The Masons

You knew it had to show up here sooner or later, right? The Masons is a "secret society" whose "secret" is that they have sex with other males. That whole "sacred apron" thing is a clear whopping clue. Grown men don't have "sacred aprons" unless the sacred apron is the only article of clothing used in the Final Rite. With the sacred apron as the sole article of clothing that means the buttocks are bare. And there ain't hot chicks in the audience tossing dollar bills so that means those butts are bare for some other reason. The enticement into the Masons is the same as the enticement into all "secret societies" - Super Powers. Keep in mind that these are guys who cannot get an erection unless it's in the presence of another penis. Ok? What the fuck kinda super powers are guys like this likely to be in possession of. Only one. The power to blackmail you. Period. That's the super powers. Super powers over YOU. Stupid. The diety of the Masons is Lucifer. Lucifer is an actual entity and he's their guy. They know it: I know it: and Lucifer knows it. But me and Lucifer are the only ones actually laughing about it. The Masons themselves, they are totally serious. Now, if you think the Masons are not Satanists, go into a Masonic "temple" with a political posterboard over your shoulder that has a depiction of Jesus on it, and while whistling Amazing Grace. See what happens to you. See if they greet you in a pleasant and courteous manner. They will probably slaver and drool actual drops of molten sulpher from their jaws in their fury to get you out of there. All "secret societies" attract acolytes via a combination of the acolyte's trust and the acolyte's avarice. When the satisfying of those two elemets starts to wear thin for one reason or another the acolyte is usually so far involved that he can safely be then kept there by fear. It's really all about fear, and the lie that the "secret society" has "powers." The only power they have is that the higher ups are even more fearful than the ones lower down so are even More Motivated to stay. And for them to stay means that YOU have to stay. Otherwise it all comes down if the secret gets out. You won't hear a lot of laughter at a Masonic Secret Ceremony. 'Cause there ain't nuthin' funny goin' on there. There ain't nuthin' goin' on in there but grief. Grief disguised as "super powers." And you know there ain't no super powers or these guys wouldn't look so ugly, so fat, and so fucking uncoordinated. You'll never see a pickup game of touch football from these guys. Just a pickup game of Sacred Apron Peekaboo. HOO-HOO!!