Sound familiar?

Cult members are “focused on a living leader to whom members seem to display excessively zealous, unquestioning commitment.” The leader is a strong-willed, domineering character who rules the group with tight control.
He lets it be known in subtle ways that he is “in charge” of the movement. He makes the plans, he orchestrates the movements of the group or groups (sometimes he exercises his sway over several groups). He dispatches the workers, assigns their chores, etc.

Frequently, they even begin to imitate his mannerisms in terms of voice inflection, language patterns, aggressive attitudes, etc. They become “clones” of their esteemed leader. It is not uncommon that the leader knows of weaknesses or past problems of people with his group. Thus, through subtle intimidation and fear he keeps them under his control.

“Questioning, doubt, and dissent are discouraged,” and there can be pressure or social punishment when there is disagreement with the “boss.” Those who disagree are made to feel as though they are stupid or inept. They are brainwashed with the notion that they do not have the knowledge or experience to question the leader.
Younger people are particularly vulnerable to the leader’s “gift of gab,” and his feigned expertise. No matter how radical the leader becomes in his decisions or actions, the cult members will not criticize him. Even if there should be mild disagreement, no specific expressions are voiced. The members reason that though he may be mistaken in some of his judgments, yet the overall good he accomplishes outweighs any minor flaws.

Members are taught to “rationalize” the conduct of the leader in matters they have always “considered unethical before,” under the guise that the “end justifies the means.”

The leader “is preoccupied with [raising] money.” There is always a need for increasing finances. New projects are ever in the planning. Members are strongly encouraged to greatly sacrifice for the leader’s current “pet” enterprise. There is little pressure let-up; members of the group must be kept “revved up” on a continual basis.
The cult leader always takes the major credit for the movement’s accomplishments. Members become psychologically dependent upon him. “What would we ever do without our leader?,” is the cult mentality.

The cult leader generates within his members “a polarized” mentality. His people evolve an “us-versus-them” mentality. Little-by-little he criticizes other groups with which his members might tend to associate, undermining confidence in them, attempting to discredit anyone who could have influence over his “flock.”
Cult members become suspicious; they imbibe the critical disposition. No one is really as “sound” as “we” are. We are an “elitist” group. And so, seeds of isolationism are sown. The movement leader discourages reading any material, examining any ideas that he does not generate. He seeks to control the inflow of knowledge relative to “his group.”

Kip McKean actually has charged his followers not to read certain books dealing with “mind control,” characterizing any breach of this rule as “sin” (Steve Hassan, Releasing the Bonds, p. xvii). “Jehovah’s Witnesses” generally will not read any literature other than that published by the Watch Tower association.

The cult leader has a clearly defined “anti-authoritarian” disposition. Within the context of the church, for instance, he would have an “anti-elder” attitude. Elders would be recipients of constant critical remarks. No cult leader would affiliate himself with a congregation having elders to whom he must be in submission. “Control” could not be maintained in such an environment.
The cult leader would constantly criticize preachers, particularly those whose knowledge of the Scriptures eclipse his own. Members must be made to feel that he is the “chief authority” in spiritual matters.

Cult members are seen occasionally to take on a new personality. They begin to act differently. They become increasingly antagonistic to family members and long-time friends. They may even boast that, “I am not the old [name] that you used to know; I am a new person now.” And indeed they are. They have become strangers to those who knew them well. They have been transformed into the image of their leader.

Radium

Stalin had a 'cult of personality' that had starving Russian peasants rat out other starving Russian peasants to starving Russian police for saying they were starving because of him.

I guess now it's the same but different; Goons too are starving on the measley ration of working forums he delivers. Everybody gives radium sloppy blowjobs or tounges his asshole in the hope he can ejaculate a spiffy minor 'feature' that makes things worse, or (more likely) just take another big, steaming, nutritious dump on the forums, which provides sustainance for the proletariat and makes them even more grateful for having such a wonderful man in their lives.

He's like an adult with mental retardation thinking the well-oiled machine of the forums is like the ballpen at his local kids entertainment center, that he can dive in and have a blast. His naivety blinds him to the fact that everyone is staring at him like an adult with mental retardation in a ballpen at a kids entertainment center. Except the other kids of course who are in there with him, who are just kids and don't know that society doesn't tolerate retards.

