Monthly Archive for July, 2007

Decadent Worker #60 – 31Jul87

Decadent Worker 60Excerpted from Quent Wimple Notes by Kerry Wendell Thornley, this portion of which first appeared in Inside Joke:

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Flinging wide the door to his shack and kneeling then, plug in hand, Quent announced, “We apologize for this brief foregoing interruption in our programming due to technical difficulties beyond our control… And now, as soon as I find an elevator music station, we’ll return to ‘Quent Wimpel Notes.’…”

In a tone of voice like old-timey commentators such as Walter Winchell, Paul Harvey or Howard Cosell Wimpel droned: “Quent Wimpel Notes: There has been an alarming increase in government snooping on innocent citizens guilty of no crimes except trying to expose the assassins of President Fitzpatrick…”

CLICK. On went the radio.

“Do not — I repeat — do not go near the elevator. Don’t even try to find it,” the D.J. said.

A second voice at the station added: “Yeah, it is pretty hot.”

First Voice: “Muzak is nice, but soft rock will do for background.”

Quent Wimpel sat paralyzed.

Second Voice: “Only problem is, it’s hot in this studio.”

First Voice: “Not like the elevator, though.”

Second Voice: “Yeah, I wish I was at the beach, man. I’d dive into a big wave.”

“The Big Wave,” Quent murmured. “That’s what they call one of the radio stations!” Billboards for KWAV-FM, a soft rock station, cluttered Southern California.

First Voice: “You catch on fast, man. That’s where you belong on a night like this.”

Feeling slightly foolish — after all, his radio couldn’t be talking to him unless things were much weirder than he suspected until now — Wimpel ventured to say, “My only trouble is I don’t recall where KWAV is on the dial.”

Second Voice: “Ninety-nine and a half! Isn’t that what the thermometer says?”

Quent twirled the dial to ninety-nine point five just in time for a station break: “This is Horny Eddie of Horny Eddie and the Toads telling you to keep it on the Big Wave, KWAV-FM, 99.5, for rock and roll — yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaawwu!” Following on the basis of that recorded spot was not rock at all, but an old pop song: “We’re havin’ a heat wave, a tropical heat wave…”.

Benumbed, he listened all the way through without so much as an aside to the FBI or whoever the hell his buggers were.

“That was ‘Topical Heat Wave’” — so help him, Goddess, that was exactly how she pronounced it — “and this is Sandy LaRouge at the Big Wave — in case you, ahem, just tuned in, I played that one for some guys a few doors down; I understand their air conditioning isn’t working yet this year. And now for a song I’ve just been itching to play for you, because, baby, you turn me on!” And that was the name of the piece, “You Turn Me On,” a cut from the Axis Powers Infer No Inferno album.

Discovering radio was disconcerting enough to shoot hell out of his own program format. From that night on, Quent became an avid listener to rock stations — incessantly pumping the D.J.’s for information, carrying on a torrid long-distance love affair with Sandy LaRouge, hatching plans with radio personalities for escaping his FBI captors, etc.

That, even more than the voodoo bag in Key West, was how it all started. How or if it will ever end is another question.

Decadent Worker #59 – 29Jul87

Decadent Worker 59Excerpted from Quent Wimpel Notes by Kerry Wendell Thornley, this portion of which first appeared in Inside Joke:

In literature, as in everything else, too often the answer to one question simply brings up another mystery. In this instance, for example, Quent held what seemed like a two-way conversation with a radio D.J. who must have been some miles away. How was such a thing possible? Unfortunately, in this particular literary endeavor — unlike most — precise answers to all questions are not found.

To tell the truth, Quent could never explain this phenomenon to his satisfaction. That advanced techniques in electronic surveillance were involved was obvious. That it happened all the time, whenever he was near any radio or t.v. set, was something he was long used to…

In his notebook was a list of all the song titles on the back of the Zuma album. “Surf Turf” and “Seal Beach Waves” and “Sandy Beaches” were all references to the traumatic interval in his bewildering existence when he had, as he phrased it, “discovered radio.” Another song was called “Program Notes” and that was even more clearly about that night in Tujunga, California, just over two years ago, when his first conversation with a disc jockey occurred.

Already, by then, he knew that his little house on the hill must be bugged — or at least that was the hypothesis that explained the facts with the fewest assumptions. For every conversation he held there with anyone was soon the business of the whole community.

