A viscount always strikes me as a relatively low-key snack, quite holy in its restraint compared to, say, a cream horn, brandy snap full of cream, or ice cream cone covered in clotted cream and chopped hazelnuts (I believe this is known as a “hedgehog”).
Here in the good ole’ US of A, the mint chocolate cookie combination is universally associated with the Girl Scouts. Nothing could be more wholesome. People keep them in the freezer and eat them cold. It is quite a big deal when they become available every year.
There’s biscuits and then there’s biscuits.
“A biscuit is a flour-based baked food product. Outside North America the biscuit is typically hard, flat, and unleavened; in North America it is typically a soft, leavened quick bread. ” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biscuit
Crowley wasn’t really “satanic”, but he claimed to have powers and means of teaching and using them. He probably liked the ones with cherry centers.
He may have used heroine, but he was also at the same time a mountain climber and maybe an agent of the crown. Ian Fleming was his control at one point.
Indeed, Reynard61. Crowley was at one time a well-respected writer and poet, top-level chess player and world-class mountaineer (besides being a leading occult scholar and practitioner, though he was never anything as simplistic as a “Satanist”).
During WW1 he was sent by the British Secret Service to New York to infiltrate and report on the pro-German organisations trying to dissuade the USA from entering the war. He did this partly by writing supposedly anti-British pieces (which were sufficiently over-the-top to lack real credibility) for their publications.
Because he wrote the fake propaganda under his real name his reputation in Britain suffered, and after the War the Secret Service refused to reveal that he’d really been their agent: sections of the British Press, particularly the Daily Mail, made him a hate-figure which, being the contrarian he was, he embraced rather than fought against.
He was still involved with the Secret Service during WW2 which is when he met Fleming, and also Dennis Wheatley who first mined him for information about occult practices, and then lampooned him in novels such as ‘The Satanist.’
In his occult works, at least half of what he writes is deliberate bullshit or misdirection: the unstated test he sets his readers is to learn how to distinguish those from what he really means.
Crowley unquestionably worked for MI6, or whatever the equivalent was at the time, and said some rather disturbing things about the period- foremost among them probably “Before Hitler was, I am.”
He mentored Adolf Hitler *during this period* and what little historical evidence exists on the matter indicates he implied he was sent to Germany very precisely to sow chaos, drive Hitler into insanity, and foment it into war.
Take all of this with a grain of salt, of course. And let’s also remember that in the end, the British government found Crowley too unstable, cut him loose at the end, and that he died in poverty.
It does beg all sorts of questions however on why on Earth Crowley should have ever been sent to infiltrate the Nazis and whisper sweet nothings of hate in Adolf Hitler’s ear in the first place, given what happened later.
That is exactly the correct face to make when one is proffered a Viscount biscuit.
I lived on orange viscount biscuits at university.
Mint Viscount are the work of the devil, which I suppose is apt for followers of the church of satan
I love mint chocolate, After Eights, green Viscounts… does this make me… Satanic?
I’ve just googled whether Aleister Crowley liked mint chocolates, and the results were inconclusive to say the best.
Depends. Do you feel satanic when you’re eating them?
A viscount always strikes me as a relatively low-key snack, quite holy in its restraint compared to, say, a cream horn, brandy snap full of cream, or ice cream cone covered in clotted cream and chopped hazelnuts (I believe this is known as a “hedgehog”).
Here in the good ole’ US of A, the mint chocolate cookie combination is universally associated with the Girl Scouts. Nothing could be more wholesome. People keep them in the freezer and eat them cold. It is quite a big deal when they become available every year.
The Mint Slice is probably the Australian equivalent, and I could probably eat a whole packet of them with no difficulty save moral.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnott%27s_Biscuits#Products
Filmfan, when I looked at your username I could have sworn it said “Flimflam.”
A Baroness biscuit will suffice for me, thankee.
I don’t even know what a viscount biscuit is.
Our biscuits have gravy.
There’s biscuits and then there’s biscuits.
“A biscuit is a flour-based baked food product. Outside North America the biscuit is typically hard, flat, and unleavened; in North America it is typically a soft, leavened quick bread. ”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biscuit
A Viscount? But I am a Prince!
A mug with John 3:16 – clearly mainstream Christianity?
A Viscount is just a Mint Yoyo that’s got up itself.
Came here from the newsletter, and can I just say, thank you for the… VISCOUNT DISCOUNT.
Crowley wasn’t really “satanic”, but he claimed to have powers and means of teaching and using them. He probably liked the ones with cherry centers.
He may have used heroine, but he was also at the same time a mountain climber and maybe an agent of the crown. Ian Fleming was his control at one point.
“Ian Fleming was his control at one point.”
James Bond 666? ????
Indeed, Reynard61. Crowley was at one time a well-respected writer and poet, top-level chess player and world-class mountaineer (besides being a leading occult scholar and practitioner, though he was never anything as simplistic as a “Satanist”).
During WW1 he was sent by the British Secret Service to New York to infiltrate and report on the pro-German organisations trying to dissuade the USA from entering the war. He did this partly by writing supposedly anti-British pieces (which were sufficiently over-the-top to lack real credibility) for their publications.
Because he wrote the fake propaganda under his real name his reputation in Britain suffered, and after the War the Secret Service refused to reveal that he’d really been their agent: sections of the British Press, particularly the Daily Mail, made him a hate-figure which, being the contrarian he was, he embraced rather than fought against.
He was still involved with the Secret Service during WW2 which is when he met Fleming, and also Dennis Wheatley who first mined him for information about occult practices, and then lampooned him in novels such as ‘The Satanist.’
In his occult works, at least half of what he writes is deliberate bullshit or misdirection: the unstated test he sets his readers is to learn how to distinguish those from what he really means.
Crowley unquestionably worked for MI6, or whatever the equivalent was at the time, and said some rather disturbing things about the period- foremost among them probably “Before Hitler was, I am.”
He mentored Adolf Hitler *during this period* and what little historical evidence exists on the matter indicates he implied he was sent to Germany very precisely to sow chaos, drive Hitler into insanity, and foment it into war.
Take all of this with a grain of salt, of course. And let’s also remember that in the end, the British government found Crowley too unstable, cut him loose at the end, and that he died in poverty.
It does beg all sorts of questions however on why on Earth Crowley should have ever been sent to infiltrate the Nazis and whisper sweet nothings of hate in Adolf Hitler’s ear in the first place, given what happened later.