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Decadent Worker #82 - 16Oct87

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Decadent Worker 82Pictured upfront is one of the “policemen” who led the Dallas Mystery Tramps away from the scene of the crime and safely past police blotters as well. Note that he looks exactly like Watergate Burglar McCord! We have previously shown how two of the “tramps” resemble Hunt and Sturgis. An eye witness to the assassination identified a photo of Bernard Barker of the Watergate Team as the man he encountered behind the Grassy Knoll disguised as a “Secret Service agent.” See Coup detat In America by Weberman and Canfield for details.

Asked when Lee Oswald took his book, The Collective, to a typist, Marina Oswald said, “I think it was the end of June,” through a translator who seems to have been given to double or, in this case, triple entendre. June Oswald is Lee and Marina’s daughter. For years I have been hearing about an organization more secret, mysterious and unknown than even the Illuminati — called the June State (”JS” in my code). Allegedly, Henry Kissinger and Regis Kennedy, chief of New Orleans FBI when JFK was shot, are citizzens of this invisible government — as are any number of heavy-duty intelligence community leatherfreaks of varied political views.

In my opinion the June State functions somewhat like a trade union for spies, such as is presented in the novel, Station K. Very probably it is organized around a brain transmitter or similar device planted on June Oswald in the spring of 1963. Every initiate gets a listening device. As victim of a similar hoax I can attest that such electronic personality cults exist — wherein familiarity with the target is common denominator in cryptic communications.

Hitch-hiking, I got a ride with a man who told me there are four such living Rosetta Stones. Maybe Charles Manson and Stephen Gaskin are the other two.

Decadent Worker #55 - 15Jul87

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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 #44 - 5Jun87

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Decadent Worker 44“Goats Forever!” — Robert Anton Wilson, Werewolf Bridge (MS)

Brother-in-law’s private amusement seemed to increase.

“Kerry,” he said, groping for words, “there is a game where the people form a large circle and hold hands — and then they choose a person to be in the middle of that circle, called ‘the goat.’ Now, the object of this game, for the goat, is to break out of the circle. For all the other participants — the people who make up the circle — the object of the game is to keep the goat from breaking out, at their particular point in the circle.”

I sat there, annoyed at the change of subject.

“Getting back to that anarchist and the Ryder Coffee House,” I said, trying to hide my annoyance at Gary, “he’s got a lot of other weird ideas besides anarchy…” (p. 115) Dreadlock

“Oswald was overbearing and arrogant throughout much of the time between his arrest and his own death. He consistently refused to admit involvement in the assassination or in the killing of Patrolman Tippit.” — The Warren Report

One of the things he mentioned most often was the concept of the scapegoat, that it was originally termed escape goat and that it was derived from a tribal ritual mentioned in Leviticus. “The custom was to take two goats and to kill one of them and to sprinkle the altar with the blood, and then to take the other goat and bestow upon it the sins of the tribe. Then they let the scapegoat go, to wander in the wilderness.” (p. 56) Dreadlock

Somewhere in Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi with Curt Gentry (W.W. Norton & Company, 1974) there is, I seem to recall, a reference to some Process Church literature that says: “Hail to the Goat!”

In the early eighties in Riviera Beach, Florida, I told a man I met casually the story of the two goats. He said, “Isn’t the Tryall Club of Jamaica a tribal organization?”

Of course the Knights Templars were accused by the Church of goat worship: of the bizarre Baphomet, resembling the ancient European horned god of the hunt.

In my opinion Lee Oswald was ritually sacrificed, a sacrificial goat. In Leviticus Aaron appoints the goats, casting a lot. In the Discordian Society Slim Brooks chose as his name Aaron Immanuel Viking I, and his title: “Keeper of the Submarine Keys. (”I like that because it brings up two questions,” Slim said. “What submarine? And why is it locked?”)

I think I am the escape goat — ritually designated to wander in the wilderness of conspiracy politics with all the sins of a horrid secret society on my head. (You thought I thought I am a philosopher-king, huh?)

