There’s Hardware, and then there’s Software. Software’s those computer programs of 1’s and 0’s that tells a computer what to do. The Hardware’s all the tangible buttons, the hard drive, the wires, and all those little things on the green boards. There’s a very big difference between the two. Your computer is still a computer even without the Software. You can change software and use different programs, and your computer is still a computer.
Back in the day, when I got into High School, I hung out with all the other Cambodians and Asians in a portion of campus everybody calls “Chinatown” because, for some reason: all the Asians that went to that school, all hung out there during breaks. And if you weren’t Asian and you walked though Chinatown, everybody looks at you like you done made a wrong turn somewhere and you were crazy or something. Unless you were in one of the many crews and sets [gangs].
Chinatown itself was divided into two sides. All the fobs [those skinny geeky Fresh Of the Boat Asians] who barely spoke English sat together on the left hand side by the wall, which they called “Silicone Valley.” And the Hardcore Asians congregated on the right hand side by the big cum tree. That’s what the tree was called. I don’t know the species, but every spring it blooms these pretty white flowers with 5 petals that smell like cum [sperm] so it’s call the cum tree. I asked the other girls there why it’s called a cum tree and they all just laughed. I had to take everybody’s word back then, since I never had the experience of smelling jizz personally at that time.
I still had some residual innocence left in me back then. So the hardcore Asians were intimidating, so I first sat with the fobs on the left side of Chinatown. But those guys on the other side can somehow smell out their own kind. One of them, a Vietnamese boy with baggy pants, shaven head, and tats, leaned forward from where he was sitting to look at me and said: “Looks like Silicone Valley got another fob.” One of the younger boys who was a tagger said: “That ain’t no fob, that’s Scooby’s cousin [Helter’s street name, an OG of TRG], “Jade” from EK [“Evil Kidz,” it was a very large tagger crew], she’s prolly getting one them software type to do her homework for her, come here and sit on the hardware side.” Then one of the OG in the group said: “Oh shit, you Scooby’s cousin; you don’t look Khmer.” So I walked over to the right side asking: “Why this called the hardware said?” And one of the other boys makes a fist and punches his open palm twice, to answer my question.
The right side of Chinatown was populated with all these, gangs, tagger crews, raver and racer crews, and their membership was all criss-crossed into each other. There were only two gangs there: Tiny Raskal Gang and their girls: LRG, Lady Raskal Gang, and all the Vietnamese boyz claimed FBZ [Fullerton Boyz]. I naturally started hanging out with the Lady Raskals, and the three OG: “A Sat” [The Animal, in Khmer], “A Vet” [short for A Svet meaning The Skinny, he was actually buff], and A Thea [The Thea, which was his name] became my best friends.
I don’t know if you’ve ever joined a gang of some type or even a tagger crew. There’s no Gang Bible, or some book called “How To Be a Gangbanger,” by Mr. Pelon or something. Gang members don’t really sit there with each other and talk about the philosophical mysteries of their gang and about the ontological ramifications of being a gangbanger. And they don’t recruit you either. It’s not like some gang member comes up to you cuz you look cool and says to you: “So yeah, I’m just representing a franchise of Tiny Raskal Gang you know. We beat people up, sometimes we shoot at them. So you wanna get sexed into our gang and, you know, sell drugs with us after school or something?”
Gangs operate on almost an instinctive, or primal human mode, which means the Essence and Way of Life that a gang may represent, does not need to be written, preached, lectured, philosophized, or pontificated. If you “get it,” you get it. If you don’t get it, then the shit ain’t for you. You can’t force or brainwash somebody who doesn’t get the essence of gang-life to be a gangbanger. You can dress him up to look like one, and even teach him the subcultural lingo of a gang, so he can sound like a gangbanger when he talks. But when it comes down to the hardware of “gang-ism,” will he be down for his shit? Will he slang the dope? Will he do drive-bies and kill rivals? Or is he a pussy in wolves clothing?
Being a gangbanger isn’t something which you study or practice to be. It isn’t an antiquarian pursuit or a college course. It’s something that you already are inside. It is an aspect of your own human nature, which expresses itself, or manifests itself, as what we call “gang affiliated behaviour.” You can be a total illiterate dumbass, and be the hardest gangbanger. In fact, being the “unthinking” type, makes a better gangbanger. If you were a general of an army at war, would you pick the philosophical, intellectual type to fill your ranks, or the type that just does shit and takes orders? They second type gets the work and war done. From a sociological, and urban anthropological perspective, this unwritten methodology of gangs is fascinating. Because despite the fact that nothing is written in some manuscript, a gang is always constitutionally identical in method, modus, and essence, no matter who composes the gang, or where in the world it functions.
