And to prove it he stomps on a vibrator that he already owns while his collection of My Little Pony toys looks on.

 
Jonathan Bell, AKA Screaming Boy, first came to my attention via a VHS tape given to me in the mid-90s of the only two episodes of his Dallas, TX-based cable access evangelical program. He screamed a lot, talked (yelled) about Jesus, abortions, gays and how you were going to GO TO HELL! His favorite topics seemed to be abused children and how you were going to GO TO HELL. Twisted, twisted stuff. Picture a nelly blond Sam Kinison-type in a tux—and totally and deliriously insane—and you’ve got Jonathan Bell. Eventually The Daily Show caught up to Bell and did a memorable segment about him, but before that, the only information I was able to dig up about him, pre-Internet came from a “Kooky Kontemporary Kristian Kulture” zine called Snake Oil that is now online:

Upstart TV preachers flock to Dallas like young starlets drawn to Hollywood. So begins the story of Jonathan Bell who arrived in Dallas from Kingston, Ontario in early 1992 with a vision from God to start a television ministry. Accompanying Jonathan were Carrie Hart, a 71-year-old invalid and her 35-year-old retarded son. With the $1400 per month that the Harts received in government checks, the three got set up in a one bedroom apartment in the predominately gay Oak Lawn section of Dallas, and Jonathan Bell Ministries was on its way.

That first Texas summer, however, took its toll on the trio of transplanted Canadians. Their living arrangement had deteriorated to the point that on the night of July 28th, police were called to the scene of a domestic disturbance at the ministry apartment, whereupon Jonathan was hauled in on aggravated assault of an invalid.

The police incident report reveals a sorry state of affairs: Jonathan typically sent the Harts out early each morning on ministry errands, and they were expected back promptly at 9 PM. Being late, or not following instructions exactly resulted in a beating. Neighbors told police that they had seen the Harts with bruises and black eyes, and Harry Hart, the son, claimed that earlier in the summer Jonathan had tried to drown him at an area lake by holding him underwater by his hair. The Harts were given just a few dollars a month, and Jonathan got the only bed while they slept on the floor with no bedding.

Within a few days of Jonathan’s arrest, the Harts went back to Canada, and the charges were dropped.

This sordid little tale would not be worth telling if shortly thereafter Jonathan had not gone on to produce two of the most psychotic, disturbing religious programs ever made.

 
Continue reading Screaming Boy (Snake Oil)

 
It doesn’t matter so much that the prank and the reaction is obviously fake (maybe?), but that where it’s coming from is obviously not. And Rich Praytor is one of the best Christian celebrity names ever, like a prayer raptor !
 
via Milk & Cookies thx Chris Ward !

 
In the early 90s I wrote to every single one of the crazed loners and weirdo organizations listed in Rev. Ivan Stang’s wonderful book, High Weirdness by Mail. I mean to say that I wrote to every single address in that book. I wonder how many of his readers did that? I did, using a form letter. Some were returned as undeliverable, but most made their mark. I got some kind of goofy letter or package in the post nearly every single day for a year. The best were from these total hillbilly crackpot UFO freaks asking for donations to build out a “UFO watching porch” addition on to their mobile home They would also send me insane cassette tapes of channeling sessions where the aliens would speak through them and say racist and anti-Democrat shit!

I also got stuff from various televangelists, the best being a ‘prayer mat’ from Peter Popoff that instructed the user to kneel within the dotted circle, take out their wallet, place that in the circle, too and pray for money. The reader was told that Popoff and his father would also pray for monetary bounty to rain on their new friend. It was so fucking blatant—almost a joke—that only an absolute moron would believe it in. That was the point obviously. Someone with even a tiny portion of a brain would take one look at something like that and toss it, instantly. That person in the .00009 lowest percentile of idiots in this country WAS the target. I’m not so sure that the people sending in their donations got much out of Popoff’s and pere’s prayers for the gelt, but the reverse is certainly not true, I’d wager.

Some were more professional and upscale than most. Like an organization called Share International, started in the 1950s by a Scot named Benjamin Creme, now 87, a guest from time to time on the George Noory radio show. Share International’s mission is to herald the arrival of the world messiah Maitreya, variously described as a reincarnation of Christ, the Messiah, the fifth Buddha, Krishna, or the Imam Mahdi.
At one point Creme said that Maitreya was the representative of a group of beings from Venus called the Space Brothers.

