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Decadent Worker #42 - 27Mar87

Published on May 27, 2007 in Alfred E. Smith, Allen Dulles, Henry Ford, Illuminatus!, Monsignor John A. Ryan, Nazi and The Decadent Worker. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 42PANIC IN DETROIT

“Like so many other Nazi collaborators and sympathizers, Kuhn came from Detroit. Significantly, he had worked at the Henry Ford Hospital and the Henry Ford Motor Company; his anti-Semitic, anti-Communist position found its perfect place in the Ford empire. His era as American fuhrer was launched on March 29, 1936, when he was elected leader in Buffalo, New York.” (p. 5)

“Monsignor John A. Ryan, liberal leader of the Catholic hierarchy, and Alfred E. Smith, famous Catholic layman and onetime governor of New York, denounced Coughlin as a liar and seditionist, and Coughlin in turn called for a new Fuhrer, not named but indirectly disclosable as Senator Burton K. Wheeler, who could discipline these dissident Catholics. Coughlin worked for his close friend Henry Ford, whom he had forgiven for pouring a fortune into Soviet Russia, in setting up a ‘company union’ that would break up the labor unions in Detroit.” (pp. 72-3)

“Another figure in Dulles’ chain of appeasement was Gerhardt Westrick… His partner in the Dulles association was Heinrich Albert, head of the Ford operation in Germany, who protected Ford interests in Nazi-occupied France, with the result that, on direct authorization from Edsel Ford, in Dearborn, Michigan, after Pearl Harbor, the branch of Ford at Poissy built trucks for the German Army which were used against U.S. troops on and after D day.” (189)

“After all, the British and American air forces had achieved revenge by firebombing Dresden and Cologne — with the notable exception of the Ford Motor Works, in the latter city, which boasted pictures of Hitler and Henry Ford side by side behind executive desks for the duration of Wold War II.” (p. 202) — Charles Higham, American Swastika (Doubleday, 1985)

“HENRY FORD, by importing the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion and beginning the mass production of automobiles, he managed to pollute both the mind and the air of the United States, but he meant well, or at least he meant something.” (p. 252) — Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, Leviathan, Part III of Illuminatus! (Dell, 1975)

Rumors have designated many of the individuals who, in the last twelve years, have hassled me or been known to spread false data about my case agents of the Ford Foundation — many of whom have resided in Little Five Points.

“Meanwhile, Dulles began separate negotiations with Waffen SS general Earl Wolff, a former lieutenant in the grand duke of Hesse’s regiment of Life Guards who had risen rapidly through the ranks. He was now high in the Himmler hierarchy as leader of the Military SS in Italy. Significantly, he drew checks for Himmler on the special SS account R, using the fund established by subsidiaries of American General Electric and Standard Oil.” (p. 198) — Higham, Ibid.

I’ve been criticized for satirizing Wolff (KULTCHA #16), who throughout the post-war peace talks kept referring to the Poles as “Slavic mongrels,” according to Operation Sunrise. Remember that as of June 12th there is a nationwide boycott of General Electric, now owners of RCA which owns NBC. KULTCHA #41 deals with RCA’s Nazi collaboration. — Ho Chi Zen

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Royal Arch Masons: A secret society designed so that capitalist businessman can be “all things to all men” — Christians to Christians, Moslems to Moslems, Bolshevicks to Bolshevicks and assassins to themselves.

Decadent Worker #41 - 25May87

Published on May 25, 2007 in CIA, JFK, Martin Luther King and The Decadent Worker. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 41“First, you’d check to see if you could destroy a man’s marriage.” — ex-CIA agent Keehner (DW#32)

A man who spoke with me in Tampa in the late sixties presented evidence that even John and Jackie Kennedy were not immune to that treatment. JFK’s affairs are well known, as is a tape about Martin Luther King’s infidelities which was mailed anonymously to Coretta King, probably by the FBI. There is every possibility that Jackie may have received similar tapes. Such ball-kicking desperation is so common among Nixonites and other defenders of the capitalist empire that there are probably people who make their living no other way.

In my case there was no marriage, as such, to break up. Although still legally married, my wife and I have been separated on friendly terms since 1972. Since nearly a year after our separation I as involved in a casual relationship with a woman I shall designate as A. When that affair began I had also started living with woman B in an open but very serious relationship. Both A and B discouraged my growing interest in the JFK murder, and strictly one year to the day after The Great Speckled Bird published my “Did the Plumbers Plug JFK, Too?” article, woman C approached me on the street and said, “I don’t know how to say this, but I would like to know you.”

Said B of C, “I feel good about her,” the first time she had expressed such warm approval of any of my “other women,” usually one or two besides A, about whom she always knew but seldom liked personally.

Within another year, woman B had become the casual relationship on the side and I was living with woman C — a change I did not in any way instigate myself.

When the end of July of 1975 arrived I was still living with C, secure in the knowledge that she was so unpossessive that I need not worry about such tactics as were used against JFK and MLK.

Nevertheless, no sooner did I begin stirring up shit about the JFK murder in earnest than did woman A begin telling me, mysteriously, that my relationship with woman C was going to end — as if she, A, were either in charge of it or knew the people who were (and as if these were among the assassins).

