It is unclear whether O’Rourke topped that threshold. In any event, the state bars prosecution of the offense for those under 17, as O’Rourke was for most of his active time in the group, and the statute of limitations is five years. Two Cult of the Dead Cow contemporaries in Texas who were caught misusing calling cards as minors got off with warnings.
O’Rourke handed off control of his own board when he moved east for boarding school, and he said he stopped participating on the hidden CDC board after he enrolled at Columbia University at age 18.
Hana Callaghan, a government specialist at Santa Clara University’s Markkula Center for Applied Ethics, said that voters might want to consider both the gravity of any candidate’s offenses and the person’s age at the time.
Among the questions voters should ask, she said: “What was the violation? Was it egregious? What does it say about their character – do they believe the rules don’t apply to them?” If substantial time has passed, she added, voters should decide whether the person “learned the error of their ways and no longer engages in those kind of behavior.”
When he was a teen, O’Rourke also frequented sites that offered cracked software. The bulletin boards were “a great way to get cracked games,” O’Rourke said, adding that he later realized his habit wasn’t morally defensible and stopped.
Using pirated software violates copyright laws, attorneys say, but in practice, software companies have rarely sued young people over it. When they do go after someone, it is typically an employer with workers using multiple unlicensed copies. Software providers are more interested in those who break the protections and spread their wares.
CDC wasn’t of that ilk. Although some CDC essays gave programming and hacking instructions, in the late 1980s, the group was more about writing than it was about breaking into computer systems.
But its focus on creative expression didn’t mean there were no grounds for controversy. Like many an underground newspaper, the Cult of the Dead Cow avidly pursued it.
A CDC member who joined in the early 1990s had previously used real instructions for making a pipe bomb to joke about shedding pounds by losing limbs. Three teenagers in Montreal found the file, and one lost two fingers after he tried to follow the formula, prompting outrage.
Rather than remove similar posts and hide the group’s history, the CDC warned readers not to take the files literally and added a disclaimer that survives on its current web page: “Warning: This site may contain explicit descriptions of or advocate one or more of the following: adultery, murder, morbid violence, bad grammar, deviant sexual conduct in violent contexts, or the consumption of alcohol and illegal drugs.”
GRABBING MEDIA ATTENTION
O’Rourke and his old friends say his stint as a fledgling hacker fed into his subsequent work in El Paso as a software entrepreneur and alternative press publisher, which led in turn to successful long-shot runs at the city council and then Congress, where he unseated an incumbent Democrat.
Politically, O’Rourke has taken some conventional liberal positions, supporting abortion rights and opposing a wall on the Mexican border. But he takes a libertarian view on other issues, faulting excessive regulation and siding with businesses in congressional votes on financial industry oversight and taxes.
His more conservative positions have drawn fire from Democrats who see him as too friendly with Republicans and corporations. His more progressive votes and punk-rock past helped his recent opponent, Republican Sen. Ted Cruz, portray O’Rourke as too radical for socially conservative Texas.
But the political balance allows him to appeal to both main strands of political thought in Silicon Valley – a key source of campaign money and cultural influence.
O’Rourke credits the Cult of the Dead Cow with developing his thinking in a number of ways. Not least, he fought to restore net neutrality, the principle which prevented internet providers from favoring some content over others.
Enthusiastically supported by large tech companies and consumer groups, net neutrality was formally adopted by the Federal Communications Commission in 2015. The major telecommunications companies argued that it limited their ability to offer new services to content providers, and under the Trump Administration, the FCC overturned the policy in 2017. An attempt to legislate its reinstatement failed last year, although tech trade groups are still trying in court.
Hackers generally support net neutrality as part of a broader worldview that the free flow of information is necessary and good.
“I understand the democratizing power of the internet, and how transformative it was for me personally, and how it leveraged the extraordinary intelligence of these people all over the country who were sharing ideas and techniques,” O’Rourke said.
“When you compromise the ability to treat all that equally, it runs counter to the ethics of the groups we were part of. And factually, you can just see that it will harm small-business development and growth. It hampers the ability to share what you are creating, whether it is an essay, a song, a piece of art.”