Their letters and books were fairly well-designed and printed. They’d send me short books and newsletters about Maitreya’s imminent arrival on the world stage. From what I could tell, that seems to have been the message for nearly 30 years: HE is coming. Eventually, I guess Creme thought he had to shit or get off the pot, because in 1988 Maitreya was spotted and was supposed to be this guy, a supposed miracle worker seen in Kenya, (see picture above) but his arrival on the, um, world stage fizzled out apparently.
 

 
Here’s where it gets good: British Raj Patel, well-known economist and author of The Value of Nothing, was on The Colbert Report in January. Soon afterwards he began to receive emails from members of Share International, He was also paid a visit by two members of the group. Their mission? To meet the Maitreya… That’s right: Raj Patel.

Patel’s response: “I’m not the messiah… I’m just an economics expert!” The Sun got it right: This is The Life of Brian redux:

The confusion began after Raj, from Golders Green, North London, appeared on TV in January to plug his book on the global financial crisis, The Value Of Nothing. Two days later, Share International founder Benjamin Creme, 87, announced the chosen one his cult calls “Maitreya” had arrived, telling followers: “Maitreya recently gave his first interview in America. “The master of all the masters for the first time in human history himself came on a well-known television programme on a major network. But undeclared as Maitreya, just as one of us.”

Raj was mis-identified soon after as he shares many of the prophesied characteristics of Maitreya.

Both are dark-skinned, were born in 1972 and grew up in London;

Maitreya took a flight from India to the UK in 1977, which matches the date Raj flew back from a holiday there;

Maitreya would appear on TV and speak with a slight stutter - which Raj did on The Colbert Report show;

Frustratingly for Raj, it also states the Maitreya will immediately DENY his identity.

Raj, who was raised a Hindu, said: “I started getting emails saying ‘Are you the world teacher?’ Then it wasn’t just random internet folk, but also friends saying, ‘Have you seen this?’ It’s absurd to be put in this position when I’m just some bloke.”

Although Raj swiftly rejected his holy credentials, two devotees from Detroit flew 2,400 miles to meet him at a book signing in his current US home town, San Francisco.

Raj said: “They were really nice, straightforward people. They said they thought I was the Maitreya. They also said I had appeared in their dreams.

“I said, ‘I’m really flattered you came all the way here, but it breaks my heart you spent all this money to meet someone who isn’t who you think he is.’”

The cult was founded by Scotsman Creme in the 1950s. It believes that the 18 million-year-old Maitreya - who combines elements of Christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism and Islam - has been hiding in the Himalayas for 2,000 years. His arrival will unite humanity and improve life for everyone on Earth. Share International has its HQ in Amsterdam with offices in London, the US, Japan, France and Germany. Creme has refused to confirm or deny whether he believes Raj is his saviour.

Meanwhile Raj has had to remove contact details from his website and refuses to talk further about the Maitreya.

He said: “It frustrates me it might disappoint those looking for Maitreya that, in fact, I’m just an ordinary bloke.”

Patel reappeared on The Colbert Report, but refused to play along as if he really was the Maitreya.

But that’s what the real Maitreya would say, as Colbert adroitly pointed out.

Rule #1: Do not wear your teabag hat out in the rain.
 
John Avlon, author of Wingnuts: How the Lunatic Fringe is Hijacking America, writes of a scary new Harris poll that says volumes about the level of political literacy in this country. If this is to be believed, it’s appalling stuff.

From The Daily Beast:

67 percent of Republicans (and 40 percent of Americans overall) believe that Obama is a socialist.
57 percent of Republicans (32 percent overall) believe that Obama is a Muslim
45 percent of Republicans (25 percent overall) agree with the Birthers in their belief that Obama was “not born in the United States and so is not eligible to be president”
38 percent of Republicans (20 percent overall) say that Obama is “doing many of the things that Hitler did”
Scariest of all, 24 percent of Republicans (14 percent overall) say that Obama “may be the Antichrist.”