You don’t know you’re “gang affiliated” until its too late. I just started hanging out with my new friends after school. And when you’re in a group setting, and everybody’s smoking weed, and they pass you the joint, you smoke it too. You smoke it because it’s primal and instinctive. You know instinctively that if you wanna get accepted by the group, to adopt their culture and way: to do what they do, or you’ll be rejected. It’s not like some gang mentor told me: “Ok Chloe, the first steps to being a genuine initiate of a gang is to dress slutty, do a lot of under age drinking of alcoholic beverages, practice a lot of premarital sex, smoke a lot of dope, speak English like you were under educated, and scratch anybody’s face that has letters on them that isn’t TRG or LRG.”
What seals the deal, isn’t the initiation process. Usually a street gang’s initiate process consists of members of the gang beating up the prospect member. Asian gangs may also burn you in with cigars, cigarettes, or incense. The initiation itself doesn’t really make you a member. It’s a psychological method by which the other members becomes emotionally aware that you desire to be a part of their subculture, thus, they emotionally are conditioned to accept you as a member. In the end, it’s your actions that makes you an genuine accepted member. Not the initiation.
What seals the deal and makes you a member of any gang, is the rival gang. If you are unfamiliar with gangs, then I don’t know how to explain this to you; unless you were involved in a skinhead gang? Your skinhead, swastika tats, mode of dress, and friends don’t really make you skinhead. These are just the tribal markings. What makes you a member of a skinhead gang are the jews and blacks, that get into your face.
For example, when I was hanging out with my chosen gang affiliates [Tiny Raskals, Lady Raskals] one time some place. There was a set of rival gang members from Asian Boyz who noticed us. That’s when a real confrontation happened. Both sides were yelling at each other. In such a situation, you have no time to think or articulate the situation. All you know instinctively is that there is a group of people hostile to you and your group, and you can either fight, or run away. That’s it. Those Asian Boyz and our boyz all went at each other right on the side walk. And then some of their girls ran straight for me and the other girls in our group. There’s no thinking involved. It’s just a primal doing and knowing. All you know is that those people aren’t “your people” and that the people you identify with is under attack. That rival group solidified my identification, subconsciously, with the group I was with. At the same time it severed any possible identification I may have with and for the rival group. I fought, and from that moment on, I “claimed” LRG. Again, this isn’t an intellectual phenomenon. Or as they say: Nothing brings people together like war or a shared disaster or life risking event. It happens subconsciously, and it plays with primal human instinct. It is what you do and what kind of person you are already inside that is the genuine essence and quality.
I can say in a way, that being a gangbanger has absolutely nothing to do with anything softcore a person might have. By “softcore” I mean the software or biological programs a person’s brain may be using or running on. I mean to say that the religion or atheism, the opinions and beliefs, the thoughts and ideologies, of a person has nothing to do with that person’s essential nature and character of being a gangbanger. Some gangbangers are atheists, some are Catholic, some Buddhist, some racist, some don’t give a shit what your skin color is, some are politically inclined, some don’t give a shit about politics, some are college educates, other are high school drop outs. These softcore things are irrelevant to the internal quality and character of what a gangbanger is and the acts and deeds he lives and manifests on the streets. The Hardware and Software of a person are two very different, separate phenomena. By “Hardware” I mean to say a person’s body, a persons tangible deeds and actions [his causal in put] in the causal realm of experience.
This is the background and culture our 352 came from. A culture where actions and deeds, or hardcore living speaks louder than words. A culture where debating, and thinking, and not being genuinely Sinister inside gets you killed eventually. Messing with this gang shit is no joke. You may at times believe it’s a joke or not take things too seriously, but your rival gang affiliates don’t give a fuck one way or the other how you are affiliated, how deep your into it, or how seriously you take your shit. If you’re affiliated, there’s a fist, a knife, a bullet or jail cell with your name on it somewhere out there. It’s just a matter of time. There’s no room in this life style for softcore bullshit. If you don’t do, you die.
We “came into” the ONA with this essence and mentality: this state of being. Nothing really changed about the game. Its just that now with ONA memes, we have certain aims, goals, and objectives to direct what we do naturally towards. You get what I’m saying? Instead of just being a gang that just aimlessly bangs on the street, there is an intent or direction to that banging. Or in otherwords: that banging, becomes a means to an end.