Eduardo Scott would come up some evening for a visit, during which they would share a joint and rap about the Fitzpatrick assassination or about Cosa Nostra… Later that night Quent would go to one of the restaurants along Foothill Boulevard for a cup of coffee and, inevitably, a waitress or another customer would be involved in a conversation about whatever it was Eduardo Scott had mentioned to him — adding information, giving Quent knowing sidelong glances. There was no mistaking it for coincidence, for the examples just described were only his first sips from the chalice of conspiratorial communications… Soon his whole public social environment consisted of nothing but reviews — on his conversations, his notes, his most intimate acts of ever-more-infrequent lovemaking and ever-more-frequent masturbation.

…So naturally Wimpel began talking to himself. More exactly he began speaking to the walls in his hacienda-like little refurbished chicken coop on the hill on Mrs. Walsh’s two-acre estate where he was groundskeeper in exchange for living quarters. Couching these presentations in radio-program format, he addressed them to his intelligence community captors, assuming them an FBI team with a terrible security leak. Much to his own surprise, Quent found himself talented in this direction. “You know,” he interrupted himself to say — in the midst of a lecture about civil liberties and the rights of witnesses to Presidential murder plots — “with a little background music I’d sound like a pro!”

Now it happened that his landlady, Josephine Walah, was what Quent tended to characterize as an accumulator. That is, she never threw away anything — to which a gargage, two sheds and a barn on her property packed to the raftes with household items of every description attested eloquently. And it was in the barn on top of a nail keg under a sewing machine behind a davenport that he located a clock radio. (cont.)

“The attitude of great poets is to cheer up slaves and horrify despots. The turn of their necks, the sound of their feet, the motions of their wrists, are full of hazard to one and hope to the other.” — Walt Whitman

Decadent Worker #58 – 24Jul87

Decadent Worker 58“Then you might start a minor rumor campaign against him.” — Ex-CIA Agent Keehner, The Search for the Manchurian Candidate, John Marks, p. 174

“It is still better if the enemy attacks us wildly and paints us as utterly black and without a single virtue; it demonstrates that we have not only drawn a clear line of demarcation between the enemy and ourselves but achieved a great deal in our work.” — Mao Tse-Tung, p. 15

Over and over Brother-in-law asked me if I thought all publicity was good publicity, that bad publicity is better than no publicity at all. Every time I answered in the affirmative, without reservation. I may have been wrong, or at least too simple.

“Sometimes the concepts Brother-in-law wanted to convey were quite complex, and he seemed to be taking pains to speak awkwardly, possibly to give me the impression he was not an articulate, educated man.

“‘Kerry, what do you think of the idea of just scaring hell out of everybody — by convincing them that there is a situation, like say, where there are these enormous gates or something. And everyone expects a fierce lion or tiger to be behind them. They open and, instead, a kitten comes walking out.’

“I laughed and said, “I think that would be very funny.’” (The Dreadlock Recollections (c) 1984, Kerry Wendell Thornley)

At any point in time, there is always at least one more deal coming down. Rumors about me were oft planted when ‘the foundations of the world were laid.’ There actually are — and have been at least since 1959 — cults about me being some dubious famous person’s reincarnation, including Judas Iscariot and Napoleon Bonapart. I do not control these cults; they control me, particularly by means of rumors.

And of course all I get this way are rumors and rumors about rumors — particularly the latter, seeing as how the former were leading to the hypothesis of a genocidal depopulation conspiracy, with ruthlessly discocerting ecological logic, if also somewhat of a genetically chauvinist bias. The worst of Hitler, the exterminator of territories who utilized faulty maps — who could not grasp the reality that overcrowding is caused by the rent and/or the landlord.

As a result, my only purpose — stemming the tide of genocide — is defeated in the confusing babble of robot spirit mediums. Judas, in my place — in the poetically just mind of many a sober radical — would have said what I said: “Why don’t you frame some Communist?” — would have counseled cruxifiction of the Collective Christ, the Mystical Body of the Dialectical Jesus: the Communist Party. How can I blame them? That’s a rhetorical question; avoid right opportunist temptations.

As for Napoleon looks: a haircut which Judge L. Perez liked for that reason, it kept a lot of French rednecks off my back in its day. A class of the Harvard School of Business became the subject of a lifelong study that was highjacked by foreign intelligence. Somehow these Harvard grads became the basis of an organization to pass me off as a reincarnation of Napoleon, Meyer Lansky’s favorite historical personage. Slim Brooks called nut houses Napoleon Factories and called Napoleon Avenue, where earlier I resided, Crazyman Street. So the Napoleon Complex, as it is called, could also be a conspiracy to drive me mad.

