After that, Raniere decided he wanted to save the human race, though not from himself. He later claimed that this quest to help people reach their full potential was borne out of reading Isaac Asimov and Ayn Rand -- the latter fully explaining why his first move was to start a pyramid scheme that defrauded investors out of millions. After his adventures scamming housewives and being the villain from every stranger danger kids' PSA, Raniere teamed up with Nancy Salzman, a fellow bulls**t artist specializing in "neuro-linguistic programming," to form the Avengers of pseudoscientific nonsense: NXIVM. Which brings us to how ...

In order to take part in NXIVM's "Executive Success Program," participants would pay anywhere between $1,200 (for a three-day course) to $7,500 (for a 16-day course), while high-flying executives who didn't want to slum it with the normies could pay upwards of $25,000 per session. In return for this small pile of cash, they'd be given the greatest gift of all: something nice and shiny to put on their resumes. Oh, and relentless brainwashing.

NXIVM inductees learned nonsensical handshakes and constantly recited a 12-point manifesto. They also had to wear colored robes to signify their rank in the organization, would be forced to bow whenever a higher-ranking member entered the room, and were expected to prostrate themselves before Raniere if he ever made an appearance. Except if you were an attractive lady, in which case you were to kiss him on the lips. This madness, combined with 13-hour sessions during which counselors would grill students on their emotional weaknesses, led to some targets becoming ill, with one 28-year-old woman winding up requiring psychiatric treatment.

Sarah EdmondsonAt least she missed out on the ritual disfigurement, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Why wasn't this stuff more widely known? Why haven't we ever seen a South Park episode dealing with NXIVM? Well, the students are legally prohibited from talking about their time with the organization, courtesy of the non-disclosure agreements they were made to sign beforehand. If anyone dared to speak out or say anything remotely negative about Raniere, they'd be in a world of hurt. Of course, most found out that what Raniere could do to them legally was nothing compared to what he would do to them physically.

On being accepted into DOS, new members would find that, surprise, it was nothing but a glorified harem for Raniere. Whenever Raniere was feeling in the mood, Mack would order a member referred to as an "imperfection" (someone clearly read the negging chapter in The Game) to have sex with him. When not servicing him, the members/hostages of DOS were required to stick to a punitive low-calorie diet to preserve their figures. They were also forbidden from masturbating, and whenever they disobeyed an order, they had to "wear fake cow udders over their breasts while people called them derogatory names."

And when Raniere wanted to treat women like cattle, he went full hog. DOS members were also branded. In a ceremony overseen by Mack and a NXIVM doctor, naked members would be videotaped as a tattoo of Raniere's initials was slowly burned into their flesh for up to half an hour. At this point, we suppose we ought to be glad the police caught up to the cult before Raniere just started eating them with BBQ sauce.

You might be wondering to yourself why, NDA or no NDA, none of these women ran to the police with tales of molestation and burnings? Well, in order to join DOS, before finding out they'd agreed to a one-way trip to the cattle market, each new member was required to hand over a dossier of personal material about themselves, ranging from dark confessions about wrongdoing to nude photos. Still, think of all that empowerment! Or at least, as much empowerment as you can get after handing over your own blackmail file.

When the first allegations of abuse and came out, NXIVM immediately responded by referring to the victims as nothing more than saboteurs trying to bring down their creepy empire. When the critics/victims don't go away (people who were abused, tortured, and/or molested can get ornery like that), the legal troubles started. With help from a $150 million war chest provided by their rich idiot friends, NXIVM launches legal actions at the drop of a hat in order to bury their targets in expensive litigation. It's like The Untouchables. You say something mean about Raniere, they call their lawyers. You call your lawyer, they defame and harass you out of house and home.

PictorialEvidence/Wikipedia“Hey, stop stealing our methods. You're making us look bad.”

One of their first targets was cult investigator Rick Ross, who managed to expose their horrid brainwashing techniques by smuggling out one of the cult's internal training manuals. After he published the book on his website, NXIVM sued him for "copyright infringement." When the courts shot down their lawsuit in Ross' favor, NXIVM hired private investigators to make Ross' life hell. They rifled through his garbage, hacked his phone and bank accounts, and surveilled his office. Then they kept stalling the lawsuit, hoping to bury Ross in legal costs. Fortunately, Ross' lawyers agreed to work pro bono. Something about the chance to ruin a rape cult brings out the charity in folks.

But even if their serial mindf**kery succeeds, there's no respite in death either. Kristin Snyder, a former NXIVM member, committed suicide, blaming the group for psychologically destroying her. "I was brainwashed and my emotional center of the brain was killed/turned off. I still have feeling in my external skin, but my internal organs are rotting," she wrote in her farewell note -- a note that NXIVM called a fake planted by the authorities. When that didn't work, they claimed that Snyder had faked her own death to avoid being murdered by a drug ring she was involved in, not realizing that compared to their cult, a bloodthirsty cartel would still have been the second most dangerous group in that poor woman's life.

As for Mack, she was arrested two weeks later -- after she returned from Mexico, where she had also fled. She's facing the same charges as Raniere, but was allowed to bail herself out for $5 million. That's a lot of Smallville royalties down the drain.

Allison Mack/InstagramMaybe they assumed that a fugitive who posts selfies of her whereabouts wouldn’t be all that hard to recapture.

NXIVM, meanwhile, is dead. In a statement released on their website in June, the last holdouts declared that they were "suspending all NXIVM/ESP [...] events until further notice." We guess they might still be holding out hope that Mack actually knows Superman.

But while the cult is dead, their bulls**t propaganda lives on. In May, in the middle of a meltdown over some bad press (or as he calls it, "press"), Elon Musk retweeted an article by a website called The Knife (formerly The Knife Of Aristotle) which defended his dumb Twitter ramblings. People were quick to point out that this "news" site was run by, you guessed it, everyone's least favorite sex cult. Musk quickly deleted the tweet, but then still praised NXIVM for their quality journalism -- i.e. they were too busy sexually assaulting and burning women to write about how Teslas suck.

The Knife isn't the only NXIVM publication that's still online, either. There's also a yoga website called Exo/Eso, a website for actors called The Source, and Society Of Protectors, a website for "men defending the honor of men." Yoga fans, actors, MRAs, and Elon Musk -- we don't know what NXIVM's endgame is, but they've built one hell of an annoying cult here.

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