All those ONA manuscripts to us [352] are just biological programs. All they do is deprogram one’s old aeonic method of thinking which you were trained to adopt, and replaces it with a new way of seeing things. But once you’ve uploaded and installed the software, you get your ass back to business out there. Just because you’ve read ONA MSS doesn’t mean you are sinister or an associate. Sinister isn’t something you become after reading something. You are already a sinister predatorial individual; those manuscripts just helps you direct your already present Sinister Nature in the right direction. In the same sense that it don’t require shit to make a gangbanger except that hardcore quality they inherently have naturally.
This Sinister Way isn’t a religion. In the same way that gangbanging – or the “Gang Way” – isn’t a religion. It’s got nothing to do with an –ism or an –ology. It isn’t a grabbag or cluster of new beliefs and memeplexes that you carry around to make yourself feel “different” from others. It don’t fucking matter what the hell kind of softcore shit you carry in your head, whether it’s “Satanism,” atheism, or Christianity. Either case, it don’t get shit done because these are nothing more that mind toys which occupies the mind. Thinking, doesn’t do shit but produce more thinking. Philosophizing and debating don’t get shit done in the causal world. It just generates more shit talking. Just cuz you can talk shit, doesn’t mean you are the shit when it comes down to putting the shit into physical, real world practice. Just cuz you can quote Anton Long, don’t mean you are Sinister, especially if all you’ve been doing is talking, thinking, debating, and philosophizing the ONA.
And there’s a lot of talking and debating going on these days in these ONA yahoo groups. Talks about how many Anton Longs there are; if the old school MSS have more authority than the new ones; if and where shit like National-Socialism and Satanism fits into the current ONA; how the current ONA seems to contradict what it was a decade ago; if the Law of Honour extends to the Mundanes or not; if targets for the ABC’s should be tested. And somewhere in this thick useless jungle of talking and debating, the Sinister is lost; and nobody seems to give a shit. When I say “sinister” I refer to that essential and natural inner quality of a fucking predator and what sinister acts and deeds such a person will do, with or without the MSS. The MSS are just a means to refine and redirect such sinister deeds that comes naturally to such kinds of people, toward a bigger and distant goal, that even transcends the sinister individual; all for the sake of his future progeny. Since when did talking, arguing, debating, and philosophizing become evil and sinister? You can’t talk a mundane to death, you can’t disrupt society by presenting an unbreakable argument. You can’t argue some galactic imperium into existence?!
Sure our 352 writes a great deal of stuff. But when we do right shit, it’s shit that isn’t meant or written to be debated on. It’s meant for our Disciple to do. Don’t talk about it or ask why, just do the shit and learn from your experience. If the shit don’t work on the streets, then you should be smart enough to tweak it to make it work. If it works, use it; if it doesn’t, abuse it. If that shit don’t work, don’t talk about, abuse it around and make it work. When you’re out gangbanging with your homies as a junior in a gang, and you’re told to punch a nigga in the face, you don’t say to your senior: “Oh, hold up nigga, lets debate this like two intelligent adults…” You don’t ask why or demand to know what rival gang that nigga’s from and why there’s beef and if such beef is valid, or if your boy’s got genuine authority to call the shots. You do what you’re told and punch the fucking nigga, and if your left arm is lame or crippled, you fucking use your other arm, or kick the motherfucker. Ain’t no talking or debating involved in this shit!
We came online to try and duplicate our own ONA culture into other cities and areas. But how do you spread something which is essentially wordless and unwritable, because it’s just something you do; something you are already. We had to find the two smartest ones out of us [me and Kayla] who could deconstruct what it is that we are and do, and somehow engineer memes, or biological software, that would duplicate our culture in those few who resonate with what we were putting out, to aeonically engineer a future network. The shit we write was never meant to be debated and argued over. And we never saw any value or worth in such softcore pursuits. It was an unpleasant surprise for us to find out that a majority of those associated with the ONA in various online groups, had nothing going for them, besides the softcore shit; the Satanism and other such outer tools and forms, which are now inadequate vehicles for The Sinister.
