Freemasonry as Wallpaper

Add another stick onto the pile of why we get petitioners who knock on our lodge doors with a bizarre misconception of just what it is they think they're joining.

I figured out decades ago that it is the God-given mission of every new generation to make their parents cry. And as a result, each succeeding generation of parents requires a higher and higher threshold of shock applied to them in order to make their collective tears flow because of the ratcheted-up levels perpetrated during their own youths themselves. 

"Smoking behind the corn-crib?" Don't burn it down.

"LSD?" The flashbacks aren't what they tell you they are.

"I'm pregnant?" Great, a grandkid.

"Flame red mohawk?"  Look at my high school graduation portrait.

"Body piercings?" I'll show ya mine in the men's room.

"Flaming skull with snake and swastika tattoos?" Pass the salt...

On my forehead??!! How does this new damn TV box work?

As a partial result of that escalating Mutually Assured Distress campaign over the last 75 years or so, the "Is nothing sacred?" question got laughed right out of the auditorium with the NEA and Andres Serrano's "Piss Christ." Hell, the 1920s beat the pants off of the 2010s. 

Doing irreligious or deliberately provoking things inside of churches was already past its sell date after Anton Levay got into Time magazine in 1966. So, I'm really only posting this here as my own placeholder to mark the point in time that Freemasonry became not even a punchline or a cheap fashion accessory from the Gap anymore, but just pop culture wallpaper. 

Some "boundary-pushing fashion designer" from Turkey named Dilara Findikoglu, whose press releases describe herself as "an up-and-coming rebel in the fashion industry," figured out she wasn't getting any attention from any actual talent or product she produced. So she scheduled her "London Fashion Week" parade of what are ostensibly "clothing designs" for her "Spring/Summer 2018 Collection" to take place in London's St. Andrew's Church in Holborn. And just to make sure everybody looked, she filled it with imagery of symbols like inverted pentagrams, demonically-horned models, skeletons, all-seeing eyes, and the whole standard melange of pseudo-occult-Satanic-Illuminati-Masonic appropriation. And to make sure everybody got just how "edgy" she was, she covered up the church altar and erected a backdrop of an enormous square and compasses with a Jachin and Boaz for good measure, and made certain the term "Black Mass" got wedged into the tabloids along with it all. 

All that was missing was the Aleister Crowley photo in the middle of it all so everybody could  really "get it." But then, I guess that'd be like a comedian admitting he stole stale jokes from an old Henny Youngman act.

That was Monday. By Tuesday, the Church was already issuing their official apology:

The parish of St Andrew's has always supported London Fashion Week. We took this booking in good faith and were not aware of the content or design before the show took place.

This was obviously a mistake, and the content of this show does not reflect the Christian faith of the Church. We will be looking at our booking processes going forward to ensure this does not happen again.

As for Ms. Findikoglu's future career successes, it is apparently assured. Stories about her seem to be rife with precious gems like this:

Findikoglu is considered an up-and-comer in the fashion industry, and as a result is alleged to have been substantially influenced by the Illuminati. Among her biggest fans are musicians and other artists who also reportedly have Illuminati connections.

Pull the other one...