There is in any case a virtual occult reich of these cults — half a dozen of which I am aware deem me this or that notorious figure from the past. When in my ignorance I was keeping my mouth shut about Brother-in-law, they were nice to me. These days they surround me with gullible pawns eager to help me work off bad karma by adding to my problems. Rumors are among their best weapons.

That my case was reviewed by the Supreme Court, who decided my rights were not being violated, is — I suspect — a CIA lie; challenged, they fall back to the position that the Supreme Court refused to hear my case. A similar lie is that the American Bar Association stands forever on the sidelines of my life, forever prepared to help me if and when my rights are violated. I have never been plaintiff in any court in the land is the truth, unless there is some way it could happen without my knowledge. My rights — all the rights numbered in the Bill of Rights with the exception of the right to bear arms, and not to quarter troops, etc., which I have not been called upon to exercise — have been relentlessly and repeatedly usurped. Why? Because this country is full of servile dumbshits who will do anything to anybody as long as they are convinced it isn’t against the law. They slept through civics and never studied Natural Law, and so conspire night and day to deprive me of my civil rights because they think the Supreme Court approves, or that in any case a bunch of Nixon and Reagan appointees even understand what rights are to begin with.

Nixon will hang for war crimes if the truth is ever known.

That I somehow actually became philosopher-king, in spite of my attempts to expose the assassins and despite three plots I joined to foil the Nazis who wanted me for king, is another rumor that makes life impossible for me. Like the Elders of Zion conspiracy rumors about Jews and the hysterical legends that Gays secretly rule the world (such as are circulated locally by Will Jones), wild tales serve to justify persecution of the weak by fostering illusions that they are the strong. I am in fact possibly the most enslaved individual in the domestic intelligence community — in spite of my stubborn refusal to take orders or to join any long-range conspiracy or party or agency. Again I suspect the CIA, possibly the Ford Foundation.

That I am actually someone else impersonating Kerry Wendell Thornley is the belief of people who were misled by my own inconsistency. In Cosmic Trigger Robert Anton Wilson published a memo that I would no longer carry any identification; a number of years ago I was arrested in Tampa, Florida, for driving without a permit, so I went ahead and got a driver’s license — after which the inconvenience of going without other i.d. seemed pointless. So because I carry identification that says I am Kerry Wendell Thornley (Wendell Kerry Thornley on my birth certificate, etc.) many think I therefore could not be Kerry Wendell Thornley!

Additional slanders insist I am a sexual sadist, a Marx-Leninist, a rightwinger, a homophobic puritan, an ex-Nazi or Nazi, and what they call in conspiracy politics “old” — to name a few. All are either lies or misunderstandings. The idea that I am a Satanist is both, although I dislike organized religion.*

* Alleged: Bert Lance secretly recorded my 1979 sex magick experiment intended to blow up the Vatican in conclave, repentence for my foolish foiling of a 1978 Finn plot to attain a like end.

Decadent Worker #57 – 22Jul87

Decadent Worker 57THE MESSIAH FROM UKIAH

In order to understand the strange events surrounding Jonestown, we must begin with a history of the people involved. The official story of a religious fanatic and his idealist followers doesn’t make sense in light of the evidence of murders, armed killers and autopsy cover-ups…

Jim Jones grew up in Lynn, in southern Indiana. His father was an active member of the local Ku Klux Klan that infest that area. His friends found him a little strange, and he was interested in preaching the Bible and religious rituals. Perhaps more important was his boyhood friendship with Dan Mitrione, confirmed by local residents… Mitrione, his friend, worked as chief of police… Dan Mitrione… moved on to the CIA-financed International Police Academy, where police were trained in counter-insurgency and torture techniques from around the world. Jones, a poor, itinerant preacher, suddenly had money in 1961 for a trip to “minister” in Brazil… An American police advisor, working closely with the CIA at that point, Dan Mitrione was there as well. Mitrione had risen in the ranks quickly, and was busy training foreign police in torture and assassination methods. He was later kidnapped by Tupemaro guerillas in Uruguay, interrogated and murdered. Costa Gavras made a film about his death, titled State of Siege. Jones returned to the United States in 1963, with $10,000 in his pocket…

With his new wealth, Jones was able to travel to California and establish the first People’s Temple in Ukiah, California, in 1965. Guarded by dogs, electric fences and guard towers, he set up Happy Havens Rest Home. Despite a lack of trained personnel, or proper licensing, Jones drew in many at the camp. He had elderly, prisoners, people from psychiatric institutions, and 150 foster children, often transferred to care at Happy Havens by court orders. He was contacted there by Christian missionaries from World Vision, an international evangelist order that had done espionage work for the CIA in Southeast Asia. He met “influential” members of the community, and was befriended by Walter Healy, the head of the local chapter of the John Birch Society. He used members of his “church” to organize local voting drives for Richard Nixon’s election, and worked closely with the Republican Party. He was even appointed chairman of the county grand jury…