O’Rourke’s generation of hackers, and the Cult of the Dead Cow in particular, also thought deeply about how to grab media and public attention for a cause or a laugh. Group members, for instance, tossed raw meat from a Las Vegas stage, distributed an essay called “Sex with Satan” and falsely claimed the ability to hack satellites.
That media sense echoes in O’Rourke’s political life.
As a congressman in 2016, while he and others were holding a sit-in at the House of Representatives to force a floor debate on gun control, the Republican Speaker, Paul Ryan, called a recess. That invoked the congressional rule that C-SPAN can’t broadcast from its House cameras when the chamber isn’t in session.
So O’Rourke began broadcasting the protest from his phone over Facebook, and the network aired that instead. The stunt drew attention to the majority party’s refusal to deliberate on the issue, and it showed O’Rourke’s willingness to upend convention.
During last year’s Senate campaign, O’Rourke’s staff took videos of him interacting with voters all over the state, editing several that went viral on social media. That helped O’Rourke raise more money than any Senate candidate in history despite refusing donations from political action committees. While losing his race by less than three percentage points, he drew in new voters and helped flip House seats and other races down the ticket.
While considering a presidential run, O’Rourke has gone on a multistate road trip and posted videos of everyday activities, even including a dental visit.
“Part of my success was being exposed to people who thought differently and explored how things work,” O’Rourke said in the interview. “There are alternate paths to service and success, and it’s important to be mindful of that.”
THE WRITINGS OF ‘PSYCHEDELIC WARLORD’
O’Rourke, too, thought differently. His CDC writing from nearly three decades ago, under the handle “Psychedelic Warlord,” remains online.
One article he wrote as a teen mused how the world would work without money. After changing the system, including the government, O’Rourke foresaw the end of starvation and class distinctions.
“To achieve a money-less society (or have a society where money is heavily de-emphasized) a lot of things would have to change, including government as we know it. This is where the anti-money group and the disciples of Anarchy meet,” O’Rourke wrote under his pseudonym. “I fear we will always have a system of government, one way or another, so we would have to use other means other than totally toppling the government (I don’t think the masses would support such a radical move at this time).”
Another t-file from O’Rourke, written when he was 15, is a short and disturbing piece of fiction. “One day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles…. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams.
“As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head.”
In another piece, he took on a self-proclaimed neo-Nazi who maintained that Hitler was misunderstood and didn’t personally want Jews killed. O’Rourke and a Jewish friend questioned the man about his theories and let him ramble about Jews and African Americans, an attempt to let him hang himself with his own words.
“We were trying to see what made him think the horrible things that he did,” he wrote in the file.
O’Rourke added that if readers wanted to learn more about the subject’s Aryan church, they could write to the man’s post office box in El Paso.
“Surely,” O’Rourke wrote, “they’d appreciate some ‘fan’ mail.”
A RARE WOMAN IN THE HACKER WORLD
In addition to critiquing racism, O’Rourke tried to do something about sexism in the male-dominated world of hacking.
O’Rourke befriended a 16-year-old California girl who was a regular on TacoLand, and he put her up for membership in the CDC. With Wheeler’s approval, she got in, making the CDC one of a very few hacker groups of the time that weren’t all-male.
“I joined happily, honored, and proceeded to write crappy, horrific, 16-year-old bloody t-files,” Carrie Campbell wrote to friends in the group 20 years later. “I loved the community of smart people (and their girlfriends) to converse with and bounce ideas off of. The acceptance of my female gender is extremely rare in the hacker scene and I appreciate it…Somehow I ended up purely by accident as the only girl in the world’s most notorious hacker group.”
Wheeler kept the Cult of the Dead Cow small, with no more than 20 active members at a time and about 50 over the group’s life. It continues today. The vast majority have remained anonymous, though most of the core participants agreed to identify themselves for the forthcoming book, called “Cult of the Dead Cow: How the Original Hacking Supergroup Might Just Save the World.” Campbell and Wheeler were two of those who agreed to be identified as CDC members for the first time.