I remained skeptical, for it did not seem possible that C and I would ever separate. But it happened that C owned a long-haired grey Persian cat which, as she had often said, she loved more than anyone in the world. One day late in 1975 that cat vanished and C and I never went to bed together again. When I would ask her about it, she would only cry. A and B also stopped relating sexually with me. D told me she was thinking of going to work for Air Force intelligence and inquired after the welfare of my son in such a sinister sounding way that I never again asked her out or called her. E moved suddenly to New York City. F told me that although she didn’t function very well without a sexual partner she would rather find someone else “who isn’t quite as much involved in conspiracies.” A day or two earlier, by coincidence or conspiracy, her sister had been raped. All of this happened in a very short time, almost all at once, in the wake of my alerting the Atlanta Police and the U.S. Senate of my involvement of discussions in the early sixties about assassinating JFK.

During these anti-Kennedy conversations Brother-in-law said from time to time, most annoyingly, “Then next we’ll get Martin Luther King.”

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Puratinism: Rape in reverse gear.

Decadent Worker #40 - 22May87

Published on May 22, 2007 in JFK, Jim Garrison, Lee Harvey Oswald, The Decadent Worker and The Process. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 40In 1968, when Jim Garrison accused me of frequent contacts with Lee Oswald in New Orleans just previous to the assassination, I again journeyed to the Crescent City — this time to endeavor to clear myself before the grand jury.

Slim was the very first person I encountered. Striding along, looking more like Don Quixote than ever, he crossed an intersection half a block ahead of me. Calling out, I got his attention and he escorted me to his pad.

Now he was living in a run-down tenement on Decatur Street. On the way there, he informed me, “The Bourbon House is no more. Somebody bought them out and now it’s a steak house called The Embers. Much too fancy for us common folk.”

Typically, he room was furnished in contemporary Salvation Army with a nautical touch. “Nowadays about the only social clearing house is a coffee house run by a group of end-of-the-world Christians called The Process. If you want, we’ll go poke nose in there. See what goes. They’re okay, which is to say they don’t evangelize or nothin’. We can make a detour and visit John Kamus at his pad. Take him with us.”

Probably it was on the way to get Kamus that Slim cautioned me not to mention “name of Brother-in-law to Jim Garrison.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. Jim Garrison already had enough weird characters to cope with, myself included. I was not there to lead him further astray in the direction of the bizarre.

We did not go in at John’s, but invited him along to The Process, located in an old warehouse on Rue Royal near Saint Anne.

A severe woman in a black dress sat behind a counter. In a corner behind her, near a narrow staircase, was a literature table.

I glanced at an array of pamphlets with the titles, “Jehovah on War” and “Satan on War” and “Lucifer on War,” as we passed on our way to the coffee house on the second floor. A cheerless, dimly-lit room with bare walls, no carpets and only a few tables and chairs, it depressed me immediately. As the three of us sat down at the only available table I glanced around at the rest of the clientele. Obviously, they were at home here. No laughter animated conversation or distracted from the gloom. Everyone seemed pale and thin and subdued. In fact, they reminded me of a bunch of zombies. “So this is where the action is?” I commented.

“Kerry,” John said, there is something I want you to know about. Barbara Reid is one of the witnesses against you.”

“I’ve already guessed as much,” I told him. “She’s probably the only one.”

“Now the other night, she threw a party at her house and invited all your friends — as well as Jim Garrison, Mort Sahl and Mark Lane.”

“But only Jack Frazier and John here showed up,” Slim put in.

“That’s reassuring. But what’s with Jack Frazier? We hardly know each other!”

“He’s very suspicious of you,” Kamus warned. “He gave the guest book from the old Ryder Coffee House to the D.A. and they’re going through it looking for samples of your handwriting.”

“That should prove most informative,” I remarked dryly. “I used to sign it: ‘Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst, 1369 Blanderblunk Drive.’”

“Yeah, they found those.”

“I gather Garrison and Mort Sahl and Mark Lane were not among the guests that failed to show,” I said.

“They were there.”

“Sounds like a plot to turn my friends against me.”

“That may have been the general idea,” John answered.

We drank our expresso and then Slim and I departed, leaving John Kamus behind, presumably to converse with the Processenes…

…I went alone to visit Lane Caplinger Lake, another old French Quarter friend. A former secretary in Jim Garrison’s office, she engaged me in an all-night discussion of the workings of the district attorney’s mind on this eve of my February 8th grand jury appearance. “If you can only get through to him…” she kept saying. “Garrison is a man who is capable of contemplating only one possible reality at a time… When I worked for him, a creep named Pershing Gervais monopolized his consciousness. Nowadays, it is Mark Lane and people Mark Lane believes, like Barbara Reid. You will have to get through to Garrison with your reality, Kerry, or he sure as hell will charge you with perjury.”

“What about Barbara? I don’t get it. Why are they listening to her? Everybody in the French Quarter knows she’s a screwball.”

“I’m not certain why. I’ve beenthinking about that. These days, Barbara is up to her ass in a very strange cult called The Process.”

“I know about them. Slim says they’re harmless. He calls them end-of-the-world Christians.”

“‘End of the world’ is right,” she said, “but most of them are Satanists, not Christians. And they aren’t just waiting for the end of the world; they are trying to hurry it along! One of them explained it to a friend of mine. They say they are trying to stir up social conflict — like race riots — because they think that will make the end happen sooner. They’re terrible people, Kerry, and they are just up the street from Barbara’s and she is up to her ass in that outfit.”

My grand jury appearance the next day was a disaster. I was exhausted from the previous night’s discussion and Jim Garrison, who asked me most of the questions, seemed indeed caught up in another version of reality. A ridiculous number of coincidences I couldn’t explain linked my activities with his assassination theory…

Upon returning home, I wrote a letter to Assistant District Attorney “Mu Mu” Sciambra, expressing my suspicion that The Process may have been instrumental in framing me. That didn’t help. Instead of an answer to the letter, I received a bill of information charging me with perjury.

