Stanton LaVey with Szandora & one of her nymphs
What was your favourite Easter memory?
I wonder why you're asking me this...must be synchronicity or brainwaves, telepathy, or you've done what no man before you ever has, your research! But I've NEVER been asked this question before and do I have a festive answer. I don't know if I'd call it a favourite Easter, but certainly my most memorable one, is this that I'll share with you and your readers here for the first time. I don't know if you are familiar with an organisation called W.A.R. (White Aryan Resistance - www.resist.com) that is headed by a fellow named Tom Metzger. You might remember an incident on TV in the late 80's which resulted in Geraldo Rivera getting a broken nose - well the man who delivered that legendary blow, was non-other than Tom's son John Metzger. Now I'm no racist but I never liked Giraldo anyway so I'm not one to hold it against the dude. Well when I was a kid, and my mother was first dating her current husband, at the time, they were really into this neo-fascist lifestyle which involved going to drunken, rowdy skinhead BBQ's and celebrating Easter at the Metzgers! So I have to say my most memorable, and surreal, Easter was one of the Easter's I spent at Tom Metzger's house. I actually found the "Grand" prize egg and was rewarded with a sit on the lap, a pat on the head and a firm "Sieg Heil" from Metzger himself, a former KKK Grand Dragon and outspoken champion and leader of America's "neo-nazi /White Supremacist" constituent. He reigns "supreme" in this right, ironically, to this day! I'd like it to be known that I don't endorse or approve of the views and opinions of any order or organisation, racially motivated or otherwise. And this case IS NOT an exception to that rule. Not only do I firmly believe in the power, strength and spirit of the individual, I generally shy away from racial extremists. There are exceptions, my friend "Fistacuffs" being one, and The Metzgers being another, Lenny Bruce being my favourite. It might sound a bit "holier than thou" but I judge each man and woman I encounter with optimism. Pessimism expended on individuals one has never met is a waste of ones’ hatred supply - I'd rather not be too drained from a long day of wasted hatred to thoroughly despise those who are deserving of such an investment of my energy. I firmly believe that the only way to pave the road for the human race to begin to evolve once again is by encouraging the idea that intelligence and strength are the most important determining elements when moulding a true "master race", color and origin become instantly irrelevant. The notion that life and reality is as simple as black and white is preposterous to say the very least. It's these people; shit disturbers, player-haters, and cops, typically, who perpetuate the notion that the human animal should be sub-categorised by color and not by wit and strength! The way I see it, if the world was all white OR all black, then the little noses would hate the big noses, then the short hate the tall and so on - into an abyss of complete and total retardation the master race would boldly march down, if not for the groups that they live to hate. What then of the master race, once it's bred itself into oblivion? Well maybe whoever wins the race war or the war race, will do the world a great justice while simultaneously proving it's own abstract ideology somehow correct by imploding itself until there is but one man left. This man will be what is left of both the most "supreme" and the most stupid. This man will stand alone at the end of one time and the beginning of another. And whether or not he realizes it, whether or not he cares, HE is god.
