Blackwood: Fat-boy Pseud

Fat-boy Pseud (aka Genetically Modified Blackwood aka Tum-Tum Raspotnik aka The Failed Satanist) as been at it again, spreading his rants about the Order of Nine Angles all over the ‘Net, from newsgroups to blogs to forums, as if, like some troubled kid at Junior High, he is craving attention and jumping up and down shouting, “Look at me! Look at me!”

For years, Fat-boy Pseud claimed to have been involved with the ONA at “a high level”. Then, when someone from the ONA made mention of the fact that they’d never heard of him, he claimed he had “re-formed the ONA” and was now it’s leader. Then, when challenged to answer simple questions relating to ONA tradition, he – unable to answer any of the questions because he couldn’t find the answers on the Internet – huffed and puffed and changed tack again, and began claiming that the ONA was a “fake organization” which he’d, from the comfort of his untidy smelly motel room, had “exposed”. He even recently wrote that “Fayen” was a demon! Which yet again exposes him for the pretentious fraud he is.

His claimed “exhaustive research” into the Order of the Nine Angles consisted of using Internet search engines and viewing a few sites.

This is the person whose own fatuous organization didn’t exist before the days of the Internet, even though he claims it did while offering no proof – from books, newspapers, or whatever – that confirm or even mention its existence. This is the person who stupidly claims that the Order of Nine Angles is only an “Internet organization” while ignoring the obvious fact that the ONA existed well-before the Internet, as is well-documented in printed books and printed ‘zines and other material published and issued well-before “the Internet”.

This is the person – who claiming to be some kind of satanic “Master” – fatuously, and in his semi-illiterate way, advertised on an Occult forum for a girlfriend because he couldn’t get one in real life, despite claiming to possess Occult abilities. This is the person who begged people to pay to join his personality cult, and offered them a card for some “free gasoline” if they did. This is the person who claims that Satan speaks directly to him and has “chosen” him. Sure, bud – just keep popping them pills… This is the person who became – and who still is – something of a joke among Occult folk.

So, why bother with him, again? Because it’s good clean sinister fun. A good jape. Like a clockwork toy, you wind him up, point him in a certain direction, and watch him go…

Now, where did I put that clockwork key? Ah, here it is.

Fat-boy Pseud now fatuously claims that he “held a meeting in New York 2002…” with ONA members. Well, shucks, why would anyone even want to met him? Why would any such members – of a secret organization – answer such advertisements as Blackwood claims to have posted “all over the web” (so where are they in the archives, then?). Would Blackwood even have the guts to walk, at night, into certain areas of New York, such as Canarsie? Which is sort of where you’d get such a genuine member arranging a rendezvous just to make a point.

Fat-boy Pseud claims that his detractors “fail to attack my ideologies”. Hell, yes – because he’s got none! He’s never published anything whatsoever that relates to genuine Satanism – all he does is rant about others, post clichés, and make preposterous and pompous claims about himself. That is, he – like some teenager – constantly farts-off about himself but never provides any details about his “teachings” apart from clichéd cut-and-pastes teen-drivel taken from other Internet sites, such as stating that “A Satanic Individual is strong…”

So, here’s a challenge to Fat-boy Pseud – publish your original “teachings” which you claim your Temple of Suckers follows. We could all do with yet another laugh at your expense.

So, here’s another challenge for Genetically Modified Blackwood aka Tum-Tum Raspotnik – if you have done the “exhaustive research” into the ONA you claim to have done, What alchemical season is appropriate to Dabih and why?

For, if you have done such “exhaustive research” – sans Internet – you would have found the answer.

Now, let’s all sit back and watch Blackwood-The-Clockwork-Toy go, again. Until his rusty spring winds down, that is.