October 29, 2008 lists, religion

So you’ve decided to join a cult. You’ve dropped your belongings in the bin marked “stuff that we can sell once your spirit has been broken,” learned to call a guy who has fleas “master,” and started doing things like standing on one foot and chanting Tibetan bush-monk hymns in order to rebalance the earth’s energies. After a few months of this, when your guru brings out a goat and turns on the mood music, you may be sufficiently removed from reality to follow his suggestions.

As we discussed in Part One of our Top 10 Horniest Cult Leaders of All Time List, cult leaders, like the owner of a no-tell motel, know the power of sex. The 10 on this list directed — and in some cases continue to direct — their cults to various ends — some of them murder, some (not many) charitable work, some mindless time-fillers like pretending you’re a daffodil - but all of them have made a stop at the guru’s chambers for some private “insights” mandatory. They have libidos that were too large to be reined in by convention (though in some cases law enforcement may yet do said reining). Here they are then, the Top Five Horniest Cult Leaders of All Time!

5.) Jim Jones “Jonestown”: Jim Jones is best remembered as the charismatic nutcase who led over 900 people to their deaths via poison Kool-aid. What may not be as well known about Jones is the fact that he was also one incredibly horny tinpot dictator who led 900 people to their deaths via poison Kool-aid. In his book on cults, author Nigel Cawthorne writes that Jones claimed “that he possessed almost superhuman sexual endurance, technique and potency.” And as a post-coital bonus, he would isolate you completely from friends and family, convince you to join him as he set out to form some godforsaken colony and talk you into suicide. But first, a cigarette.

Jones’ secretary kept an appointment book for these encounters, and he did not discriminate when it came to gender. Jones called his liasons with male members “revolutionary acts,” though this Che Guevera of the flesh ran into trouble when he tried to spread the revolution to an undercover policeman in a public washroom. Jones, like Manson, and others on this list was also something of a voyeur and would orchestrate sexual performances… all in the name of the revolution you understand.

4.) Adi Da “Da-ists”: Adi Da has done more to inspire would-be mystics who are actually pursuing the more terrestrial goal of getting laid than most cult leaders. Born Franklin Jones, Da would go through more name changes than a convention of debt-dodgers, adopting among his monikers Bubba Free John, Da Free John, Dau Loloma, Da Love-Ananda, and later “Da,  Da, Da,” because he couldn’t get that catchy tune out of his head no matter how high he got with the yogic flying. Jones was a native of Queens NY, and though he may look a bit like Archie Bunker, the similarities end there. Da started using mysticism to get laid in — surprise, surprise — the 1960s. He was a thumb in the eye to the Eastern mystics who had up until that time been hogging most of the action.

Just listen to some of this from an Adi-Da friendly website (caps all theirs): “Avatar Adi Da has Given His devotees a way of relating to sex that is life-positive, non-puritanical and at the same time more and more ego-transcending and compatible with the fullest Spiritual practice and ultimate Divine Enlightenment.” A word of advice to guys taking yoga and/or meditation classes in the hopes of scoring: take notes — this guy is the master — when it comes to spinning a line that will get you laid, that is.

A less friendly website chronicled, among other incidents, one in which Da invited a couple into his room while he was drinking beer and smoking, poured the liquor out to both of them and said that the woman should be prepared to “commune with the guru.” Da scoffed at her husband’s objections, saying it was the all-evil ego at work and that he should liberate himself from such entanglements. Da? He helped the woman break free from her clothing. The cuckolded husband accepted Da’s explanation until he began to wonder why this revelation needed the assistance of a bottle of hooch to make itself known. Da was already down the fire escape by that point. Da-da-damn!

3.) Sun Myung Moon: Moon’s divinity stems from his account of meeting Christ in the Korean countryside. Jesus was actually asking for directions to the nearest jimjilbang, but given the language barrier it’s easy to understand how Moon made the mistake and began writing his own bible and later founding the Unification Church i.e. The Moonies. Marriage has always been a big part of The Moonie world — these days it mostly means a mass wedding where you’ll marry a complete stranger, with whom you might not even share a language, but back in the early days Moon was more hands-on. Back then, marriages in the cult were deemed invalid until the bride had the chance to, shall we say, see The Dark Side of the Moon. But cult sexing ain’t easy and soon there were simply too many new members for Moon to mount.