“Kerry, there are some tribal societies who take a man and subject him to an ordeal, and if he survives that ordeal they make him their king.” (p. 60) The Dreadlock Recollections (c) 1984 - Not, however, if you “expose the assassins” and don’t keep “state secrets” and are a Taoist Anarchist who won’t rule.

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Politician: A neurotic with power. - Ho Chi Zen

Decadent Worker #43 - 3Jun87

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Decadent Worker 43SORRY, WRONG LEON

“There was no Castro involvement in the Kennedy killing to the best of my knowledge. If so, it was very indirect. That is, those who wished to curry favor with Castro might have got in it for this reason. This would be the Mafia. They want to get the gambling going again in Cuba. The Mafia gambling joints are in top shape and ready to go. They have caretakers and were undamaged during the ‘revolution.’” — Co-man Ra (9/15/76 letter to KWT)

My respect for Co-man Ra’s expertise on the JFK murder is related to his ability to furnish logical explanations for evidence which otherwise makes little sense. Take, for example, the Second Oswald cases. As one of the people suspected by Warren Report critics of impersonating Lee Oswald just prior to the assassination, I’ve thought more about this subject than many.

These impersonations were exceptionally crude or inept — therefore seeming hardly the work of professionals who could, on the other hand, insure that even the U.S. Government and media would cover up their crime. How would anyone smart enough to get Earl Warren to furnish them an alibi, so to speak, be stupid enough to try to incriminate Oswald before the fact with: individuals using his name who drove cars when Oswald could not drive; impersonators who were older and heavier than Oswald and, most puzzling, why did one of the two impersonators who actually looked something like Lee Oswald insist upon calling himself, instead, Leon Oswald?

Co-man Ra said the crude Oswald impersonations were the work of people within the conspiracy who wanted the truth to come out. For that to happen, the complacent and trusting American public had to be sensitized to the reality of conspiracies. In order to accomplish that, the framing of Oswald was botched by means of overproduction and deliberate ineptitude.

Within a few years of accepting this explanation, I came to realize that fake names are seldom selected among intelligence professionals randomly — especially when they are trying to expose operations in which they are involved. So the next question was: Who was Leon? Probably one of the higher-ups in the conspiracy.

Having by the early eighties gone through a number of convoluted experiences regarding JFK murder studies at the hands of nominal Marxists, among others, the notion of Communist involvement no longer seemed the manifest absurdity it once had. My reading of Murrow’s Betrayal and the Hugh McDonald books, Appointment in Dallas and LBJ and the JFK Conspiracy, lent weight to such a hypothesis. Among serious scholars of JFK’s death, these volumes are not reputable. In substance they are deemed bogus confessions. Among conspirators themselves the first is rumored to be the work of the Illuminati while the other two are said to represent David Rockefeller’s version. What I found convincing about them, notwithstanding, was how much they resembled in content my own assassination-connected experiences. There was present a ring of truth, a certain atmosphere I recognized, not to be found in the more abstract works. If they were disinformation jobs, it was still the disinformation of those who knew what they were talking about. Betrayal says JFK was killed to keep him from learning that Soviet missiles had never actually been removed from Cuba. Appointment and LBJ say the assassination was instigated by the KGM, more or less further implying the CIA found out about it beforehand and either assisted or did not oppose.

As for the Leon mystery, nowhere in my assassinationology readings was it solved. Leon Trotsky? “Oswald Armed for Murder” is shown holding two copies of The Militant, a Trot newspaper. Note as well that the shadow under his nose fails to jibe with the shadow of his body on the ground. When confronted by the police with this photo, Oswald said it was obviously his head pasted on somebody else’s body. So it is possible somebody was trying to imply that Oswald was working for Trotskyists, or they were trying to smear the Trots who, in any case, were high on J. Edgar Hoover’s shitlist.

