Here we are approaching the End Times. Witness the recent call
to drill for the coming of the Saucers of Removal. Witness the
spontaneous population limiting behaviors, even in countries that
gasp in HORROR at American fatal sociopsychological sickies, when
their own incidents themselves would have brought condemnation from
ENTIRE NATIONS only a generation or two ago. Witness just about
ANYTHING, for it's truly "ALL a sign of the end times."
There are cities of less than a million people with daily killings
reports, such as were made during war time. And THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
Only THIS time, the enemy is WITHIN. It's a SEETHING ANTISPIRIT
within the brains of that sadly too successful genetic "accident"
that has CHEATED its way to the top of the food chain, there to
POISON the entire chain, in a subconscious species specific SUICIDE
RITUAL.
Unless something happens, and happens SOON, the street gutters will
flow with blood like the drain grooves in a dissection table.
Something IS and HAS been happening, but the world has been too caught
up in its lemming march to an episode of self-induced punctuation of
the planetary equilibrium to notice.
That "something" is J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, and the vehicle of his actions,
the Church of the SubGenius.
Although the stories concerning "Bob's" and the church's origins are
many and varied, all are fully substantiated. And even though "Bob"
himself has not been seen since his highly publicized but
impenetrably mysterious "assassination", the course set early on is
obviously being carried out with meticulous precision, casting doubt
on the veracity of the reports of his death.
One need only look at the enormous success and popularity of this
"End Times Religion" and compare it with the severely varied and
contradictory teachings and even more severely diverse and
contentious followers, to realize that there is a hidden hand driving
all of it. Perhaps "Bob's" hand. Perhaps something even greater.
Only a few of the early members of the church are active in any way.
And although many famous people have joined, they do not provide
any visible support. In fact there's hardly ANY visible means of
support, yet this church continues to thrive and expand, its
maintenance arising from the same invisible source as did its
beginnings.
The huge compound in Dobbstown, Malaysia, the dark windowed
SubGenius Towers in Dallas, the many gatherings called "devivals"
such as the recent series of them all across the eastern half of
the US, all appear to operate far in excess of any influx of
capital of any sort.
It defies logic. And yet it exists and THRIVES. In a world lost
in its own death throes, there arises a source of renewal and
vigor. And all but a very few REFUSE to SEE it. Only a handful
of otherwise nearly all polar opposites of each other seem to
make sense of what most take for a joke. And while traditional
religions suffer from shaken faith in their leaders, and
multitudinous mini-cults come and go, this one unstoppable force
remains as a ROCK of REASON, rising above the landscape of a
world which otherwise seems hell-bent on self-extinction.
Governments and other churches ignore it, as do all but a few
obviously paranoid fringe kook conspiracy nuts. No investigations,
no congressional hearings, not even an Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms
raid on a group reputed to have NUCLEAR CAPABILITY.
WHAT FORCE could possibly exist invisible under the very nose of its
enemy and be ignored?
That force is simply, gently, "Bob".
There is something unnerving about his prima facie friendly grin, now
seen only in his pictures, since he's no longer seen in person.
Something that the imagination wants to call sinister, although the
longer you look at it the less likely you are to believe such a thing
could be hiding there.
Perhaps it is just all a joke. Perhaps the government takes advantage
of this otherwise harmless group and lets them take credit for the
land holdings and huge hidden strongholds when they are actually
secret government projects. After all, their claims that God is a
less-than-beneficent alien, that flying saucers will arrive at 7 AM
on July 5, 1998 to save the SubGenii, that they true SubGenii are the
descendants of the lost race of Atlantis, the Yeti, are quite
outrageous. Perhaps it's a fake, make-believe, pretend religion
serving only as a vehicle for some humor and artwork.
But don't count on it. Not when the world is going to hell in an
express elevator and THEY are doing amazing and wonderful things
with NO MEANS of SUPPORT. There is TOO MUCH at stake -- an ENTIRE
PLANET and ALL LIFE ON IT -- to dismiss what might be the LAST
GREAT HOPE to SAVE a SUICIDAL WORLD.
When you hear their words, they sound purposely disjointed,
contradictory, irrational, and just plain crazy. But then
take a look around you, I mean a GOOD look. The very fabric of
social reality is fraying at an alarming rate, and NOBODY seems
to care or even NOTICE. They'll tell you everything is JUST FINE.
Everything is JUST PEACHY and getting BETTER and BETTER every day.
WHICH of these is CRAZY and which is the voice of SOLID, WORLD
SAVING REASON?
The Church of the SUbGenius may be just crazy enough to save your
sanity, your life, your very soul from the end point of the
hyperbolic curve towards destruction that the world seems to be
riding on.
It's NOT getting any BETTER and it's not LIKELY TO.
UNLESS . . .
J.R. "Bob" Dobbs is as they say, the Salesman Supreme, chosen by
destiny to reverse the course of social entropy and SAVE the PLANET.
Those are the sides and risks. There's no telling what the odds are.
YOU are the one who stands to gain or lose. At this point, all you
need to wager is one dollar to find out for yourself. Not much more
than a cup of coffee, a little less than a gallon of gas. One dollar
will get you to the door so you can peek through the crack and see
what's inside. If you don't like it, you've only lost one dollar,
and you can close the door and walk away.
If you dare.
To find out if there's something there for you, just send one dollar
to:
SubPresident DynaSoar
The SubGenius Foundation, PO Box 140306, Dallas, TX 75214
And mention my name. It might help. From the looks of the
world, you could use all the help you can get, and even THAT may not
be enough. But you can try. Or not. Don't say it wasn't offered.
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