His next move was ingenious — he declared that his new members must refrain from sex for 40 days after marriage while the bride metaphysically sleeps with Moon. You’re a newlywed about to get it on with a perfect stranger who is now your wife and your main and most recent competition is essentially God who has been metaphysically pleasing your woman to the extent of her imagination. Check your manhood at the door, and consider yourself Mooned.

2.) Aleister Crowley, “Ordo Templi Orientis”: Born into the Plymouth Brethren and made to read bible passages at dinner time, Crowley decided at an early age that this sort of austere, Bible-thumping misery was just not on. He got his start early as one of the top all-time top sex cultists by schtupping his father’s maid, an act that once it became known to his mother caused her to dub him “The Beast,” as in the Book of Revelations/loose in the streets of Bethlehem sense. He dug that and used it on all his letterhead throughout his life.

He headed up the Ordo Templi Orientis and began staging elaborate and very well attended sex rituals, involving men, women and the occasional farm animal. He called his rituals “sex magick” and wrote a book of poems on sex that had one of the all-time least erotic names of any such collection, 1898’s “White Stains.”

Crowley was inexplicably popular with the ladies. Maybe it was the hat. He would sharpen his teeth to points and bite the wrists of anyone who took his fancy. This technique was effective — even as a bloated bald old goat he would still have women throwing themselves at him and he obliged. They then mostly went insane and were driven to the funny farm. Subject of an Ozzy Ozbourne song, pictured on the cover of the Sgt. Pepper album, Aleister Crowley could no doubt have kept on getting laid well into the 1980s — at least — had he not died in the gutter a penniless junkie. But still, Sgt. Pepper… Pretty cool.

1.) Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh (Osho): The late 1960s were good to horny cult leaders the world over and none more so than Bhagwan (which means “Master of the Vagina” — if there are any who would dispute his top billing here) Shree Rajneesh, who welcomed a generation of young western tourists in search of Eastern enlightenment with open arms and a soft, if crowded, bed. Those Western seekers handed over all of their worldly possessions — which barring the odd celestial silver dollar meant everything they owned — donned rose-colored robes, and participated in a form of meditation that was part three-year-old child throwing a tantrum  — participants were asked to kick, bite, and scream at one another to release stress — and part Club-54 — they were encouraged to have as much sex with one another as they could without dropping dead from the effort.

At the top of this pyramid of deluded sexed-up Westerners was Bhagwan himself. He stayed perched at the top of this lecherous extremely profitable empire until the 1980s when he underwent a Prince-like identity crisis. Perhaps looking for an image change, and tone down the fact that he would make Wilt Chamberlain look like an agorophobe he decided to drop Bhagwan, and simply call himself Gautam the Buddha. Likely realizing that this was a bit much, he settled on Maitreya (friend of the Buddha), then Zorba the Buddha, then that creepy guy who screwed a whole lot of people’s moms in the 60s, before finally settling on Osho. It is under this name that the profligate prophet’s teachings — what little there were that didn’t relate directly to mattress gymnastics — live on.

CLICK HERE FOR PART ONE OF THE TOP TEN HORNIEST CULT LEADERS OF ALL TIME!

October 27, 2008 lists, religion

Problem: You are an ugly, obnoxious sociopath shunned by society, even those parts of it with really low standards like the music business, BUT you still want to get laid. The options open to you are few and most of them involve sending money to a broker in Eastern Europe who may or may not be scamming you as he plays the role of cultural ambassador to his cousin Svetlana. The other option is to start a cult.

Throughout history cults have given the demented both a soapbox from which they can preach their babble as well as the ideal opportunity to get their freak on with the deluded folks buying into the particular brand of BS. When it comes to nailing confused strangers, even Club Med places a distant second to cults. If you’re looking to take over the world with your cult, the two most effective tools at your disposal are the strength of the philosophy you’re espousing and sex. Given that the philosophies of most cult leaders are moon-barking insane, sex then becomes an important part of cult life and can be manipulated in one of two ways – you can preach indulgence and “free love”, or you can insist that your members exert strict control over their nether regions, while observing no such control yourself. Either way, you’re getting laid.

Here then is Part One of our list of The Top 10 Horniest Cult Leaders of All Time — those who sexed up their cults good, some for cheap thrills, some for power and some, it would appear, just to give the rest of us some creepy mental imagery.

