The Decadent Worker

Maybe it is where that saying comes from. Although the operation was a success, the patient died. Lawrence Thornley’s widow and many children had just received the news when the doctor made a visit to pay his respects. “I thought you might want these,” he said, handing my dad a jar of gall stones. “They’re what killed him.” My father, Kenneth, was one of Lawrence’s sons and only a teenager then. The Great Depression was probably right around the corner. (Coincidence or conspiracy: The villains of The Illuminatus Trilogy — which claims within itself to be “intended for family entertainment” — are a rock group called the American Medical Association. Also, I believe that in intelligence-community slang a Royal Arch Mason is called a “stone.”) Arthur Godfrey is said to have looked like the grandad who died before I was born.

All this happened in Los Angeles, where the family had recently moved from Layton, Utah (between Salt Lake and Ogden). Rumors to reach me via the conspiracy grapevine indicate that when Lawrence Thornley wed my grandmother, Hazel Wood, he married into a Stalinist family. Another rumor says Lawrence himself was a philosophical anarchist. Keeping in mind that the Industrial Workers of the World had been organizing the copper mines in that area and that many I.W.W. members later joined the Communist Party, such things are far from improbable. Then there is also the story that Lawrence organized some kind of information center. Since my family never told about it, I guess it must have been a secret.

My hunch is this: that Lawrence Thornley became angry with his Stalinist in-laws and began waging secret-society warfare against Communism — via a Masonic order or the Danites, a quasi-Masonic Mormon secret society. Camouflaged communications would have played a big part. Late in 1933 Goebbels was thinking about a “well-camouflaged German propaganda network” in America. (DW#7) Research as to what had already been achieved in that area would have followed. Remember the Vril Society (Kultcha #42), the Luminous Lodge that “would provide a blueprint for the foundation of the new Order in the Burgs where a super-race was supposed to be created,” according to Eric Wynants in Critique? Karl Haushofer, its main man, was also, along with his son Albrecht, among the “important leaders” o the Volksdeutscher Rat (VR — Ethnic German Council) which was of “special importance” in dealing with overseas Germans (pp. 77-8, 131-2: The Nazi Movement in the United States, Sander A. Diamond, Cornell Univ., 1974). Diamond also says (p. 262): “It was no coincidence that 1936 witnessed the beginning of a major propaganda campaign aimed at the Americans. To accomplish this end, Berlin utilized almost every pro-German, anti-Communist, and right-wing organization to disseminate its viewpoint.”

So how did I get involved in all the Kennedy-assassination and conspiracy stuf to begin with? I figure I owe my existence to one of Karl Haushofer’s breeding experiments. No sooner would the VR have found out about Lawrence Thornley’s pioneering work in camouflaged anti-Bolshevick propaganda, then they would have learned of his martyrdom under an AMA scalpel — and his widow and orphans (with his genes) living in L.A. In DW#7 I mentioned their proclivity for marrying Germans thereafter; all my life I have evidently been in the hands of a Vril conspiracy — which, I think, avoided exposure after the war by joining the intelligence arm of the Peoples Republic of China. — Kerry Wendell Thornley

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