 
Peter Wyngarde was a wildly successful British actor who also happens to have made, at the height of his fame, the most unhinged and insane celebrity cash-in LP of all time. I’m sure Richard could more thoroughly elaborate on the man’s voluminous screen resume (The Avengers, The Saint, etc.), not to mention his childhood acquaintance with J.G.Ballard, but I’m here to say that the below uh, tune entitled “Rape” is spectacularly wrong and offensive on every level. Debauched libertine madness a go-go. Probably NSFW. I apologize in advance.
 

 
Special bonus : The opening sequence and a scene from his series “Jason King”

(Via GOOD)

Just when you think you’ve seen the far reaches of the Internet, well… you haven’t.

“Vore” art, which I discovered last night in one or another of the Internet’s putrescent stinkholes, is manga fetish art featuring animals eating people. Look, Internet otaku. FURRIES WERE BAD ENOUGH. Now this???

Good god, what’s the Internet going to look like after 20 more years of the fetish arms race?

From “Voreart”:

Vorarephilia is the fetish of being eaten, seeing someone else being eaten or eating someone. It’s all fantasy art. Nothing is or should be real.

You can find a lot of sexy art of this type on the web. This type of art will mix a variety of subjects together which makes it the most interesting type of sexy art out there. It’s sexy because you get a nice yin and yang mix of hot, sexy, gorgeous women all tangled up with slimy, very gooey, hungry monsters… a very delicious mix!

I have been a lurker for years and I finally needed an outlet. I am not much of an artist so I NEED these sites to keep producing wonderful vore art for my enjoyment. I support all websites that create excellent fantasy art. It’s a part of my life now and I really respect those who create this type of art. I needed a place to store my most favorite devouring pieces found over the internet because having it on my computer is just too risky. My family would just never understand this stuff unfortunately so must escape to my virtual world where I can be free! The goal of this site is to build more great art. I want to become the next hot vore extraordinaire! Keep in mind, this is only fantasy and imagination, I would get no satisfaction from any of this if it were real. That’s just really gross! I grabbed the above image from Voreville because I loved movie “The Beastmaster” the way it was originally. When they worked a sexy damsel into the scene I was so excited that I almost wet myself!

Girls snake feeding is my absolute favorite type of vore art. I love seeing that sexy silhouette wiggle inside the snake’s long body. Plant devourings is another favorite of mine. I enjoy it when venus flytraps capture sexy women and absorb them slowly. Spider wrappings is also very interesting. It’s more of an implied vore because spiders don’t really devour or swallow their prey whole. Sucking them dry is a nice way to imagine the act of eating. Mutant worm’s eating babes is great because it’s just like snake monsters eating girls, but it’s more slimy and sticky! There’s a few great sites that I go to ALL the time now and are a part of my daily routine. This is MY review of my most favorite erotic art sites.

(Voreart.com)

 
Why in the world would any respectable company want to associate their product with a sociopathic sack of shit like Glenn Beck? And what ad buyer at which advertising agency would be dumb enough in 2010 to tell their client they should be purchasing advertising on the Glenn Beck show?!?! Whoever sold TurboTax on the idea should be drummed out of the advertising business for good. What fucking idiocy.

Nice work over at the StopBeck blog. Note how fast it was for TurboTax to pull out:

On March 9th, TurboTax advertisements began running on Glenn Beck’s show on the Fox News Channel.  Participants in the StopBeck effort promptly sprang to action.  Less than 24 hours later, TurboTax announced that they would be pulling their advertisements from Glenn Beck’s show.

This brings the total number of advertisers to drop Glenn Beck to 120.  On a related note, the broadcast of Glenn Beck’s show in the U.K. has been running without any advertisers for over a month now.

TurboTax’s statement:

Thanks everyone for your feedback, & for reminding us of what we value. We’ve pulled advertising from the Glenn Beck show.

 
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the cinema… there’s Birdemic: Shock and Terror, which I maliciously tricked Jason Louv into seeing last night. But what I didn’t know—why would anyone know this?—is that James Nguyen, “The Master of the Romantic Thriller”™ who, uh, created Birdemic, actually directed an earlier movie in 2003 called Julie & Jack.

I haven’t seen it—and seriously doubt that I ever will—but apparently, Julie is actually dead and her brain and personality are stored in a computer. This is what Jack is all upset about. Apparently. (Note that actress Tippi Hedren is in both of Nguyen’s movies).