I don't trust people who are all things to all men. Jim Garrison is the same way. So is Mark Lane. The only thing I like about David is that he isn't a hysteric. He carries it to greater extremes than I can relate to, though. Since he seems the only non-hysteric in conspiracy politics, though, he's all I've got in that department. If he thinks Wilson is a Nietzschean, though, he is a hysteric about that much. That's that Anglo-Saxon thing, again. Everybody is either a Communist a Capitalist or a Nazi, there are no anarchists in that worldview. Like the CFR scene in the Trilogy. The Anarchists are no different (to them) than the hordes of Ghenghis Kahn. A nice weak, safe enemy for all the Powers to pick on, if you ask me. Like potheads and gays to the police.
That's speculation about where they are at, of course. I look at the results and I draw what seem like obvious conclusions. Non-Caucasians are being exterminated by famines by the millions, so I conclude the Nazis remain very powerful.
Bolsheviks cooperate with this conspiracy of extermination so I conclude they are instruments of the German ruling class. The Invisible Hand of the technocracy leaves its fingerprints wherever there are Hitlers or Stalins or Castros, so I conclude they were all instruments of the same conspiracy.
You find a big foot print, you assume a large man or woman walked there. You find a small foot print, you assume a small person left it.
When, in the Marines, Ronald Wilson told the CO Ravenhurst was a huge, mountain of a man, and then they found size six shoes under his bunk, they began to suspect things. The fact is, vast areas in Africa are suffering famine. All anyone talks about is Ethiopia. Then they whip up a frenzy of charitable aid. Then the Marxist government confiscates food supplies. Rumors say the British have got the Marxist politicians there under surveillance and control.
Eventually, no doubt, they will be overthrown by the Dutch who will introduce Carter capitalism and then the famine will end and everyone will be more convinced than ever that revolutionaries are cruel and incompetent.
Eventually the old British and Dutch colonial empires will rule Africa again. There'll be a few surviving Blacks, a few lions, a few zebras for the tourist trade.
A lot of cheap raw materials in Europe.
All because of what everyone was taught to call communism.
When the Italian Fascists tried to conquer Ethiopia, they weren't subtle enough to win. That was the great lesson of WWII for Fascism: look as much as possible like your enemies.
The corollary is to make your enemies look as much like Fascists as possible, by supporting the Senator Fishbacks among them.
Then, in comparison, Huey P. Long looks like a saint.
I've been so horny lately it's been distracting. Maybe it is my time of month or maybe I'm just getting tired of all this Prussian horseshit about how terrible sex is. I shall never apologize to anyone for being a mammal. If they want to believe in what Stirner called spooks that is their business. If I don't, and chose to act accordingly, that is my business.
Maybe there will be no peace for me until the Vatican is bombed during a conclave. I suspect very much that is the point someone is trying to make, perhaps the Pope himself.
I don't care whether the Vatican is bombed or not. It is somebody else's grudge. I'm not persuaded when they torment me like a bunch of Inquisitors. Facts, not harassment, change my views. I don't feel obligated to be crucified for the Knights of Columbus though, either, because all they give me is a bunch of crap about sexual esthetics rooted in the conceit that we are supposed to be disembodied spirits rather than mammals. If just one person is psychotic it is insanity. If many people are psychotic it is religion. As far as I'm concerned their attitude toward their own instincts is psychotic. If they could find some way to be psychotic without trying to make me just as insane I'd defend them. As long as they resort to coercion and abusive, caustic methods to cram their values down the throats of unbelievers they aren't worth it to me.
So let the Finns bomb the Vatican. I don't care. I was wrong for sabotaging their first attempt. I'm still no more sympathetic with the Satanists, either, though. I was dragged against my will into a fight that was not my fight and I resent it. And I think the world will be just as miserable under the Lucious Trust Fund as under the Vatican, because the epistemology is the same: to win an argument you use the rack and thumbscrews, if possible.
People always come to resemble their worst enemies sooner or later. By their tactics, it is impossible to distinguish between them. An inquisition is an inquisition. A Russian or Chinese Communist is only a Catholic atheist. Emma Goldman said precisely that about the Russians.
NBC remains my worst villain. Everybody thinks I'm fighting with CBS, including CBS, I guess. CBS is all right. ABC is more informative than either NBC or CBS. NBC is mean.
"CBS? And that's NBC. They only have one camera here." Nixon in the Forbidden City in China. (as in "see bull shit." CBS) Besides they are interfering with my sex life.
Somebody thinks they're Bolsheviks. They sure used to get uptight when the Russians bugged my house in Tijunga. And they nearly went berserk one night when I said I was going to the Friendship Bookstore in Chinatown. My understanding is they were Fascists who were converted, with great difficulty, to laissez-faire capitalism. Not racist fascists. Just fascists economically and politically. They continue to begrudge the fact that they aren't going to become as powerful as they'd been led to believe. That's what I get, everywhere but at Specialty Advertising. The old Marxist Sarnoff either was never actually a Marxist or was deprived of effective power by "Sam" long ago.
Miami was discussed a lot, equal and opposite things were said, though. Where? When?
I have explained many times why it would defeat my purpose to talk in cant or to pretend to talk in cant. The Dreadlock Recollections is a document affecting, potentially, more lives than any other in American history, lives in the Third World. It must be understood.
My worst problem at this time is that The Dreadlock Recollections are being dismissed as a "fictionalization," as cant.
Nelson Rockefeller headed a commission that agreed with the findings of the Warren Commission. Howard Hunt was one of the assassins who sues everyone who tells that truth about him. In this situation, I seem surrounded by Hunt and Rockefeller and Dutch agents. I don't object to communicating with these people, provided they can refrain from treating me sadistically, of which they've so far proven incapable. As Hunt himself never tired of repeating: "Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts, absolutely." Hunt and Rockefeller are so drunk with power that they choose to attack me with lice and purgatives as a method of dialog. These men are not revolutionary nor are they enemies of genocide, they are mad emperors, like the twelve Caesars.
In any case, I object vociferously to being surrounded by their agents, who are lied to in order to justify censorship about the JFK murder and the origins of the Vietnam War. They've convinced Tom that the Russians will rule America if the truth becomes known. The Russians understand the truth. They've been spying on me for years. It isn't the Russians Rockefeller and Hunt are worried about. It is the Vietnamese who cannot be bought off, as some can.
I can face death, wild motorcycle rides, etc., without fear. Speaking for the first time under ordinary circumstances to a woman, to whom I'm extremely attracted, terrifies me. So I'm going to spend a day thinking about what to say, then I'm going to drink a couple of beers to relax me, then I'm going to call up and request a song, probably Jose Cuerno by Shelly West, and then tell you I think you have a beautiful voice and whatever else that is filed away in my conversational arsenal that seems appropriate at that instant, like "I'd sure like to meet you sometime."