Jones changed his image to that of a liberal. He had spent time studying the preaching methods of Father Divine in Philadelphia, and attempted to use them in a manipulative way on the streets of Frisco… Jones was able to use his followers in an election once again, this time for Mayor Moscone. Moscone responded in 1976, putting Jones in charge of the city Housing Commission. In addition, many of his key followers got jobs with the city Welfare Department, and much of the recruitment to the Temple in San Francisco came from the ranks of these unemployed and dispossessed people. Jones was introduced to many influential liberal and radical people ranging from Roslyn Carter to Angela Davis.

The period when Jones began the Temple there marked the end of an important political decade. Nixon’s election had ushered in a domestic intelligence war against the movements for peace, civil rights and social justice. Names like COINTELPRO, CHAOS, and OPERATION GARDEN PLOT or the HOUSTON PLAN made the news following in the wake of the Watergate revelations… These operations involved… a full-scale attempt to discredit, disrupt and destroy the movements that sprang up in the 1960’s. (”Jonestown: CIA, Assassinations, Drugs and Mind Control” by John Judge, Critique #21/22

Decadent Worker #56 – 17Jul87

Decadent Worker 56Zen Koan Solved By Conspiracy Buff

Why did Bodhidharma come from the West? A conspiracy of Indian tea growers financed his voyage. You don’t think all the tea in China got their by coincidence?*

Yesterday, tea; today, Coca Cola. As Walter Cronkite once explained, current history can be seen as a global war between Coke and Pepsi. In Russia there is a Pepsico franchise whereas Coke’s got China. In the Middle East I think it is Coke in Israel and Pepsi in the Arab nations — and Cronkite said PLO types have been known to shoot up billboards for the Israel brand, so high do feelings run.

Soft drink companies have astronomical amounts of money to throw around, so the temptation to become involved in conspiracy politics finds them irresistable.

Remember Andrew Young, Carter’s outspoken Black Ambassador to the United Nations? Within a week of the Martin Luther King Holiday this year, he was over in Africa — taking a break in his duties as Mayor of Atlanta to plead the case for Coca Cola. “Find out what Coca Cola wants before you ask them to leave,” he as, in effect, telling Third World heads of state.

A KKK-type newspaper called The National Chronicle (Vol. 19, No. 22, 11 June 1970) carried an item warning: “Any White Christian would have to be ignorant of the facts to even consider drinking a violent poison like Coca Cola or Pepsi Cola in the first place. In some respects it is easier for the naturopath to treat a morphine addict than a Coca Cola or Pepsi Cola addict. If the White Christian set would be sure to survive to inherit this country they would help the Pepsi Cola and Coca Cola companies spread propaganda to the blacks. But I know no White Christian would stoop this low.”

Reference is made to a then-recent article in Fact: Magazine which I remember reading at the time wherein more than one doctor is cited who recommends giving children beer before allowing them to imbibe the cola drinks. Of course the historic home and corporate headquarters of Coke is Andrew Young’s Atlanta and, of course, what Coke wants for Africa is exactly what The National Chronicle wished upon Blacks everywhere, if not for exactly the same reasons (I guess).

A Yin and a Yang could be designed to look like a globe, with a Pepsi cap for the dot of Yin in the Yang and a Coke cap for the dot of Yang in the Yin — and that would about sum it up. Nixon was in Dallas the morning of John Kennedy’s assassination as a corporate attorney for Pepsi. When the shots were fired he was safely elsewhere — flying east in a private plane owned and piloted by Don Kendall, a high-ranking Pepsi executive. Kendall credits Nixon with once saving his job, by manipulating Kruschev into posing for photos with a bottle of Pepsi in hand during the famous Kitchen Debate. Kendall actually said that in public and was quoted by journalists.

Joan Crawford was married to another Pepsico executive and it was from a party at her home that Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski drove Robert Kennedy to the Ambassador Hotel the night he was assassinated. So whoever finds out whether the Manson Family drinks Coke or Pepsi can probably unravel the whole thing.

* Actually tea originated in China and, besides, the answers of Zen koans are seldom if ever quite exactly logical — for that reason.