10.) John Humphrey Noyes “The Oneida Perfectionists”: Like everybody else on this list, John Noyes had an ego of polar-ice-caps-before-global-warming-like proportions. As a young man, he underwent a religious transformation, coming to the conclusion that he was “perfect” because he had surrendered himself to God and therefore anything he did came from his pure heart and was beyond questioning. What “perfectionism” actually meant to him was the ability to act strictly on impulse, with no regard for anyone else. “Upset I booted your poodle into the next postal district? You would be, you’re not perfect.”

Noyes went about “perfecting” things for the rest of his life. He found marriage to be in need of perfecting when the wife of a close friend made a pass at him while the two were out on a garden stroll. Noyes decided the best solution was to formalize the practice of bedding other people’s spouses, and thus the Oneida Community, a 300-person strong wife-swap spectacular, was born. Everybody became married to everybody, so the next time somebody got a bit frisky with ole Noysie on a garden stroll, all bets were off.

Despite being a colossal egomaniac and the kind of guy who outlines a great plan that results in him bedding your wife, he did actually do some good — apparently coining the term “free love,” a boon to retro 60s T-shirt sellers, and being one of the first to advocate “male continence” or what we might call getting off one station early… i.e. the pull-out method. He thus avoided having a massive horde of cult kids running around, whose presence, as any modern-day cult leader will tell you, is sure to send the Feds around snooping.

Noyes disbanded his colony in 1887 and, like many eccentrics before and after him forced to flee American law, he fled to Canada, to Niagara Falls, where he no doubt spent many a meditative moment comparing his own libido favorably to the force of that natural wonder.

9.) John Kilminster, Satanist (circa 1995): John Kilminster is the bored suburban dad of horny cult leaders. He is referred to in Nigel Cawthorne’s handy pocketbook “The World’s Greatest Cults,” as having been “a furniture-maker, chess champion and pillar of the local Conservative community.” Given that description, it’s not a great leap to also conclude that he was the kind of the guy who couldn’t get laid in a woman’s prisons with a fistful of pardons, so when it came to some extramarital frolicking, he needed to get creative. He went for it — founding the “English Church of Satan,” which he announced in the local newspaper. That he started his church by putting an ad on the same pages selling used lawnmowers and deals on roofing is ridiculous, that the cult’s first meeting took place at a Little Chef fast-food restaurant, and do-it-yourself werewolf kits were passed out to the assembled takes it to a level of farce that would not be seen again until the Nicolas Cage remake of “The Wicker Man.”

Still though, people did get laid. Kilminster promised free love to his attendees, so of course men came, but surprisingly so too did women. The highlight of club nights was when Kilminster would lie in a coffin while his followers pranced around naked under their black robes chanting for his “resurrection.” Once he had been sufficiently resurrected, Kilminster would pop out of the coffin and, just like in the Bible, an orgy would commence. It was all creepy fun and games until one of Kilminster’s acolytes accused him of spiking her drink. The case went to trial and he was exposed publicly — much to his chagrin as his wife hadn’t known anything about the cult till that point.

8.) Sathya Sai Baba (International Sathya Sai Baba Organization): With his big afro, long flowing robes and ability to vomit gold eggs at will, it’s of little surprise that Sai Baba rose to the top of the guru racket during the 1970s, and he continues to hold sway in Indian political affairs. The 80-plus-year-old Baba is renowned for producing objects out of thin air or, in the case of the golden eggs, from his own body. His followers call these acts “manifestations,” but you may know them as “cheap parlor tricks” that make him about as much of a miracle-maker as your uncle who always found a quarter behind your ear (and occasionally pocketed it, the cheap bastard).

Baba is viewed among his followers as an incarnation of Christ, a living god in other words, but for many the most blinding Saul-on-the-Road-to-Damascus revelation has come behind closed doors at the guru’s ashram. A BBC documentary (entire video available here) revealed that behind that placid smile and beneath that peaceable afro beats the heart of one horny, licentious operator. Baba’s modus operandi according to the sources in the BBC doc is to invite young men into his chambers — the invited are thrilled at the attention, until, that is, the Baba breaks out the massage oil, hikes up his robes and introduces his guest to the secret swami.