Just because you are a Satanist, or ascribe to Satanism, doesn’t mean you are sinister. It just means you are stupid for mistaking something that is a natural essence of being, living, and doing, for a piece of shit religion. There I said it: Satanism is a piece of shit Religion. There is nothing sinister about any belief or –ism. It’s all the same: just a system of belief, just another Religion your brain is entrapped in. The ONA tries to tell you time and time over again that such things like “Satanism,” Racialism, National-Socialism, and now Radical Islam are just a fucking tool/means someone genuinely sinister by nature will use to get his work done. The means does not make the man. The tools don’t make the builder. You can give a random person a tool belt and dress him up like an architect, but if he is not a builder inside, those tools will be absolutely useless. You got some idiot ONA people out there running around with a tool belt, thinking that they’re hammers and drill bits, confusing the tools, for the inner man and his profession.
And if you consider yourself ONA and my statement somehow got you angry, then go back and read something like Hysteron Proteron and go out and make yourself useful. Being sinister is something that you are as an individual; everything else is just a means to express your sinister nature. In the same way that a gangbanger could be said to be “gangish” by his very nature; as opposed to him being a nerd boy. He didn’t have to study or read a 1000 manuscripts and ascribe to a religion to be that way. It’s just how he is. Either you are a gangbanger, or you aren’t. You either got it, or you don’t. You’re either Sinister By Nature, or your “frontin” [feigning]. Being sinister isn’t a religion or belief system. You are already sinister. It’s the type of person you are inside. In another way, it’s your dharma. It’s the quality and essence nature put in you when you were born which naturally manifests through that nature as deeds and acts people consider “bad,” “evil,” and “sinister.”
There’s nothing sinister about waving manuscripts around, chanting Latin hymn, and identifying some aspect of yourself with “Satan.” Any body can do it. Any body can read an ONA MSS. Any body can debate what the ONA has written. But can just any body go out and cull someone? Can any body kidnap someone for ransom money? Can any body use sinister cloaking to manipulate others to burn buildings down, and assassinate targets?
Being sinister has a lot in common with sex. People who talk a lot about sex, about how they’re great at it, and how they’re just so “I’m the only man you need baby,” but when it comes down to actually performing, it’s a fact [ask any girl] that the boys that talk the loudest, don’t know what the fuck they’re doing in bed. Just cuz you can get that shit up and can give yourself a great hand job, don’t mean you got what it takes to please a girl right. And it’s the same shit with these ONA boys. They do a lot of talking about being “sinister” [whatever that means to them] and they do a lot of talking in their yahoo groups, about the occult or whatever. But put your ass on the street and show me or yourself what sinister shit you can do, without shitting your pants. Go kill somebody. You don’t need to be ONA to experience killing somebody, and it can be completely legal. Go fucking join the army and shoot someone, and show me it don’t affect you psychologically. Put you fucking foot where your mouth is. Go join a gang and face some real danger on the streets. Car jack someone and chop that car up and prove that your sinister shit produces real world results, like real money. Or better yet, insight role as a common criminal and do something to get yourself in an American prison and see how long you survive, before you’re fucked up the ass by those who are really – Genuinely – Sinister By Nature.
Those who genuinely are by nature sinister, can smell out their own kind. I know what kind of boys most y’all are up in those group. It’s when you face real danger, or are being sodomized by a big black sinister motherfucker in prison, that’s when you – yourself – awaken from that piece of shit delusional state you were in to finally realize that you’re about as hardcore and sinister as a wannabe gangbanger, a “wangsta” as they are called. Motherfuckers confusing old outer forms like “Satanism” for what truly is Sinister Nature.
Some of you ONA boys are so deep in your own bullshit, and this Satanism shit, that you can’t even get yourself to shrence or shapeshift as a convincing Muslim good enough to manipulate a weak minded true believer to blow himself up. Y’all wouldn’t even know how to opfer a motherfucker if the opportunity arose; let a lone pull a trigger. That’s why, despite all that internet chattering, philosophizing, talking, and debating, I don’t ever hear one of you talking about culling. Everyone is sinister, but when it comes to the subject of something like culling, its all silent. Cuz when outsiders point out the fact that there’s been no evidence of any culling done by any occult group, and that opfering someone in this day and age because of current states of forensics science, is crazy and you’d be caught in a matter of months, you guys just shut up and fall silent. Or lamely rationalize this out to yourself by dismissively saying something like: “Well, that’s the point, the great risk and danger; anyways about Anton Long, where were we?”