Decadent Worker #55 – 15Jul87

Decadent Worker 55“Lee Harvey Oswald, CIA, with carefully planted links to both the ultra-right and to the Communists, was designated as the patsy. He was supposed to shoot at Gov. Connelly… Each of the four shooters — Oswald, Brading, Prattiano, and Roselli — had a timer and a back-up man… Hunt and McCord were there to help.” — The Gemstone File by Bruce Roberts

Note: Oswald could not have been one of the shooters, for photographic and eyewitness evidence proves he was on the front steps of the Depository when the President passed. Roselli may have been the source of this data, may have thought Oswald look-alike William Seymour was Oswald. Anyway, it is significant that John Connelly, not JFK, was supposed to be the target.

[Caption] THE MYSTERY TRAMP, Dallas, 22Nov63: He ain’t selling any alibis. Captured by police, the three tramps were not identified or booked.

[Caption] WATERGATE BURGLAR E. Howard Hunt looks like the man I call Brother-in-law, probably was known to others as Maurice B. Gatlin Sr.

“It is difficult to understand the gravamen of Mr. Hunt’s complaint given the state of the ruling by the Court and the witnesses available to both sides, Liberty Lobby, Inc., persented no evidence as to Mr. Hunt’s whereabouts on November 22, 1963. No such evidence was presented by the defendant in the case since Liberty Lobby did not know, and does not know, where Mr. Hunt was on November 22, 1963 in view of the fact that Mr. Hunt has given so many different stories as to his whereabouts that day. On the other hand, Mr. Hunt, who would have been precluded from offering evidence as to his whereabouts on November 22, 1963 had there been a stipulation which he honored, presented testimony from himself and others which, if believed, would have convinced the jury that Mr. Hunt was not in Dallas, Texas on November 22, 1963… Thus Mr. Hunt enjoyed the best of both worlds. He was prepared to and did offer testimony as to his whereabouts on November 22, 1963. The defendant on the other hand, offered no such testimony. That the jury did not believe Mr. Hunt and did not credit his alibi witnesses has apparently created a problem for Mr. Hunt from which he seeks redress inappropriately.” — Mark Lane, In the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit, No. 85-6078, Appeal from the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of Florida

“The interesting thing was the jury said we were clearly not guilty of libel and actual malice, but they were now suspicious of Hunt and everything he invoked because we brought out a lot of stuff on Hunt… One of the key points in the mind of the jury as far as we’ve been able to tell at Spotlight is that Hunt to this day still cannot come up with an alibi for where he was the day of the assassination.” — Victor Marchetti, “Ex-CIA Official Speaks Out” by Greg Kaza (Full Disclosure, Box 8275, Ann Arbor, MI 48107. $15/yr.)

Decadent Worker #54 – 10Jul87

Decadent Worker 54In Defense of Libertarian Communism

by Kerry Wendell Thornley

For many years I accepted without question the prevailing opinion on the libertarian right that communist anarchism is “anti-market,” that it was espoused principally by people who objected unconsciously to the idea of having to work and that it preached excessive violence. During the summer of 1975 I read Alexander Berkman’s What is Communist Anarchism? and confirmed a suspicion I’d been nurturing since 1969 that the last two of these charges, at least, were wholly in error. Berkman, like his comrades Emma Goldman and Rudolph Rocker, held views similar to those developed by Peter Kropotkin — except that Berkman was exceptionally eloquent and quotable in his expressions of them, while at the same time confining himself in What is Communist Anarchism? to simple, working-class language.

All during his brief, tragic life he worked incessantly and tirelessly in support of all revolutionaries — including, in the early stages, the Bolsheviks in Russia and, later, all the anarchist dissidents, including Stirnerites, in Lenin’s prisons, without ever claiming to share the predominent views of either. Needless to say, his support for fellow communist anarchists was unstinting.

As for the notion that revolutionary communist anarchists are bloodthirsty individuals, it is adequately refuted in the chapter in What is Communist Anarchism? on violence. Berkman compares the social revolution to a fragile flower that must be cultivated gently. Believing that some violence is necessary, he argues that it is like rolling up one’s sleeves before beginning the actual work of revolution, asserting also that when great thinkers like Bakunin and Malatesta ranted about destruction they were referring to the destruction of institutions, not of human beings.

But the charges that libertarian communism ignores the laws of the free market do not simply result from ignorance of its doctrines, but comprise instead an intellectually formidable position. In the first place, Berkman failed miserably to comprehend the significance of monetary mutualist ideas about central banking — blaming the warlike nature of capitalism upon the overproduction of goods and the consequent necessity to find new markets, unaware that in a free society stored overproduced goods could become a basis for mediums of exchange. Moreover, he failed to see that the prospect of war is needed by multinational banking corporations as a mechanism to insure the collection of interest on debts from governments and failed to realize that credit monopolies such as central banks virtually thrive upon the misery and destruction that create debt.