During O’Rourke’s active period, “we weren’t deliberately looking for hacking chops,” Wheeler said. “It was very much about personality and writing, really. For a long time, the ‘test,’ or evaluation, was to write t-files. Everyone was expected to write things. If we were stoked to have more hacker-oriented people, it was because we’d be excited to have a broader range in our t-files.”
O’Rourke wrote a few more essays before entering Columbia in 1991. The introduction of internet service providers and Web browsers in the mid-1990s wiped out most bulletin boards, but the CDC lived on.
Its writing moved to web pages that were hosted for years by a famed Boston hacking collective called the L0pht, with which the CDC shared four members, including Peiter “Mudge” Zatko, future head of the cyber security mission at the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. DARPA is the Pentagon skunk works created after Sputnik to create “strategic surprise” in international conflict, and it had launched the forerunner to today’s internet.
O’Rourke saw other members socially until at least 1997, just as the Cult of the Dead Cow was ramping up a run of five or six years as the most famous group of its kind.
“I was really at the margins, but I very much wanted to be as cool as these people, as sophisticated and technologically proficient and aware and smart as they were,” he said in the interview. “I never was, but it meant so much just being able to be a part of something with them…understanding how the world worked – literally how it worked, how the phone system worked and how we were all connected to each other.”
At the hacker conference Def Con in 1998 and 1999, donning costumes and rapping to a light show, the CDC released two tools to hack into computers running Windows. Back Orifice and its sequel Back Orifice 2000 were condemned as reckless by some. But the idea was to cause enough chaos and scrutiny to force Microsoft to work harder to secure its products, and the stunts worked, company veterans and outside security experts said.
Like O’Rourke, not everyone in the CDC pursued careers in the computer industry. Wheeler ran music venues in Texas and produced records in New York before turning to currency trading. Campbell is a freelance researcher near Seattle.
When Campbell left the email group for CDC members in 2006, she asked everyone to keep O’Rourke’s identity secret, because he had just been elected to the El Paso city council.
They did so, and a few stepped up in late 2017 and early 2018 to hold some of O’Rourke’s earliest out-of-state fundraisers for the Senate race. The first in San Francisco was co-hosted by CDC member Adam O’Donnell, an entrepreneur and a security engineer at Cisco Systems, and Alex Stamos, then the chief security officer at Facebook, who had worked under CDC members at a security provider in the previous decade.
Both said that technology was playing an increasingly fundamental role in national and personal security, the economy and everyday life, and that O’Rourke’s background in the industry, no matter how unconventional, would be a huge advantage in office.
“It’s really exciting,” Stamos said. “I have to support this guy, someone who has been active in this world since he was a teenager.”
Chris Wysopal, a L0pht veteran who founded tech company Veracode with a friend from the CDC, said he had been happily surprised to hear last year of O’Rourke’s history.
“We need people at his level who come from the hacking community and get it,” Wysopal said. “But it’s rare to see someone from that background have the leadership and communications skills. It’s hard to believe that we might even see a hacker run for president.”
Back during one of his college summers, O’Rourke crashed at Carrie Campbell’s house when his punk band toured her area. She saw him in 1997, too, when he was working at a New York internet provider and the CDC came to the Hackers on Planet Earth conference.
The next time was two decades later, at a Seattle fundraiser for the Senate race. O’Rourke singled her out in the crowd and told everyone she was a great person who didn’t complain that his band once had eaten all her cereal. But there was one thing he didn’t mention: how they met.
(This article is adapted from a forthcoming book by Reuters reporter Joseph Menn: “Cult of the Dead Cow: How the Original Hacking Supergroup Might Just Save the World”.)
I'd also add that hes a beta male.
"Perhaps one of the most important accomplishments of my administration is minding my own business."
