“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.