Beyond that mistake, however, his thesis does not express an ignorance of free market principles, but instead depends upon a view of human nature that differs from that of most Conservatives and laissez-faire capitalists. Conservatives accept Original Sin and libertarian righists assume that the laws which result from present economic values will always prevail, although those values result in turn from centuries of authoritarian conditioning.

As Hagbard Celine points out in the Illuminatus! Trilogy, left anarchists disagree with right anarchists only in their predictions as to how people will behave in a free market — the leftists believing that cooperation will take the place of competition, the rightists assuming that people will remain as competitive as ever. In other words, while authoritarian economics are prescriptive, libertarian economics are predictive — a realization which facilitates left-right unity among anarchists and libertarians.

Libertarians tend to agree with Marxists that economics usually determine politics, that economic forces are more basic to the structure of society — but neither seem to take into consideration how much prevailing human values determine economic choices. An ignorant society composed of ignorant people will make foolish purchases and thereby become a market for junk merchandize and/or enormously destructive weaponry designed to wipe out foreign civilian populations instead of its own domestic and multinational oppressors.

Unfortunately, ignorance tends to feed on itself. Spencer thought universal literacy would culminate in the solution of all or most of society’s problems, but as Aldous Huxley observed he did not anticipate that most people would opt to read trivia — escapist fiction, inaccurate propaganda, advertising, etc. — instead of consciousness-raising material and scientific papers. When television was in its infancy all kinds of optimistic predictions were made that it would eliminate war by establishing global communication between people of all cultures!

Of course, the economic and political requirements of the status quo tend to reinforce precisely those values that will maintain the established order, so there is some validity in the Marxist view of economic necessity, but the Russian and Chinese experiences have shown that a political takeover of society aimed at changing economic conditions does not succeed in significantly altering the economic infrastructure or in transforming personal values — and all libertarians understand the reasons.

But if, by libertarian methods, authoritarian values and the ignorance that they require are at a future point in history eradicated, what then? Will communist anarchism remain an anti-market philosophy or will the so-called laws of the market, being nothing more than descriptions of observed human behavior, change in accord with a proliferation of economic choices that result from psychologically liberated and informed values?

Like most higher mammals, human beings are herd animals, or tribalists. But the thelogical conceit that they are not mammals at all, but creatures “a little lower than angels,” causes them to behave in a way that alienates them not only from their own bodies, but also from their own emotional and social needs.

Imagine, as one example, belonging to a voluntary extended family of twenty-five individuals, children included, that lived in the same village neighborhood, labored in the same workplace, and enjoyed the same recreations together. Assume that these individuals had located one another through a computer matching service and that therefore their lifestyle values were very much alike. Such a group might be further bonded in multilateral marriages, or it might be monogamous and bonded vicariously in collective autoerotic sharing, or it might be sexually monogamous but held together by strong religious convictions or nonmystical philosophical values. Would such a group necessarily function in a manner that was anti-market? Even if it was organized internally for the equal sharing of what is produced?

Contrary to popular belief, human beings like to work, as the biography of many a millionare will attest. What makes labor alienating under present social conditions is that it is organized after the military model, wherein participants are told when to work and when not to work, how to dress and what relations to maintain on the job with their fellow workers. With such a distorted notion of what is necessary to production it is no wonder that the average person suspects that if working conditions were controlled directly by the workers themselves everyone would sluff off! Or that a few would work and all the others would sit back.

A peculiarity of my own background is that I come from a Mormon family, and from ages twelve to sixteen I was intensely active in the church. Mormons are famous for contributing untold hours of free labor to their church, and it works that way because, for them, work is a social occasion. As Alan Watts would say, they have managed to break down the dichotomy in their church activities between work and play.

That communist anarchists are by and large ignorant of free market principles are simply not true. For while their choices of words are different than those of the libertarian right and they therefore seldom use the term “free market,” it can be seen from a close reading of either Peter Kropotkin or Alexander Berkman that they recognize, as one example among many, that economic values are subjective, although they did not know this would become known among Austrian capitalists as the “law of marginal utility.” In keeping with their contrasting view of human nature, the anarchists use marginal utility concepts to justify equal rations, since subjective value also implies that it is impossible to ascribe an objective value to anyone’s labor.

