Marilyn Manson and Ravi Zacharias are the Same

Two different men. Same monster.

200 or more photos of naked women, many very young, found on personal devices. Five massage therapists, under his employment, reported that he had touched or rubbed them inappropriately, and four said he would touch his own genitals or ask them to touch him. Eight said he would either start the massage completely nude or remove the draping sheets during the treatment. “Don’t tell,” he’d remind them. “My downfall would cost millions of souls a chance at eternity.”

Women are great at don’t tell.

Different stories from different women, many very young, spanning the length of his career. A young wife, coerced into marriage, calls sex traumatic, violent, abusive, “it almost destroyed me”. More than one girlfriend describes being chained up and electrocuted. It’s consensual, always, he claims. “I have fantasies every day about smashing her skull,” he famously said. But it’s art. It’s an act. It’s the character. If you speak out about it it’ll ruin his career.

Women are great at not ruining careers.

Don’t come at me that Ravi Zacharias and Marilyn Manson (Brian Warner) aren’t the same.

Raised deep enough in the Patriarchy of Evangelical 1980s-1990s America that I could check it’s prostate, I see the red flags in…