Then, circa 1981, I read a book called The U-2 Affair with a footnote that seemed to settle the Leon question. As I was to write in the October 1984 issue of The New Libertarian: “At the time of the events in Dallas, the Russian ambassador to Cuba was Sergei N. Kudryavtaev — arrested in Canada many years earlier for participating in the spy ring that stole the secret of the atom bomb from the U.S. at which time he operated under the code name, ‘Leon.’”

This opinion I also previously expressed over the air on KPFA in Berkeley on Doug Wellman’s “SubGenius Hour Radio Show (More Than an Hour, Less Than a Show).”

Any suspicion that I might have fallen in with the assassinations to begin with because I was the fair-haired destiny’s tot of Nazi eugenic plots, was as yet, far from my mind. And while this Leon theory seemed to contradict Co-man Ra’s opinion, it certainly coincided with what Brother-in-law said to me about the desirability of the war against an Asian race instead of against Caucasian Cuban Castillians.

Now although Sam Konkin, who publishes The New Libertarian, is rather too much the anarcho-capitalist for my Bakuninistic tastes, we are friends — and he has never made any secret of his connections with the Institute for Historical Review, with many of whose personnel and ex-personnel Sam is on good and close terms.

One of the reasons I dislike Konkin’s (and Ayn Rand’s) Austrian Economics is that they are so Austrian — part and parcel with them, almost inevitably, come the Holocaust Revisionist Historians who, if they are not practitioners of Hitler’s Big Lie Technique, sincerely believe Hitler was framed for a Holocaust that never was.

Enter Leon Number Three via the Klaus Barbie trial: one of Barbie’s closest post-war associated, also a friend of Otto (Werewolf) Skorzeny, was Belgian nationalist Nazi, Leon Degrelle. Says Charles Higham in American Swastika (p. 291f): “Leon Degrelle is still at it. He appears on the pages of The Journal for Historical Review, published in Torrance, California,” by the above-mentioned Institute. I blush to say, “which states among other things that the Holocaust was an invention of the Jews.” — Kerry Wendell Thornley

LANGUAGE IS THEFT/ Law and Order: A contradiction in terms.

Decadent Worker #40 - 22May87

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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 #35 - 7May87

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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 #17 - 5Mar87

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DecadentWorker17When Joel Thornton introduced himself he claimed the similarity between his last name and mine was responsible for his visit that night in the early spring of 1978. A guy named David Bucknell who was in the Marines with Oswald and me, but who only vaguely recalled my name, had looked Thornton up in the Sunland, California, phone book. Then, somehow, Joel found out about the little house on the hill in Tujunga where I lived and came calling.

In May of that year Joel and his wife, Andrea, paid my air fare to San Jose, where Bucknell had been conferring with another ex-Marine from M.A.C.S.-9, Botello. Although Botello was indisposed unexpectedly, the remaining four of us went ahead with our plan to drive to San Francisco where we visited Greg Hill and recorded our conversation.

Shortly after the New Year’s Day Cuban Revolution of 1959, Bucknell remembered, he and Oswald and I had been paged on the squadron p.a. system and, upon reporting, were ordered to base security at the annex of El Toro Marine Air Base where we were stationed.

On our way there, Bucknell and Oswald were ahead of me, engaged in a quiet discussion. When I caught up with them, Oswald informed me bluntly that the conversation was private, so I fell back a few steps. That much I still recalled in 1978. What Oswald and Bucknell were talking about was a loan sharking operation they were running. Oswald was assuring him that they wouldn’t be in trouble for that reason, because in that case I wouldn’t have been called up with them — Bucknell now said.

When we arrived at base security we were directed into a meeting room where several Marines from other outfits were also assembled, according to careful notes David Bucknell made the next day and was reading aloud nineteen years later. “You men have been called together because it is our understanding that you are all admirers in one way or another of Fidel Castro,” said a civilian speaker introduced by a Marine captain only as Mister B. “We have reason to believe that Castro’s new government has been infiltrated by Soviet agents,” he continued. That much I vaguely remember hearing at a lecture somewhere along the line. As I was slated to soon go overseas a whole spate of orientation classes happened around the same time, probably immediately afterwards. For the same reason I was probably not eligible to volunteer for this super-secret project to help Castro get rid of his Russian spies, since it probably involved Stateside schooling — although I’m unable to explain why I don’t remember any request for volunteers.