Evidence that the communist libertarian view of human nature may tend to be the more correct one is contained in A.S. Neill’s Summerhill, where it is observed that in an environment of complete freedom children tend to be self-regulating and to master their subjects in the absence of any immediate rewards for so doing. That the resentment generated by compulsory measures is also absent in such a milieu seems to go a long way to explain why bribery, or reward, also becomes unnecessary. Further evidence is to be found in abundance in the study of anthropology, the Hopi Indians being only one very conspicuous, very extreme example of how far cooperation can develop in the direction of eliminating competition without crippling productive activity.

Instead of making metaphysical assumptions about the nature of human beings in a free society, it asks: With people as they are how can we arrange social institutions to allow for the optimum in both individual choice and useful cooperation?

Once we construct our alternative institutions with that question in mind, generations of human beings will begin to grow up in genuine freedom — and no past or present communist anarchist or laissez-faire capitalist can predict with certainty what will happen after that, but it seems to me they should be able to agree that this is where to begin.

For libertarian capitalists that means becoming aware of communist anarchist doctrines, and realizing that they are based not so much on ignorance of economics as on ulimited optimism for the potential rationality of genuinely free people.

Decadent Worker #53 – 8Jul87

Decadent Worker 53HA-HA-HAHAHO: OHMLY REVOLTING WATTICISMS RULE

“(An) example is the ‘woodpecker’ signals emanating from the USSR in the 5-30 megahertz region and interfering with communications around the earth.

“These complex woodpecker signals appear to originate from two or three dozen powerful Soviet transmitters, each with a power estimated as high as 40 megawatts…

“Typically the signals may be found on, say, sixteen different carriers between 10 and 20 megahertz. Twelve of the carriers may appear normal, with normal ands, and the other four may have the carrier and both sidebands supressed but still show the biologically significant modulation… Other complex modulation frequencies, many of them changing, are present on the various channels.

“Normally, the brainwaves of mammals in an area are gently entrained by the normal oscillations of the earth’s magnetic field and are oscillating along at, say, 7.5 hertz. Under continuous radiation from the Soviet woodpecker signals, at a percentage (say 30 percent) of the mammalian brains may be captured by the 10 hertz modulation of the overpowering Soviet signals… If the signals are made much more powerful (for example, by focusing them into one particular area or increasing the power of the transmitters), then a much higher percentage of brainwave entrapment can be accomplished in the targeted area… The weapons implications are enormous: raw emotion such as sheer terror or panic can be transmitted; information content (thoughts and ideas) can be impressed directly into the captured brains and minds and processed as if originating inside each brain itself… Certain specific ELF frequencies can rapidly disable or even kill, and for wartime use those frequencies can be directly implanted in the captured brains themselves by the woodpecker signals. It appears that 1984 came a little early, and one can now understand Breshnev’s strange 1975 proposal to the SALT negotiations that we should also consider outlawing the development of new weapons more frightful than the mind of man has ever conceived.” – Thomas E. Bearden, Excalibur Briefing (Strawberry Hill Press, San Francisco, 1980)

“A free society’s best defense against unethical behavior modification is public disclosure and awareness. The more people understand consciousness-altering technology, the more likely they are to recognize its application, and the less likely it will be used… As with the Agency’s secrets, it is now too late to put behavioral technology back in the box. Researchers are bound to keep making advances. The technology has already spread to our schools, prisons, and mental hospitals, not to mention the advertising community, and it has been picked up by police forces around the world… Totalitarian regimes will probably continue, as they have in the past, to search secretly for ways to manipulate the mind, no matter what the United States does. The prospect of being able to control people seems too enticing for most tyrants to give up. Yet, we as a country can defend ourselves without sending our own scientists — mad or otherwise — into a hidden war that violates our basic ethical and constitutional principles. After all, we created the Nuremberg Code to show there were limits on scientific research and its application.” — John Marks, The Search for the Manchurian Candidate

Decadent Worker #52 – 3Jul87

Decadent Worker 52“Why’d you try to cut your arms like that? Isn’t that a mean thing to do to yourself?”

“Because I don’t want to live. I’m telling you there’s going to be a big new revolution of police now.”

“No, there’s going to be a rucksack revolution,” I said laughing, not realizing how serious the situation was; in fact Cody and I had no sense, we should have known from her arms how far she wanted to go. “Listen to me,” I began, but she wouldn’t listen.

“Don’t you realize what’s happening?” she yelled staring at me with big wide sincere eyes trying by crazy telepathy to make me believe that what she was saying was absolutely true. She stood there in the kitchen of the little apartment with her skeletal hands held out in supplicatory explanation, her legs braced, her red hair all frizzly, trembling and shuddering and grabbing her face from time to time.