Moreover, I was to learn when I returned to New Orleans in April for a pre-trial hearing, The Process had suddently packed up and left town… within a week of when I sent the letter about them to Sciambra.

Writes Ed Sanders in The Family, “…In New Orleans, the Process rented a large house in the French Quarter. The eight Luciferians from the London home church, with Alsatian dogs, began to run a coffee house and serve homemade brownies, attempting to relate to the hip community… There is some indication that while in Nor Orleans they became interested in voodoo.

“In early 1968 Processans left New Orleans for California. Reports from two people, one a former Processan, say that they encountered trouble with the local authorities…” (p. 88)

And on page 80 he writes, “…Process Church of the Final Judgement arrived on the Los Angeles scene in early 1968. They stayed in public view till a few days after Robert Kennedy’s assassination in June of ‘68, after which they dropped from sight in Los Angeles.” — Kerry Wendell Thornley, The Dreadlock Recollections (c) 1984 (pp. 219-220-221 & 40)

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Uniformity: Inequality in drag.

Decadent Worker #39 - 20May87

Published on May 22, 2007 in Charles Higham, Heusinger, NATO, Nazi, Permindex, The Decadent Worker and de Gaulle. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 39“It seems clear that the real reason that Permindex lost its charter in Switzerland was that General de Gaulle traced the assassination attempts in 1961 & 1962 to Permindex. The same thing happened with Centro Mondiale Commerciale in Italy when de Gaulle likewise informed the Italian government, whereupon CMC moved to Johannesburg, South Africa…

“General de Gaulle’s intelligence contacts quickly traced the assassination attempts on his life back to NATO in Brussels through its various intelligence operations and specifically Permindex in Switzerland. This was found to be basically a NATO intelligence front using the remnants of Hitler’s intelligence units of the Solidarists headquartered in Munich, Germany. One of CMC’s board members was Prince Guitierez di Spadafora, industrialists and landowner of oddly totalitarian turn of mind, related through his daughter-in-law to Adolph Hitler’s notorious Minister of Finance, Hjalmar Schact (tried as a war criminal at Nuremberg), another board member was Clay L. Shaw, of New Orleans…

“When de Gaulle found that NATO had tried to kill him, he ordered NATO off the soil of France…

“Guy Bannister (of 544 Camp St., New Orleans) dispatched Maurice Brooks Gatlin, Sr., on behalf of Permindex, with $100,000 in cash of the FBI’s money and delivered it to the Fascist Generals plotting against de Gaulle. Gatlin was the general counsel of the Anti-Communist League of the Caribbean.” — Jay Pound, “Who Told the TRUTH About JFK?” — Critique Spr./Sum. ‘86

“By World War II, Heusinger was at the highest level of the German General Staff. By 1944, he was very much in unofficial charge of the extraordinary Gehlen operation. At the end of the war, he skillfully turned coat and emerged unscathed from the interrogatory stages of the Nuremberg ar crimes trials…

“When Heusinger was released, in 1948, he was part of the Bureau Gehlen; his old subordinate had given him a job when he was still in prison. During a mere two years in jail, he was able to be a useful Nazi contact, like Skorzeny in Dachau…

“Heusinger spent three years with Bureau Gehlen. He helped Gehlen reconstitute the Gestapo under American cover…

“Heusinger reached his apotheosis on April Fool’s Day 1961, when he appeared, resplendent in uniform, as the central figure of a gala occasion. He became the chairman of the Permanent Military Committee of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization at an elaborate ceremony in Washington’s State Department Building. President John F. Kennedy, accompanied by General L.L. Lemnitzer, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and Admiral of the Fleet Earl Mountbatten, opened the meeting. It was the first convocation of NATO’s Permanent Military Committee. The President warmly welcomed the Nazi chairman and announced that NATO would now be allowed contributions of nuclear arms as a fourth power.” — Charles Higham, American Swastika (Doubleday, 1985), pp. 269-270

“His chickens came home to roost.” — Malcolm X

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Statesman: An educated psychopath.

Decadent Worker #37 - 14May87

Published on May 22, 2007 in JFK, Kaltenbrunner, Mengels, Nazi, Otto Skorzeny and The Decadent Worker. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 37MAD DOGS? or WEREWOLVES

“Saw a werewolf walkin’ through the Soho with a Chinese menu in his hand.” — Warren Zevon, Werewolves of London

“Official representatives of the United States Government wasted little time after World War II in getting into touch with one of the most dangerous of Walter Schellenberg’s special team, the indespensable SD agent Otto Skorzeny. Skorzeny was a war criminal of great importance who should certainly have walked to the scaffold at Nuremburg along with his superiors of Hitler’s Cabinet…

“Back at the Wolf’s Lair, Skorzeny was asked to take a leading role in a major counteroffensive against the Allies, in which he would dress up with his men in American uniforms as a major set of deception during the Ardennes offensive. This activity was a triumph: many Americans died as a result, and soon Skorzeny was first on the Americans’ most-wanted list. Back at Hitler’s headquarters in late 1944, Skorzeny realized the war was already over, but his loyalty to the Fuhrer was unwavering. He would do anything required of him. He undertook a series of secret missions, many of them in collaboration with Reinhard Gehlen, in charge of anti-Soviet espionage operations as the chief of the Army High Command in the East.” (pp. 243-247)