I’ve never heard from one of you any hint about “black holes,” or “black out spots,” or “red light districts,” or just dropping hints that lets me – and others – know that you just might have done it, and that you just might know ways to do it. Like usual, you gotta leave it up to the Usual Suspects to say it for you, because that’s how “sinister” some of you are; leave the real sinister shit for people like Myatt, and those nameless initiates out in the streets and shadows to do, while you boys talk shit:
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Some Notes on Culling
The interesting and sinister thing about culling is that most, if not all modern cullings – when done by a true follower of The Sinister Way – are disguised. That is, they do not appear – to the “authorities” – to be ritualistic killings. Some cullings, for example may be intentionally disguised as “accidents”; some as “suicides”; and some as having occurred due to other, apparently non-sinister, events, such as “assassinations” (political, or otherwise); gang-related violence; so-called “terrorist attacks”; part of some so-called “criminal activity”, such as robbery; or as part of some so-called “lawful activity” such as combat during some conflict or war, or by someone acting “in the line of duty”.
Also, a follower of The Sinister Way may use a proxy to undertake such a culling, with they themselves remaining cloaked, or hidden, behind the scenes, with this proxy being cleverly manipulated into the act, or persuaded to do the act, for a whole variety of reasons (which reasons, for example, could appear to be political, or religious, or be part of some so-called “criminal” activity which the proxy might be part of or be persuaded to be part of).
Even on the few occasions where there is a ritualistic element – for example, the performance of the complete Ceremony of Recalling – the followers of The Sinister Way, being part of an elite, will plan the culling well in advance, and use their skills, their cunning, their intelligence, to not only chose a most suitable opfer – with this opfer having been chosen and tested according to our sinister guidelines – but also to ensure (a) the correct disposal of the mortal remains of the opfer, and (b) that the place of culling remains secure and hidden, or that there is little or no forensic evidence for the culling in such a place. Thus, and for example, the choosing and the events during and after the Ceremony would ensure that the opfer is either not missed by the mundanes, or, if missed, is assumed to be just missing, with their being no clues (or false clues laid) in relation to this disappearance.
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Importantly, culling – whether on an individual, or a somewhat larger, scale – is one of those really sinister acts which separates, and which serves to distinguish, the true follower of our Dark Tradition, our Sinister Way, from those who pretend to follow it, or who believe in their delusion that they are following it, or who inform others that they are following it.
For it is these really, genuinely, sinister acts – acts such as culling, such as transgressing the laws of the mundanes – that test the individual, that change them, that can evolve them; that, ultimately, makes them part of our elite.
For such acts – such sinister deeds – reveal, strengthen, and make, the sinister personal character that mark our sinister kind. They also test; they are a challenge. They test one’s nerve; they test one’s commitment to go, in a practical way, to and beyond the limits which the mundanes have set. They challenge because, to be successful, they require planning, cunning, and self-control; a true sinister spirit. They also and importantly – when done collectively, as part of a sinister tribe, or as a member of a nexion – bind the participants together by the very dangerous nature of the act itself; they build a true sinister esprit de corps, and also form that bond of unshakable loyalty which has served us well for centuries.
It is not for us, for those of our sinister kind, to make excuses for failing to undertake a sinister culling, for we know the mundanes for the resource they are. We know – we feel and we understand – that we are better than them; worth more than them, and that they, provided we adhere to our sinister guidelines for choosing such opfers as we need, are ours to use, to manipulate, to enjoy, as we will.
Thus do we test, with our well honed tests, each and every individual we intentionally choose as on opfer. For this gives them “a sporting chance”; it reveals their character. That is, such tests reveal whether they do indeed have a a mundane, expendable, character, or whether they might possess some potential, something that might, if developed, raise from up from the level of the mundanes.
However, be it known that there are some occasions – a few occasions – when such testing of such potential opfers is not required. One occasion is when an act of revenge is called for and necessary – for example, if the individual or the people in question have acted against us, or harmed us (personally, or harmed our tribe, or nexion) in a significant way such that deadly retaliation against them is the honorable and the necessary thing to do. Another such occasion would be if someone from among us had broken or transgressed one of our rules, our laws, such as informing on us to the “authorities”. Another such occasion would be if the cullings themselves be part of some other deed, cloaked or otherwise, with such a deed itself being designed to be a pure, unsullied, act of sinister terror – one of those reminders, to the mundanes, that they are not safe “from the likes of us”, not safe from the forces of Darkness, and that, despite all their best efforts, and all their laws, and “security”, they, the mundanes, are and will remain vulnerable, and that for their desecration of our sinister numen, and for their hubris, they can and will be punished – often without warning – “by the likes of us”.
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Chloe 352
Order of Nine Angles
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