Calvin Coolidge
The M5M wants you to believe he is a charismatic politician with the Kennedy smile
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HTML Code:_ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) THE SONG OF THE COW a poem by Psychedelic Warlord >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ I need a butt-shine, Right now You are holy, Oh, sacred Cow I thirst for you, Provide Milk. Buff my balls, Love the Cow, Good fortune for those that do. Love me, breathe my feet, The Cow has risen. Wax my ass, Scrub my balls. The Cow has risen, Provide Milk. Oh, Milky wonder, sing for us once more, Live your life, everlusting joy. Thrust your hooves up my analytic passage, Enjoy my fruits Provider of Cheese and other wonderful dairy products, We will cleanse your inner intestines. We will bathe in your Pungent Odor, Gather cotton. Count my eyes, Smell my skin, Love the Scarecrow and the Milkman. I live only for eternity, Thirst for the undrinkable. Hold the heat, Praise the dough boy at the pizza shop. Love the Oxen dung! =============================================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by Psychedelic Warlord 5/5/88-50 All Rights Worth $#@!
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HTML Code:_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) The True Story of Cult of the Dead Cow as told by Psychedelic Warlord >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ The True Story '/'/'/'/'/'/'/ Well, it was about 11:30pm on cold night in April of '85. I had just finished talking to Franken Gibe. I still kinda remember how it all went about.... FG "Hey Psyche! I just had the greatest idea for a new organization!" PW "Really? What are you planning on calling it?" FG "Oh... I was thinking of something along the lines of 'CCC'" PW "Which stands for..." FG "Comatose Cow Club... and I'm gonna write this book. But it'll be more like a bible for this CCC group. I think I'm gonna call it "Cow's Book". Pretty catchy, eh?" PW "Yeah... hey, why don't you call it Cult of the Dead Cow? I dunno... I just think cDc is more catchy. And then when you guys get famous, you can print dead cow t-shirts and place an ad in Maximum RocknRoll!!" FG "Ahhhh Psyche... you are such a dreamer! And anyhow, "Cult of the Dead Cow" Ha! Who would want to join a group like that? Oh well... talk to ya later." PW "Bye... but consider it, ok?" Well, about a week later, Gibe called me up again and read me "Cow's Book" (which he now thought would sound better as "Book of Cow"). FG "Well, whaddya think of Cow's Book... er... Book of Cow I mean... ?" PW "Well... you could liven it up... you know, maybe use Olde English. Use words like "thou", "hath", "thy", etc.... And maybe have a Roach at the beginning instead of a pig." FG "Yeah... I'll think about it. Oh yeah! I talked it over with Swamp Guy, and he said CDC is a cool name. I guess we'll change it to that. And in the Book of Cow, I'll revise it so the cow actually dies instead of just going in to a coma." PW "Great! Also, don't you think Swamp Guy should change his name? You know, something more catchy... like Swamp Rat or something." FG "I'll talk to him about it. Anyhow, thanks for the idea. Wow. Me, Swamp Guy, and you... all founders of CC... er... I mean CDC.... Kinda neat." PW "Nah... look, I'll keep undercover for about 3 years, and then I'll join.... I don't wanna get all the credit. Besides, you guys did most... well, a lot of the work.... See ya 'round...." FG "G'bye buddy.... See ya in a few years...." So that's the story of cDc. Sure, now I'm back in it, and write an occasional (VERY occasional) t-file that is put out by cDc, and my board is cDc sponsored.... But it's sometimes so hard to swallow my pride and watch as Swamp Rat ( <-- like the name!) and Franken Gibe control and reap the rewards of an organization I practically started on my own. ....sigh CultoftheDeadCowCultoftheDeadCowCultoftheDeadCowCultoftheDeadCowCultoftheDeadCo I'd like to thank Franken Gibe and Swamp Guy (ha) for letting me write this, and being great sports about it.... -Psychedelic Warlord _______________________________________________________________________________ Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321 Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606 Question Authority........715/341-6516 TacoLand II...............517/337-7319 Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668 =============================================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by Psychedelic Warlord 10/10/88-79 All Rights Worth... eh... you know the line....
Never attempt to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and annoys the pig.
Robert Heinlein
Give a man an inch and right away he thinks he's a ruler
Groucho Marx
I love mankind…it’s people I can’t stand.