“Skorzeny… was involved in the setting up of the complex intelligence operation known as Werewolf, which was run directly by Himmler and in which Skorzeny worked very closely with Kaltenbrunner. Schellenberg was greatly irritated by Werewolf, because his subtle and devious nature was offended by the brutal bluntness of Werewolf’s espionage and sabotage activities. Indeed, Kaltenbrunner’s violent nature irritated Schellenberg more and more, and no doubt Schellenberg, the quintessential internationalist, who continued to scheme with representatives of the Allies behind the scenes, feared that the loudmouthed Werewolf members might discover and leak his plots.” (pp. 245-246)

“He was sent to Nuremberg, where he went through interrogations. Of all people, Avery Brundage, who had addressed America First meetings and had been responsible for United States participation in the Olympic Games of 1936, in Germany, was selected to interrogate him, a particular service that Brundage also performed for the U.S. Government in the instances of Fritz Wiedemann, Gehlen, and other treacherous figures… He utterly failed to bring out Skorzeny’s responsibility for the mass liquidation of Americans or anything else inconvenient that might fall into the hands of the liberals or the Soviets…

“The trial, which took place in August of 1946, was something of a farce. It was claimed that insufficient evidence was available and the prosecution was muddled: Skorzeny was aquitted despite his role as a war criminal… Like Gehlen, Skorzeny now became a most crucial figure in the secret war against the Soviet Union. According to several sources, Skorzeny was taken to Georgia, U.S.A., to demonstrate an experimental flying apparatus used in instant rescues. He was seen in Madrid, and in Bavaria, conferring with CIC officers; finally, he joined up directly with Gehlen, who became the chief spy master against the Soviets in Europe.” (pp. 249-250) — Charles Higham, American Swastika (Doubleday & Co., 1985)

“There are two mysterious Warren Commission suppressed documents in the National Archives. They are entitled: 1) Document 1016 Fascists and Nazis Today, Albin Michel, Paris and 2) Document #597 Bundesnachrichtendienst File.

“Why are they suppressed? The Bundesnachrichtendienst was the Secret Intelligence group of Adolph Hitler’s Eastern Front, the Reinhard Gehlen organization. Apparently this group sent several men to Dallas prior to the JFK assassination.” — Jay Pound, “Who Told the TRUTH About JFK?” - Critique, Spring/Summer 1986, p. 88
“Skorzeny moved to Spain, where he enjoyed a warm welcome from the Spanish Government. There he met with indispensable, American-educated Hjalmar Horace Greely Schact, a crucial figure in the formation of the internaional spiderweb of Nazi economic power… Schact and Skorzeny entered work together to reconstruct the industrial alliance with Spain which had been partly undermined due to wartime communication problems. He also worked with the leading Belgian nationalist Leon Degrelle, who had escaped execution for high treason in Belgium and was now assisting Klaus Barbie…

“He fell in love with and married Schact’s niece Ilsa and moved into a magnificent villa in a fashionable section of the Spanish capital. Ilsa Skorzeny was believed to be representing Skorzeny and Schact in arms transhipments to Egypt… Skorzeny was still under CIA cover. He never stopped arranging with Schact for the distribution of funds to the Nazi old guard.

“He organized Die Spinne, the Spider organization, which financed escaped Nazi war criminals via Switzerland, Austria, and Italy, often with Nazi buried treasure or sales of art that had been taken from Jews in occupied territories… The powerful Odessa organization, for Nazis in exile, centered on Skorzeny, and many industrialists helped…

“Skorzeny moved to the Middle East in 1953… King Farouk had been intricately involved with the Nazis, and when the CIA under Allen Dulles encouraged Gamal Abdel Nasser to become the essential dictator of the country, there was an even more favorable atmosphere for Nazis. Gehlen, Schact, and Dulles were mutually involved in the selection of Skorzeny as chief military adviser to General Mohammed Naguib.

“Skorzeny laced Egypt with Nazis including Adolf Eichmann… Concentration camps were set up under Skorzeny to liquidate the Egyptian Jews. The remnants of Rommel’s Afrika Korps were enlisted by him for desert warfare, and his security police were almost all from the SS and handed over to Nasser intact…

“Skorzeny returned to Germany once more and held an elaborate meeting of Odessa on January 25, 1957, at Kronenstrasse, in Stuttgart… Again and again, Skorzeny used his influence to protect Nazi after Nazi, most notably Josef Mengels, the notorious doctor at Auschwitz.

“Skorzeny got Mengels out of Germany to Argentina along with Eichmann and with the protection of Evita Peron…

“He rallied sufficiently to support Juan Peron when he returned to power in Argentina in 1973, and he made all the arrangements for Evita’s body to be brought from Italy to Buenos Aires as a symbolic support for her husband. When Peron died, in July 1974, Skorzeny saw to it that her embalmed body lay perfectly preserved in state beside the corpse.

“Later that year, Skorzeny attended a Mass for the souls of Hitler and Mussolini… Skorzeny did not long survive that important occasion. He died on July 7, 1975, and was cremated. His ashes were interred with ceremony in Vienna.” — Higham, Ibid. (pp. 250-255)

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Revolutionary Violence: Making a killing on the stock market. — Ho Chi Zen

Decadent Worker #36 - 11May87

Published on May 22, 2007 in Defense Industrial Security Command, FNORD, Religion and The Decadent Worker. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 36“The world strictly opposes all requirements of sexual hygiene. The natural instincts are biological facts which can neither be effaced from the earth nor be basically altered. Like everything living, man needs first of all satisfaction of his hunger and gratification of his sexual instinct. Society as it is today, impedes the first and denies the second. That is, there is a sharp conflict between natural demands and certain social institutions. Caught as he is in the conflict, man gives in more or less to one side or the other; he makes compromises which are bound to fail; he escapes into illness or death; or he rebels — senselessly and fruitlessly — against the existing order. In this struggle, human structure is molded.