Bucknell says he volunteered and so was interviewed privately by Mister B. at once, who looked bewilderedly at his references on the application and asked, “Who is E.H. Hunt?” Upon learning it was Bucknell’s maternal grandfather (and, as Bucknell speculates, not E. Howard Hunt), Mr. B. laughed, “Oh.” So this mysterious Latin civilian with a flattop and ducktail probably knew Edward Howard Hunt who, with Nixon, was in charge of the Cuban invasion preparations under Eisenhower.

Greg or Joel later contacted Botello who said he did not remember Bucknell being in M.A.C.S.-9. I recall him, though, as someone nicknamed Bucky Beaver and I remember enough of the incident he described to be sure it or something like it happened. — Kerry Wendell Thornley

Decadent Worker #7 - 29Jan87

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DecadentWorker7Any attentive reader of this wall newspaper must ask sometimes — besides: “Is this guy nuts or what?” — how did I ever get involved in conspiracies to begin with? You and me, we both wonder. When I was in the Marines with Oswald, I used to think. But even then a gnawing uncertainty caused me to ask Co-Man Ra in the mid-seventies how I originally became involved, a question to which he made no reply.

In 1978 I began creating my own cant language with which to communicate with agents without their seeming to the casual observer to be passing on information — a precaution upon which they insist. Before long I realized there was already an older language, much like my own — consisting of puns, both unique symbols and universal ones, free associations and archtypes, innuendos, archaic meanings, ambiguities in syntax, etc. — of which I eventually picked up a smattering.

Speaking in canted double entendre is, for example, called going inside in the older cant, whereas expressing yourself as nearly all ordinary non-conspirators do is called talking outside. (Since I wrote up one of my first codes in a notebook with an Almond Joy ad on the cover, to speak of something in my cant language is called, to “enjoy” it.)

A result of my studies has been the gradual realization that all my life I have been surrounded by individuals who were communicating with one another in the older language. Why? I think my more recent studies in American Nazism are furnishing clues.

According to Sander A. Diamond’s The Nazi Movement in the United States 1924-1941 (Cornell University Press, 1974): “Goebbels maintained…the German element in America should not be bombarded with Nazi literature; racial awareness would have to be achieved by means of a ‘well-camouflaged German propaganda network.’… By the all of 1933, then, two alternative — though not necessarily contradictory — methods of approaching Americans of German ancestory had emerged. On the one hand, men like Bohle, Hess, and Hoffmann hoped to create a German bloc in America favorable to Nazi ermany by using a broadly-based, German-sponsored party or a bund movement. On the other hand, Goebbels discounted the need for either a political party or a bund movement and favored a well-organized but camouflaged propaganda campaign directed at thousands of German-American organizations throughout the United States.” (pp. 126-7)

Now it so happens that although my father’s family is of English ancestory, their perchant for marrying people with names that sound German to me is notable: Switzer, Geiger, Minnix, Orim and Doering. Only my dad’s youngest brother, Rex, married someone definitely not German, and that wasn’t until after World War II. There are nagging additional factors: all through the war as I was growing up the Switzers claimed they were Irish; ater the war my uncle Will Switzer went to Ireland and returned with the news: our ancestors were only there for a generation, having migrated from Germany. A switzer is a royal guard among European monarchs; the Pope is guarded by Swiss soldiers called switzers. Intelligence community rumors indicate that Richard Nixon and the Switzers in my family were involved in the deliberate, racist conspiracy to escalate the Vietnam war. My maternal grandfather, Ed Switzer, was perhaps the most bigoted man I’ve ever known.

– Kerry Wendell Thornley