Conspiracy assholes are obsessing over Travis Scott’s imaginary “Satanic rituals” for a simple reason: They can’t get enough Satanism.
Since Satan isn’t real, we’ve never much cared whether media depict him as “good” or “evil”; not like he’s going to mind. But that may change.
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.
“Conjuring” fans and free speech boosters alike want to know: Can you yell “Satanic Panic” in a crowded theater?