“Human structure contains the biological as well as the sociological demands. Everything that is signified by position, fame and authority, defends the sociological demands against the natural demands. I was amazed to see how one could so thoroughly overlook the enormous importance of the natural demands. Even Freud, though he himself had discovered quite a considerable part of it, became inconsistent.” (pp. 102-3)

“Masochism, furthermore, became a central problem in mass psychology. The question as to how this problem may be practically solved in the future seemed of decisive significance. The working millions suffer the most severe deprivations of all kinds. They are being dominated and exploited by a few people in power. Masochism flourishes like a weed in the form of diverse patriarchal religions, as ideology and practice, smothering every natural claim of life. It keeps people in a profound state of humble resignation. It frustrates their attempts to cooperative rational action and makes them forever afraid of taking responsibility for their existence. This is the stumbling block for even the best intentions for a democratization of society.” (pp. 110-1) — Wilhelm Reich, Selected Writings (Farrar, Straus and Cudahy, 1960), Atlanta Public Library # 615.85

“What I actually am is an offshoot of Paganism and early Irish Christianity. I follow beliefs which formed the basis of the Culdee Church. The Culdee Church was the only true union of Paganism and the real teachings of Christ; it was brutally stamped out by the papacy. The Culdee Church continued to believe in an ancient Celtic gods. It continued to believe in the Danu and the Dagda and it considered all the ancient heroes and heroines of Ireland to be saints. They had women clergy. They did not believe that sexual intercourse was sinful and, as a matter of fact, on all the church doors was a big portrait of the Great Mother giving birth with her clitoris exposed and her labia pulled wide and her mouth open because she is in the birth ecstasy. Those are called Sheila-Na-Gigh…

“I want people to start getting off. Drugs and sex are an essential part of magical rites. Some of the heaviest power is obtained that way. Do you know that there was a period in Irish history when people were so liberated that they were able to make love in any public place, without shame.” — Sharon Devlin in Chapter 6 of Drawing Down the Moon by Margot Adler (Beacon, ‘79)

If anyone knows who originated the term, “FNORD,” tell me. A FNORD is something manipulative and subliminal relying on an unexamined premise. For example, I once designated “blue” as a code for “male” — because baby boys are customarily dressed in blue. Yet through usage (misusage) in conspiracy politics the word and color blue almost immediately came to symbolize sex, instead. We call that a FNORD: the tacit premise is that only males like sex. What does it reveal about the level of consciousness involved? I say it is that of the Anti-sex League in 1984.

Language reveals a lot about attitudes. Among intelligence community people, particularly those involved with the Defense Industrial Security Command, any intimate interpersonal experience is called “going to the store.” Tacit premise: friendship, love and sex are just commodities — like chewing gum, flashlight batteries and bread. You get them by “going to the store” and, as is the case among such vessels, in exchange for something else — usually performing a favor for some third party. I say that is precisely the manner of thought described in Brave New World.

Circa 1967 a letter to the editors of the Los Angeles Free Press from a woman who had just seen her first copy of that underground newspaper, complained that the paper was about nothing but sex. Among the many other causes championed by the L.A. Freep were the Peace Movement, the Psychedelic Movement and all the avant-garde arts. This is another mentality very common in conspiracies; if you mention ten things and one of them happens to be sex, there are people who will from then on talk about nothing else with you but sex, be they for or against it. Where I first noted it was in the Free Press letter and, curious about where such a mind was at, I began noticing every subsequent instance of the same thing. Not until I discovered conspiracy politics though did I begin encountering this quaint attitude daily. One evening I got into such a discussion with an aging gentleman who kept insisting on bringing up things like whether I preferred masturbation or coitus, etc. when I wished to talk about an important international matter on which he was an authority. Eventually I expressed my opinion that only sexually repressed people can speak of nothing but sex, and he was very insulted. But I cannot help always thinking of the guy who, after taking an ink blot test, invited his shrink to a stag party and said, “And, Doc, bring those dirty pictures.”

If you will remember carefully or have access to back issues, by some chance, of supermarket scandal tabloids — early August of 1975 was when they all switched, as if in step, from a whole flurry of articles on the JFK murder to pieces dealing exclusively with JFK’s illicit affairs. Call it coincidence or not, exactly a week earlier was when I first approached Reginald Eaves’ office with my information about the JFK assassination.

If we interpret the doctrine of Natural Rights more consistently than 18th Century customs permitted, sexual liberty is properly an end, and not a means of social organization — protected by precisely the principle that guarantees religious freedom as well. Tolerate 1984 and Brave New World social customs only if you wish to remain slaves.

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Mystic: One who takes the Good and the Beautiful for the True. — Ho Chi Zen

Decadent Worker #35 - 7May87

Published on May 22, 2007 in Allen Dulles, CIA, E. Howard Hunt, JFK, Lee Harvey Oswald, Richard Bissell, Richard Helms and The Decadent Worker. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 35“At the end of 1961,” writes E. Howard Hunt in Undercover, “Dulles was forced to ‘retire,’ and Richard Bissell followed. He was succeeded, not by Tracy Barnes, but by Richard Helms, untainted by the Bay of Pigs.