Linus, from the Peanuts comic
You cannot have liberty without morality and morality without faith
Alexis de Torqueville
Those who fail to learn from the past are condemned to repeat it.
Those who learn from the past are condemned to watch everybody else repeat it
A Zero Hedge comment
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HTML Code:_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) Visions From The Last Crusade by Psychedelic Warlord >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ The catacombs of my head produce the most wonderful dreams and visions. I feel that I am one with my intellect and my soul. It was during these dreams and visions that I concocted a notion. It started as something small at first, but after every dream it grew stronger, until the urge had become too great. No longer could this strong desire in my mind be suppressed. Recognizing this fact, my one and only goal in life became the termination of everything that was free and loving. Only I could realize the true value of loving and expression. Only in my dreams. This feeling pervaded everything in my life, yet the first few months after realizing my goal, I had done nothing. Then one day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles. I knew, however, that this happiness and sense of freedom were much too overwhelming for them. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams. As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head. My dream was abruptly ended when I heard a loud banging on the front window. It was an old man, who was using his cane to awaken me. He might have been a witness to my act of love. I was not sure, nor did I care. It was simply ecstasy. As I drove home, I envisioned myself committing more of these "acts of love", and after a while, I had no trouble carrying them out. The more people I killed, the longer my dreams were. I soon quit my job, and stayed at my house in an almost comatose state. My dreams grew longer and more vivid. They kept me alive and proved to be the only thing to live for. I had killed nearly 38 people by the time of my twenty-third birthday, and each one was more fulfilling than the last. I was never really surprised at how I evaded the police. My dreams had taken over my life, and they guided me through the right path, and I never had need for fear of police. Or anything, for that matter. =============================================================================== (c)opy-write 1988 cDc communications by Psychedelic Warlord 8/28/88-73 All Rights, Of Course, Are $#@! In Their Worth
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HTML Code:_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) SEX WITH SATAN by Psycoe >>> A CULT Distribution.....1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ First of all, this file is dedicated to my late dog, Cindy, who without her influence, this file would never have been possible... ** This file contains explicit sexual material, so don't jack off on the keyboard...** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My life had been very boring and drab. My subscriptions to Penthouse and National Lampoon were about to expire so my life had no meaning. I had been working mowing lawns, trying to get enough money to buy a hard drive... since my ex-girlfriend told me that hard things were nicer than floppy ones. My parents were in California to attend Reagan political rallies. My dad posted a note on the local college job board that he needed a baby-sitter to watch his 15-year-old son and sit by the pool and suntan. We got many phone calls. My babysitter's name was known to me only as "38-24-36". The first days of my stay alone with the star of 'Debbie Does Dallas' were pretty boring (since it was that time of month and I am not a vampire). The third day of my stay, my baby-sitter sat down and told me that she had fantasies of molesting young 15-year-old boys who she babysits for. She then proceeded to fulfill our fate by sticking her soft hands down my pants and unzipping me. She took off the top and bottom of her two-piece swimsuit, then leaned over and told me she wanted to whisper sweet nothings in my rear. She told me she had seen this on a Cheech and Chong movie. I naturally went along with the fantasy. She took off my pants and placed my 'joint' into her vibrating mouth. As soon as she began to choke and gag, she turned her head up and told me that she had one more fantasy to fulfill with me. I said that I would do anything for her. She tied me to the bed with these handcuffs she had ripped off a $#@!ing pig cop. She proceeded to spank me and kept calling me 'bad boy'. Then, the little nympho took out a lighter and set my cock on fire and told me not to smoke. As I began to burn, I could faintly see her out of the corner of my eye, molesting my pet gerbil while smoking a banana peel (which happened to be my pecker). I saw a violent light, then a rainbow in the dark. I was dead and in Heaven. I, being an active atheist, didn't believe a damn thing about this. I saw some gates and opened them and proceeded to go through the bars. A man with a cane stopped me and told me he could