Much like the Catholic Church back in the day, the Sai Baba foundation has done everything in its power to silence these claims and dismiss them as baseless. Despite all of the vast and varied claims against him from around the world, and spanning from the creepy to the criminal in the case of some allegations against him, Baba seems untouchable. An article in Salon (click here) quotes a devotee of Baba, basically admitting he’s a perv, but arguing that “any sexual contact Baba has had with devotees — of whatever kind — has actually been only a potent blessing, given to awaken the spiritual power within those souls. Who can call that ‘wrong’?” Also, when Baba asks you to pass the loofah sponge, doing so is something in the order of a sacred offering.

7.) Charles Manson, “The Manson Family”: Charles Manson, likely the most recognizable nutter in all of cultdom, spent much of his early pre-cult years in prison where he learned the valuable lesson that men 5′1 in stature get raped frequently. Equipped with this knowledge, he sought ways to compensate for his pint size by manipulating and BS’ing those around him. Enter Scientology, which Manson studied in prison and which equipped him with enough mystical-sounding bosh to last him through many a long-night’s campfire-side acid trip.

In any other period of American history, a guy like Charles Manson would have went straight back to prison or he would have become an itinerant worker, going from roofing jobs to picking fruit off of low-hanging trees. This, however, was the 1960s, so when this disheveled looking psychotic troll started preaching his gobbledy-gook, there were many — mostly middle-class suburb-raised young women — willing to listen, and, more importantly to Manson, to shag anyone at any time. Manson would initiate his recruits with an LSD and sex session, later choreographing orgies. Manson became popular among Hollywood types for his ability to bring loose crazy women to parties, but what he wanted more than anything was to break into the music industry. His only problem: an utter lack of talent. Angered by this, Manson got progressively crazier, his orders eventually resulting in the famous Manson murders, which sent ole’ Chuckie M’ back to the Big House, and no doubt to the kind of loving to which he had once been accustomed.

6.) Reverend Henry Prince/John Hugh Smyth Piggott, “Agapemone — The Abode of Love” (1846-1927): A tie here for the two irreverent reverends who presided over Agapemone, Greek for the Abode of Love, or, as the B52s would have it, “The Love Shack.” As a young reverend in the Church of England, Henry Prince (left) believed that the voice he was hearing in his head was God, and took it upon himself to blast his congregation as ignorant and slothful. This being the 1800s, and with any form of entertainment being welcome, the people liked this and he became popular, but church officials, realizing he was insane, did not, and eventually gave him the boot. Prince then set up his first Abode of Love, appealing to well-heeled spinsters and unmarried women of the congregation. What started off in one house soon expanded to an all-out Shangri-La with Prince, his religious fervor mellowed by the good life, at the fore. Prince needed manual labour so he found some 200 men who thought of him as a living God to work the land. These poor slobs were given the privilege of being dubbed “saints”, while living in separate houses from their wives (and even they were the ones who Prince had passed on).

Prince told the faithful that he was immortal and with a lifestyle like his, he surely must have wanted to believe it, but, alas, one day he dropped dead. Rather than coming to the conclusion that they had been victims of a long and humiliating con, his supporters stuck together and a successor to prince, John Hugh Smyth-Piggott, was crowned.

The new messiah may not have had Prince’s religious roots, but he was every bit the horn-dog. Smyth-Pigott, who a historian remarked was “If not a sexual maniac, at least a man obsessed with sex in his daily life,” died in 1927, and the House that Love Built closed its doors shortly thereafter.

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September 19, 2008 Rants, religion

We’re Canadians, and while we may watch American movies and television shows, listen to American music, read a good many books from that country and peruse US-based websites, we still do our best to avoid paying attention to the nitty-gritty of what goes on in American politics. This gives us the pleasure of being able to express an opinion when there’s a joke to be made or a bon mot to be dropped, but does not force us to have one at the ready every time some loud mouth at a bar wants to solve the world’s problems over a beer. There are some issues though that we find harder to ignore than others, and one of the main ones in this year’s presidential race is the fact that someone on one of the major tickets believes the Flintstones was a forerunner in the reality TV genre.

Now, we’re not knocking Sarah Palin solely on the basis that she was brought in to pacify the religious kooks who fancy McCain a heathen radical. Obama cut ties with the nutter “reverend” who was acting as his “spiritual adviser,” but that was only because it was politically expedient to do so after years of filling that wackjob’s collection plates. Palin, however, is the only candidate on either side to supposedly subscribe to the idea of young earth creationism, which holds as one of its core beliefs the idea that man and dinosaur existed at the same time.