“After a considerable bureaucratic struggle Barnes established the Domestic Operations Division and appointed me its chief of covert action. The new division accepted both personnel and projects unwanted elsewhere within CIA, and those covert-action projects that came to me were almost entirely concerned with publishing and publications. We subsidized “significant’ books, for example, The New Class, by Milovan Djilas, one of a number of Frederick A. Praeger, Inc., titles so supported; ran a couple of news services — one based in Washington’s National Press Building — even subsidizing the printing and distribution of a well-known series of travel books. The work was not particularly demanding, and at the end of the day, I still had sufficient energy to write fiction at home.”

As a former buddy of Lee Harvey Oswald, writing a noval based on a man who may have gone to Russia at CIA instigation, I would have been within the field of Hunt’s official attention at that time. I find it hard to believe that he would not at least have known about me, if he was not, as I’m inclined to suspect, traveling to New Orleans on an occasional weekend to give me his personal attention, using the name of a man he wanted to implicate in the JFK assassination plot: one Gary Kirstein… (p. 154)

Witness Richard Nixon’s sweating in the Watergate tapes about E. Howard Hunt’s power to make public further crimes, linked somehow in Nixon’s mind with ‘the whole Bay of Pigs thing,’ in which Nixon obviously felt himself to be implicated. That’s dealt with in some of the science-fiction Slim is talking about and it is also going to happen in the real world. Someday there will be individuals with microphones planted in their heads so that many people can hear what is going on in their lives. And they will be centers of invisible governments, that everyone equipt to listen will belong to — like big houses with one person at the center of every one of them. What do you think of that idea?”

I thought it both bizarre and impossible, but I did not want to say as much to them. “Yeah, that sounds like a pretty clever way to resist the government.” (p. 157)

“Kerry, what do you think of various organizations in the intelligence community joining forces for recruiting purposes, by implanting listening devices on individuals and observing their behavior until who they should work for is decided on the basis of what kind of people they are?”

Again, I expressed agreement with what seemed both irrelevant and unlikely… (p. 158) — Kerry Wendell Thornley, The Dreadlock Recollections, (c) 1984

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Totalitarianism: Where every aspect of the individual’s life except community business is the business of the community.

Decadent Worker #34 - 4May87

Published on May 21, 2007 in Dutch Royal Petroleum, KGB, Marx, The Decadent Worker, cant and intelligence community. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 34“Sex is not like eating a ham sandwich.” — Ronald Reagan

For young people who have not been kept by the Reagan Administration from finding out anything else about sex, it is far more like watching a televised commercial for ham sandwiches — or Snickers candy bars, Ford motor cars, Revlon cosmetics, etc. In the venacular of Madison Avenue such ads epitomize the sex sell.

Capitalism promites plasticism for that purpose, a process radical social sociology calls sex-scarcity or stroke-scarcity economics.

The hornier and more emotionally starved people are and the sexier and softer the tone of advertising is, the more attention commercial messages receive — and the more superfluous merchandise is sold.

In The Making of a Counter Culture Theodore Roszak says: “To liberate sexuality would be to create a society in which technocratic discipline would be impossible. But to thwart sexuality outright would create a widespread, explosive resentment that required constant policing; and, besides, this would associate the technocracy with various puritanical traditions that enlightened men cannot but regard as superstitious. The strategy chosen, therefore, is not harsh repression, but rather the Playboy version of total permissiveness which now imposes its image upon us in every slick movie and posh magazine that comes along. In the affluent society, we have sex and sex galore — or so we are to believe. But when we look more closely we see that this sybaritic promiscuity wears a special coloring. It has been assimilated to an income level and social status available only to our well-heeled junior executives and the jet set… Real sex, we are led to believe, is something that goes with the best scotch, twenty-seven-dollar sunglasses, and platinum-tipped shoelaces. Anything less is a shabby substitute… It is the reward that goes to reliable, politically safe henchmen of the status quo. Before our would-be playboy can be an assembly-line seducer, he must be a loyal employee.

“…As with sexuality, so with every other aspect of life. The business of inventing and flourishing treacherous parodies of freedom, joy, and fulfillment becomes an indispensable form of social control under the technocracy.” pp. 14-15

In the late sixties when the effects of the make-love-not-war strategy of the Love Generation began eroding its bulwarks, the technocracy began a campaign to sex-sell the whole capitalist ideology. Under a sudden surge of Stalinist leadership, the left fell over itself to cooperate ith the capitalist image makers; all at once everything sexy is labeled by feminists and sour radicals as, for one reason or another, reactionary. Just one more clue in the riddle of caviar Communist conservatism. So these days the left is drab, joyless, cruelly homophobic and ludicrously prissy, in order, we are tempted to conclude, that the right may appear all the more festive, ecstatic, tolerant and seductive.

In the intelligence community things are the same — only worse. Being assigned a mate is called “going home.” (Note the manipulative connotations of that term in view of stroke-scarcity economics.) Until or unless you espouse acceptable opinions you are actively isolated and cannot “go home.” In my experience the only acceptable opinions are endorsement of landlordism and/or agreement with Marx/Leninism; and, since I am neither a sadist nor a masochist — and therefore unwilling to applaud either the starvation of children or the persecution of anarchists — I was for many years not given permission to “go home.” I am also as loath to sanction the incredibly arrogant notion that anyone may presume to give, and therefore to withhold, permission regarding anything so personal as I am reluctant to raise my hand in order to request permission to go to the bathroom now that I am a big boy. So I still have not “gone home.”

