We all know “That Guy.” The one who makes us think, “Oh god, his poor wife and kids.” The kind of man who loudly proclaims himself a paragon of masculinity, an example of how all men should behave.

I was walking around the grocery store the other day, Headphones on, tuning out the other shoppers and the meanderthals: aimless wanderers who stop in every choke point to consider purchases without concerns for the disruption they cause other shoppers. I was having a Celtic punk day, letting one song roll into the next, when The Pot and Kettle by the Rumjacks, struck me in a way it never had before.

For those who are unfamiliar, you should check out the song, but if you’re lame and just want a summary, I’ve got you, my dude. Basically, the literal narrative is of a pot and Kettle arguing with each other over who is blacker with soot before agreeing that neither of them is as black as the roasting pan.

Satanism isn’t about Satan. Satanism is what happens when Christians are forced to live under their own rules. Satanists and reprobates use the legal and cultural infrastructure Christians built to privilege themselves and simply insist it be applied universally. There is no answer to the argument that if Christianity were so persuasive it should survive just fine with equal treatment and doesn’t need these exceptions. Satanism exists to apply the test and figure out the truth.