“It’s nothing but bullshit!” I yelled and suddenly I had the feeling I always got when I tried to explain the Dharma to people, Alvah, my mother, my relatives, girl friends, everybody, they never listened, they always wanted me to listen to them, they knew, I didn’t know anything, I was just a dumb young kid and impractical fool who didn’t understand the serious significance of this very important, very real world.

“The police are going to swoop down and arrest us all and not only that but we’re all going to be questioned for weeks and weeks and maybe even years till they find out all the crimes and sins that have been committed, it’s a network, it runs in every direction, finally they’ll arrest everybody in North Beach and even everybody in Greenwich Village and then Paris and then finally they’ll have everybody in jail, you don’t know, it’s only the beginning.” ‘She kept jumping at sounds in the hall, thinking the cops were coming.

“Why don’t you listen to me?” I kept pleading, but each time I said that, she hypnotized me with her staring eyes and almost had me for a while believing in what she believed from the sheer weight of her complete dedication to the discriminations her mind was making. “But you’re getting these silly convictions and conceptions out of nowhere, don’t you realize all this life is just a dream? Why don’t you just relax and enjoy God? God is you, you fool!”

“Oh, they’re going to destroy you, Ray, I can see it, they’re going to fetch all the religious squares too and fix them good. It’s only begun. It’s all tied in with Russia though they won’t say it… and there’s something I heard about the sun’s rays and something about what happens while we’re all asleep. Oh Ray the world will never be the same!” — Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums, pp. 110-111

As a matter of fact, the so-called Woodpecker stations, created by the Russians, are said to reinforce the rhythms of low-freq. sound waves from storms on the sun, as they emerge on the North American side of the world, thus turning them into useful carrier waves for, among other things, nocturnal mind manipulation. Rosie, the paranoid in this scene, was, as is true of most of Kerouac’s characters, an actual person with another name — which is given in passing in one of the nonfiction books about Kerouac and the Beat Generation.

“Eventually — say by A.D. 2000 — perhaps all this depth manipulation of the psychological variety will seem amusingly old-fashioned. By then perhaps the biophysicists will take over with ‘bio-control,’ which is depth persuasion carried to its ultimate. Bio-control is the new science of controlling mental processes, emotional reactions, and sense perceptions by bioelectric signals.” — Vance Packard, The Hidden Persuaders, 1957, p. 206

Decadent Worker #51 – 1Jul87

Decadent Worker 51CONSIDER THIS A WARNING

“Also, he (Brother-in-law) spoke of a demonstration against the testing ot the hydrogen bomb at Bikini. A protest took place in Times Square. Goats had been used as guinea pigs in the H-bomb test, so, ‘They mounted a stuffed goat on roller skates and wheeled it around Times Square with a sign hanging from its neck that said: “Today me — tomorrow you!”‘ That story he told two or three times.” — Kerry Wendell Thornley, The Dreadlock Recollections (c) 1984, p. 103

“With the recent surge in home video equipment, there is greater intimacy between viewer and image which increases the likelihood that paranoids are being spoken to directly by radio and TV commentators. The lay public is also given access to advanced monitoring equipment previously available only to lofty intruders… The reason behind this new market is apparently to put the weapons into the hands of everyone and the pursuer’s identity is camouflaged even more.

“The intruder’s scourge is virtually unnoticed even though it strikes in such a wide variety of places and through many different mediums: forms of indirect lighting, environmental music, concert and theatre sound systems (whose noise patterns induce headache, nausea and diarrhea), soap opera themes, game shows, mainstream science fiction films, rock music lyrics and the proliferation of faulty and toxic products (pain-relievers, tampons, microwave ovens) which make more and more people wonder whether they are also among the chosen.

“Now that the scientific eye finally acknowledges how the act of observation alters what is seen, pursuers misinterpret this revelation and imagine they are at the center of the universe, free to invade anyone’s privacy. Though there is little chance that paranoids will someday unite and retaliate, they can at least revel in the scrimpy victory of knowing that their tormentors are also the bait for another onlooker who is, in turn, watched by another and another in an infinite chain of command. Soon persecutors will develop counter-paranoia, thinking they are being spied on by their own quarry. Perhaps we are all being watched; we are both assailant and target in the growing perfidy which ’seems’ to be against no one, but is essentially against everyone.” — Joseph Lans, The Paranoid Manifesto,” Critique, Spring/Summer 1983, pp. 294-5

“I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates and you’ve got a key.” — Melanie