There is also something called “going to the park,” where sometimes they let you get laid, though not very often, in return for coincidental agreement with them in one or another situation about lesser matters. So as not to let them compare with the reward for total surrender, however, these affairs are cramped, stiffling and usually of brief duration.

I am only guessing, but the whole thing looks to me like a white slavery racket to conscript agents for Dutch Royal Petroleum and/or the KGB — as whoever you wind up with when you do finally get to “go home” is doubtlessly an agent.

Note that I have twice used the and/or phrase. Having only heard of Revisionist Marxism, Stalinist Marxism, Marxist Humanism, Trotskyism, Titoism and Eurocommunism it may surprise you to learn there is any such thing as Feudalist Marxism — although we no doubt should have suspected as much all along. A messsage I have encountered more than once, though, says I could “go home” if I would sanction both landlordism and Communism.

Even were that not the case, the revelation that Marx-Leninist organizations acquire members by hassling them for disagreement and bribing them for expressing no-doubt hypocritical orthodox views explains much — France 1968, Spain after the civil war, the betrayal of anarchists at Kronstadt and in the Ukraine during the early days. Their intimidating self-righteousness is, then, only a mask for apathy of individuals who never wanted revolution in the first place.

Among secret societies there is one called the Earth, which is supposed to be against landlordism and the energy cover-up much the way Communism is supposed to be against capitalistm. Again there is a temptation to suspect the actual purpose is to behave so brutally and irrationally that the opposition will eventually seem the preferable alternative. I am told that among the fronts for the Earth is the Urantia Foundation — which not only is just staggeringly rich, but has also been around since the fifties; Earth has not yet blown the energy cover-up. Moreover the Earth, with whom the notorious munitioner Sam Cummings is allegedly involved, is reputedly the facility through which the Permanent Universal Rent Strike is being suppressed. Supposedly the energy cover-up is to be blown first, making fossil fuels and uranium obsolete, then the P.U.R.S. will occur. Meanwhile a child under five starves every two seconds and the Earth’s reputation for homophobia and puritanism in general surpasses that of the Spartans, Cromwellians and Stalinists all. Wilhelm Reich believed that love of nature was a sublimation caused by orgasmic impotency and the Earth, at least, appears sincere about ecology.

Ham sandwiches, anyone?

They’re biodegradable.

LANGUAGE IS THEFT / Jesuit: One who lives in the imitation of Satan in order to make life miserable for those who fail to live in the imitation of Christ. — Ho Chi Zen

Decadent Worker #33 - 30 April 1987

Published on May 21, 2007 in CIA, The Decadent Worker and philosopher-king. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 33“Someday, Kerry,” he said excitedly, “you will find yourself in a position of great power. You will not, however, be aware of who is supporting you.” Striding about the small room, wheeling and turning, he said: “No one will be able to touch you. It will be as if you are elevated upon a high pillar — and,” he paused dramatically, “there will be assassinations at your disposal.”

Whenever he became that dramatic, Brother-in-law was especially difficult to believe. To this day I think that speech was preparation for a time when I would be deluded into thinking I possessed great power, in order to test my true loyalties. I think such a routine may be a regular feature of C.I.A. “false flag” recruitment.

Another time he asked, “What do you think of a government composed of many philosopher-kings, like sages on the side of a mountain, who are moved up and down this mountain of power according to their wisdom and abilities?”

Stripped of its majestic embellishments, this very much resembles the methods of the C.I.A. in supporting rivals to the power of a government slated for overthrow. Various individuals will be selected who for one reason or another are more or less incompetent — making them easy to topple in turn when necessary — but for whom consideration popular support can be marshalled. Then one faction is played against another in order to keep the Agency in control of the overall situation.

“And one other thing, Kerry. You know, if you expose the assassins — you won’t become philosopher-king.”

“Of course not,” I answered, figuring as usual I might as well humor this grandiose burglar with all these will daydreams until I could get back to the sane people in the French Quarter. “I wouldn’t expect anything else. I mean, it wouldn’t make any sense for a king to expose his own guards.” That I would ever repeat anything in these discussions was the last thing I wanted this man to believe. After all, should he be serious — no matter how deluded — he nevertheless probably did have friends in the underworld. If he suspected I would become a stool pigeon, Brother-in-law could arrange to dispose of me in short order.

Since I tend not to be much good at keeping secret whatever is on my mind, notorious blabbermouth that I am, I handled this problem by forgetting all about the discussions as quickly as I could. Telling myself these thoughts were both unpleasant and improbable, I consoled myself by thinking that if by some chance they weren’t, I was already in so much trouble that worrying about it wouldn’t do any good…

Sometimes he made absolutely incredible promises.

“Kerry, do you believe people usually side with the underdog?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, Kerry, the day will come when you will find yourself the underdog in an intense political struggle.”

“But what good will that do without an audience?”

He assumed the coldly efficient manner of a Nazi general. “I’ll see to it you have an ample audience.”

I looked at Slim. Certainly Gary was putting me on.

“Don’t worry,” Slim grinned confidently. “He will.” –Kerry Wendell Thornley, The Dreadlock Recollections pp. 104-6 (c) 1984

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Stockholder: A banker disguised as a useful member of society. –Ho Chi Zen

Decadent Worker #32 - 27April87

Published on May 20, 2007 in CIA, Communism, Defense Industrial Security Command, JFK, John Birch Society, Mind Control, Nazi, Royal Arch Mason, The Decadent Worker, Tryall Club and Vril Society. 0 Comments

Decadent Worker 32CONTACT ALIEN INTELLIGENCE: REAWAKEN YOUR MASTURBATION GUILT!