answer any questions I had about Heaven. I proceeded to ask, "Sir, if I lived a good life and kept Kosher, helped little old ladies across the street, do you think I could get a cute little angel to piss on my face every Thursday night in Heaven?" The man immediately hit me in the balls with the cane and said, "There is no sex or corruption in Heaven, we all sit around and meditate while listening to Culture Club tapes." I said, "$#@! this $#@!, man, I absofuckinglutley don't want to spend my eternity in this *** joint." I then left the gates and jumped into oblivion through the clouds. I fell through the sky and felt the earth seal around me. I began to hear some faint music! I immediately screamed "Now this is more $#@!ing like it!" I took out my pack of Menthol Players and lit it from the fire still pertruding from my cock. A lady with extremely large breasts welcomed me into my new home. I saw men orgying in the fire-laden streets with beautiful women. I jumped on a 21-year-old woman and started banging her with my cock of fire. She stood up and screamed, "Why's your cock on fire?" I told her my plight and she told me to go to Satan's wife. I entered Satan's wife's house and signed the guest register. I ran up to her room where she was actively masturbating with a broom stick. I said, "Wow!" She looked up in ecstacy and and asked me what she could do for me. I blushed. She said, "Besides that!" I told her of my story. She said she could help me quench the fires, but I would have to pledge my life to winning over the virginity of young school girls. She placed my cock in her mouth and the fire was quenched by our joint ecstacy. I asked her what her name was in my last breath of passion. She said it was Lita Ford. I asked her if the lady who set my cock on fire back on earth was one of her followers. She said her name was Wendy O. Williams. I said "WoW!" After having another engagement of oral sex with her steaming clit, I was wisped away to the land of virginity and high school girls. I found myself in a private school for young, rich snobby girls. My new identity was Angus. I had no last name, but never questioned the intent of my master's wife. I first began to hunt out my prey with the high school cheerleaders. But, after noticing that they stuck to the floor while doing splits, I decided to go for less virile girls. I seduced a young girl whose face reminded me of an ancient memory. I took her up to my apartment and she said she needed help with her geometry. I showed her my obtuse angle and she showed me her acute one. As I tore off her bra, I noticed how undeveloped she was. I took off her greasy panties and began to tongue her love canal. She started to moan and said she couldn't believe I was doing that to her. I just told her to sit back and relax. As I licked her wet spot, I noticed her erect nipples and the tiny dew drops forming around her clit. I tongue-$#@!ed her for 15 minutes then started to push my shaft up her. She started to moan with pleasure. I proceeded to tie her to the bed with a pair of hot handcuffs which I had borrowed from Wendy. I forced my victim's head down over my pulsating dong. She began to gag a familiar gag. I let her head up for air for a moment. Then to my surprise, she stuck her tongue out and it was flaming. I said, "Oh $#@!, not again!" She set my dick on fire. As I proceeded to go back to my mistress in the underworld of sex ,I began to think of how good it would feel to get my pecker's fire quenched again by Satan's wife's cool pulsating tongue. I entered Hell for a second time and everybody greeted me with praises and started begging for vibrators to be sold in Hell for a lower price. I said, "Why ask me?" They told me it was all a test to see who would be the new number two. I began to understand, as I remembered the ancient lyrics of an Iron Maiden song named "The Prisoner." I lit another Players and proceeded to my master's flaming house in the depths of sex. I entered and Satan bowed down and kissed my hand. He said I am the new number two since he is getting a little too old to get his cock sucked on anymore by his wife. I took the position gladly. I realized my new position. I am SATAN! I have unlimited powers! I began to lead unsuspecting virgin girls to my domain. I conquer earth with my flaming nymphos. I proceed to climb up the ladder of Heaven and gangbang all the ladies there and say, "You could have been doing this all your life instead of living in misery trying to draft more people into your false faith!" I then pick up my brand new electric Gibson Challenger with new tremelo bar and customized locking bolts with the perfect distortion. I yelled the ancient and foreshadowing lyrics of my cumming into power... "I am the keeper of the Cock of Fire, And I command you to bend over, wench!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Hope you enjoyed this exercise in demeneted sex and probably to be one of the last few to have a 'Satanic' theme. -SR =============================================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by Psycoe 2/7/88-40 All Rights Worth $#@!
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