As a kid reading Bradbury, I worried my elders might take away my monsters. As an adult, I see that some “monsters” are people—and need us.
At the heart of that word “semantics” we find a question: Why do we do all of this? What, at the end of the day, does Satanism MEAN?
Someone is accusing me of using a double-standard for ‘Unholy Bible’, but really the standard is: Context matters, you dork-ass motherfuckers.