“Keehner became disgusted by the picking-at-scabs aspect of TSS assessment work. Once the PAS had identified a target as having potential mental instabilities, staff members sometimes suggested ways to break him down, reasoning that by using a ratchetlike approach to put him under increased pressure, they might be able to break the lines that tied him to his country, if not his sanity. Keehner stated, ‘I was sent to deal with the most negative aspects of the human condition. It was planned destructiveness. First, you’d check to see if you could destroy a man’s marriage. If you could, then that would be enough to put a lot of stress on the individual, to break him down. Then you might start a minor rumor campaign against him. Harass him constantly. Bump his car in traffic. A lot of it is ridiculous, but it may have a cumulative effect.’ Agency case officers might also use this same sort of stress-producing campaign against a particularly effective enemy intelligence officer whom they knew they could never recruit but whom they hoped to neutralize.

“…’You pick the thing most fearful to him — the things which would cause him the most doubt,’ says the source. ‘If his greatest fear is that he can’t trust you to protect him and his family, you overload your pitch with your ability to do it. Other people need structure, so you tell them exactly what they will need to do. If you leave it open-ended, they’ll be scared you’ll ask them to do things they’re incapable of.’ (Footnote: This source reports that case officers usually used this sort of nonthreatening approach and switched to the roughter stuff if the target decided he did not want to spy for the CIA….)

“….The TSS staff assessors sent a report back to the field on the best way to deal with the new agent and the most effective means to exploit him.” — John Marks, The Search for the “Manchurian Candidate” (The New York Times Book Co., 1979), pp. 174-5

Early August of 1987: the 12th anniversary of a harassment campaign that has been going on against me since 12 days after I approached Public Safety Commissioner Reginald Eaves with information about my JFK assassination discussions with Brother-in-law. Every technique mentioned above has been used, among others, unrelentingly. Only I was not asked to join the CIA — even if retired CIA agent Tracy Barnes has been much involved. Instead, I was asked to follow the leadership of the Russian Communist Party. When that didn’t work I was asked to follow the leadership of the Chinese Communist Party.

As much isn’t necessarily an indication the Communists were behind it. Since my assassination testimony involved my personal prior knowledge of a plot to deliberately stir up a war in Asia — Vietnam, as it turned out — were I to join a Communist Party the truth of my allegations would be suspect. So it could easily have been the CIA and/or the Nazi Vril Society (and/or Jamaica’s Tryall Club, the Defense Industrial Security Command, the Trilateral Commission, John Birchers, Royal Arch Masons, etc., etc.) who instigated my non-stop persecution. Gerald Ford, who served on the Warren Commission, was President when it began.

Since I had in 1972 and 1973 been writing a column for San Francisco Ball, an adult bookstore sex tabloid, espousing Erotic Minority Liberation (liberation of all so-called perverts, following the cues of Black, Women’s and Gay Liberation), sexual harassment has been a principal means of psychological warfare employed against me.

For many years I have neglected to discuss this subject in full because: 1) my own sexual views are so radical and those of society in general so conservative and those of the intelligence community in particular so reactionary, that I cannot always decide what is persecution and what is, instead, simply values in conflict; 2) the very mention of sexuality is so threatening to many people that my detailed discussion of the subject is lost on them because their emotional blocks prevent any communication from occurring; 3) in order to make my experience comprehensible to others I will have to introduce so much tangential material that both the writing and the reading of a series of articles about sex and conspiracies will require unusual effort; 4) the attitudes about sexuality that prevail among intelligence agencies and secret societies are so hidebound and inhumane as to defy probability in the eyes of most outsiders; 5) so many of the other things that are happening in my life, in he context surrounding the sexual harassments, are so incredible to anyone unaware of the techno-cryptocracy that allusions thereto may seem like delusions, instead.

For example in 1976 I discovered I was being electronically surveilled by a very large number of people; adequate hints were given to convince me of that much — although this conspiracy, whicih was obviously illegal, was careful not to furnish me with any evidence that could be used to convince others of its existence. These people struck me very much as someone’s captive audience — who cried when I was suffering and laughed when funny things were happening in my life. That most of them may have already been there before I became interested in solving the JFK murder mystery, did not even occur to me. My conclusion was that a number of foreign intelligence agencies and secret societies had collided as a result of all becoming interested in my case at the same time — that upon investigating me and my allegations they became entangled with one another, with the material of my life as their only common point of reference. Now what could sound more like delusions of grandeur? People will read it and say, ‘The poor guy! He took his findings to the police and the Senate committee and was ignored. That was such a crushing blow to his ego that his unconscious mind constructed an elaborate delusional system to maintain his self-esteem — because he needs to think that he is an important person after all. So he imagines that all these conspiracies are paying all this clandestine attention to him.’

Before I discovered conspiracy politics that is what I would have said about anyone who came to me with such a story.

But it gets worse. I left Atlanta and went to California to get away from all hese busybody spies — with no luck. Nor was it just some minor conspiracy to freak me out. When something particularly sexually unconventional happened to me — as once when a little girl caught me masturbating and declared as much delightedly and loudly to everyone in the house — everyone, everywhere I went in town, for the rest of that day, with few exceptions, was blushing. They were read as beets. There is no faking something like that.

Eventually I made a request. I asked for make-believe privacy. I said, “Just be kind enough to treat me the way the Jews in the Warsaw Ghetto treated one another.” Never, ever ask a bunch of Nazis to emulate the example of Jews.