Radium sucks so much dick, his dick sucks itself.

I gave radium a chance. I told him that he misspelt the word 'development' in the title image of his blog. No reply, no thanks or anything, and to this day the image stands. What a fucking moron. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has emailed him about it, considering he is posting the link non-stop and his ever-growing harem of groupies are all so desperate to get into bed with him that they'll do anything to get their proverbial mouths around his sweet sweet penis. I mean what can you say to a guy that doesn't accept free help? Someone writes the Last Read extension and he says stop using it. Someone creates an image host that doesn't suck and he arbitrarily decides to prevent its use. Both enterprises moved strain elsewhere, to user's local machines and to an external file server, proving that user-generated schemes are both practical and popular. Instead of spearheading the expansion of the community by its users and in essence actually doing his job, he decided to let the whole Something Awful universe implode on itself. Radium fiddled with Team Fortress Classic while the Something Awful forums burned.

He does have some redeeming qualities; you have to admire the guy for his steadfast adherance to his principles. He's decided to pick a fight with every single thing that he perceives as a threat (which is everything) and he's reached for the nuke button every single time. There would have been no Cuban Missile Crisis if radium was POTUS, he would have condemned us all to our frosty and cancer-ridden deaths by blanketing the world in nuclear winter as soon as he was sworn in. Of course he would survive this catastrophe (note that he has survived as sysadmin since day one despite being the sole cause of several forums catastrophes, I'm sure at this point he could survive in space by himself naked). While the remnants of humanity try to rebuild, he'll be chilling in his basement, playing TFC by himself until the radiation disapates, not a care in the world.

The only thing that Ken likes better than not fixing the forums and playing TFC is the fact that he is paid an undisclosed sum for these duties. It is in his best interest to not fix the forums, deploy features that matter, or correct trivial things such as mod tags being seen by non-mods, because the quagmire of broken forums and the minefield of rules which resemble a Japanese game show give him the money that he uses to spend on goods and services such as webhosting for his blog. The only thing more mind-blowingly awesome than being paid to avoid adult responsibility in addition being paid to perform your favourite leisure activity is having sexual favours performed on you while you do it. Thank you goons, your continued efforts to eternally fellate radium has resulted in a man so deluded that he thinks he is a worker of miracles at a job that he doesn't actually do.

Imagine a single Fortune 500 company owned and operated by radium and goons respectively. Western civilization would collapse with the domino effect of one giant corportation after another sucumbing to the death touch of radium as he jumps from firm to firm with his eager devotees under his beck and call. After all, his survival skills should be apparent by now, and it is not a stretch to imagine him moving into another position of power every so often, like he did in moving around after Lowtax, following him into his new some awful thing dotcom venture. Back to the metaphor; as capitalism itself crumbles, radium will flee, not out of concern for his safety or that of his kin, but out of electrochemical impulse, reflex, instinct, call it what you will but it is the same thing that drives savannah-dwelling creatures to run when a predator draws close. And then he will be rewarded for it by his peers. Because radium has no spine, and has no dedication whatsoever and does not believe in something bigger than himself, he fled New Orleans while other sysadmins stayed and experienced events to tell their grandchildren. Other sysadmins shaped their character. Other sysadmins earned respect. Other sysadmins built a reputation for their firms and themselves. Radium fled. He was already a hero to a small city's worth of internet people, so there was no need to hang around.

Much like the cartoon snowball gaining size as it rolls down a peak, my hate of radium and everything he represents has grown over time and through much rolling. Steam rolling. As in radium driving a steam roller through the forums in an attempt to squash bugs. Bugs the size of ants. It's not going to work. I'm sure he has more interests and hobbies than simply TFC and not doing anything; perhaps he has an interest in the manufacture of pottery in sub-Saharan Africa or the refinement of green waste into bio-diesel. Maybe he is a closet intellectual or an artistic genius. Could he be volunteering at an orphanage, or be bringing joy to the lives of the terminally ill? I concede that I do not know him personally, but I will say again that I hate him.

And I think he is a massive cock.