We say supposedly because the media has been oddly silent on whether one of the “Big Four” carries the kind of notions in her head that should disqualify her from guiding the dramatic arts program at a rehabilitation center, never mind being given the wheel should the aged man at the top of the ticket keel over while throwing out the first pitch at a baseball game.

Palin’s appearance on the scene has (rightfully) frightened so many people that her head has become one of the world’s most photoshopped (click here and, well, look up) and the reports on her have been driven more by a desire to run her back into the wilds of Alaska than they have good reporting (see here).

The UK’s News of the World for example ran the following in a column by Fraser Nelson: (No link available, but trust us, it appeared in the September 14 edition).

MATT Damon asks if US vice-president candidate Sarah Palin believes there were dinosaurs 4,000 years ago - suspecting her religious views mean she doesn’t. Palin goes one better: “When God gave the dinosaurs the ability to poop oil 6,000 years ago, he certainly didn’t intend for us to leave it in the ground,” she says.

NB: Dinosaurs died out 65million years ago. Ask her running mate John McCain: he probably saw it.

As much as we enjoyed this and the headline “McCain Saur It”, this little tidbit was actually “sourced” from the following article on Crystal Air Productions, a satirical website, which also reports on an environmentally themed car that runs on excrement and lets us know that John McCain has extended secret service protection to a polar bear.

What little legitimate coverage there has been of this has been worrying indeed. The UK Independent quotes a resident of Palin’s home town, saying that he had discussed her creationist beliefs with her while Palin was mayor:

“I pushed her on the earth’s creation, whether it was really less than 7,000 years old and whether dinosaurs and humans walked the earth at the same time. And she said yes, she’d seen images somewhere of dinosaur fossils with human footprints in them.”

Now, granted, this was just one guy, but we’re talking about Wasilla Alaska here, a town with a population of 5,469. This is the kind of town where not only does everybody know everybody, but everybody owes everybody else five bucks that they’ll get back to them next payday. One person in a town that small is equivalent to 3 million people if you extrapolate to the wider US population, and that’s more folks than you could squeeze into the Creation Museum even if you used a shoe horn and a whole tub of slick.

Palin should come clean on whether her beliefs are being wildly misquoted by people who bear her a grudge, or if she actually is of the opinion that man and dinosaur existed side by side and perhaps that every household had a giant octopus wash the dishes. It likely won’t lose her the election. Heck in Canada, the vast majority of people believe in the theory of evolution, Stockwell Day, a prime ministerial candidate at the time, remarked that there was “scientific proof” that man and dinosaur coexisted. He’s now the public safety minister, which makes us feel… well, not safe.

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September 1, 2008 religion

The truth is out there... and lately so are papal edicts

If ever there was proof that Pope Benedict needs more to fill his days than pimping out the Popemobile and checking for ticks under his robes, it came when the Vatican announced a few months ago that a high-level Council had determined it was not a sin to believe in the existence of space aliens. This was very good news for the members of the heretofore excommunicated group known as the Luke Skywalker Carmellian Brothers of the Light of the Light Sabre, who observe a vow of silence except when spoken to by George Lucas (or a girl). (Editor’s Note: Much has already been said on how the current pontiff bears a striking resemblance to the Dark Sith of the latter prequel movies. Coincidence?).

And if you need further proof that papal powwows these days could stand an added dose of relevance, then we refer you to the most recent target of Pope Ratzinger’s holy ire - a four-foot statue of a crucified frog that was completed some 18+ years ago, but which has only recently been discovered by the Church to be worthy of sweeping condemnation.

The amphibian anti-Christ.

The sculpture, “Zuerst die Fuesse,” (Feet First), is of a frog nailed to a cross with a beer mug in one hand and an egg in the other. His tongue is sticking out in the universally recognized “Waaazzzup!” style. The significance of the beer mug and the egg is a subject of much debate. From our position as armchair art aficionados, we say the beer represents the joy and temptations of life, and the egg was stolen from a chicken by the frog while he was out on a bender. The entire incident took place in some alternative universe where chickens reign supreme, and the frog was tacked up on the cross for the crime.

Or maybe the artist himself, Martin Kippenberger (now deceased), was closer to the mark when he called it a self-portrait illustrating human angst. That he chose to depict himself as a toad in a self-portrait raises some question over his self-image, but we get it - life is tough, just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean there isn’t someone out to get you, and in the end all you have to look forward to is a cold beer and a good breakfast. (Continues…)