Facts. Ideology. Speculation. Facts are more relevant than opinions. Opinions are sometimes more and sometimes less relevant than speculation. Understanding they are not all in the same category is most relevant, at this time, of all. Confusions prevails among people who think my opinions are more important to me than following up factual leads in order to obtain further data. The most beautiful opinion is useless if it is held, even by everyone, in ignorance.
The prognosis is worse than terrible: they say they are giving me cancer. I was told that would be the price of my book's publication, in the beginning, which I'm willing to pay. However they are telling me also my book won't be published. We are, if that's true, overwhelmed by Nazi forces here in Atlanta. Indira Gandhi, who violated the "American" law of Omerta by saying Sihk riots in India were being instigated by the US, adding, "via Canada, of course," was assassinated, according to this morning's news. Maybe it was the Panamericans in revenge for the Trujilios murder, though, if she was involved in that.
Brother-in-law's dying swan rap in the Conversations.
Any way I interpret battle reports since the ascension of Pope John Paul II it has not been good. I'm losing. The battle is being fought between my legs that was formerly being fought in I. G. Farbin's boardroom, according to battle reports of that time. A whole "high school class" was progressed that wasn't told about my function as an assassination witness, according to Garrison in 1981.
Anyway, I mailed my MS out yesterday to Isaf and Shulman, Atlanta's only literary agents, according to the Yellow Pages. So I continue performing necessary actions. Detachment, Kerry, is all you need in addition to that. No worse than a car ride with a wreckless driver anyways.
Anyway, they want me to think about things like square "holes" at the bottom of tribal organizations, instead. Probably puritans in the neighborhood Justice Center. There's no evidence of true Kropotkinist tribalism, as I advocated it. If there was, it would probably just be a Jim Jones front for the Earth, anyway. The leaders are trying to foster the illusion of participatory democracy when there isn't even Republican democracy in this nation. If there was true tribalism I'd join an affinity group that was politically autonomous.
Someone says: "my grandfather's real sick."
So it is another Gandhi death day, like the opening of Ape and Essence, only this Gandhi wasn't much of a mahatma. According to rumor, she was killed by the Singhs of Pallistan, like the Odums of Texas or the Landrys of New Orleans, the Singhs are a large family, among the Sikhs, very large, whose name translates as Lion in English.
People who are being lied to are the worst problem in the intelligence community that I encounter. Trying to figure out exactly what about takes all my time. By then it is usually too late; they've already carried out their idiot orders. In showering them with rose petals of data in self-defense they usually accuse me of trying to smother them.
Besides that, everybody is trying to change the subject from war crimes to banking. I'm no Mickey Mouse. I spent years ranting about usury. As soon as I figured out that wasn't the most relevant issue in relation to my own history, the whole world took up one or the other side. The story of my life. Maybe there is a rule in the Order of Dogblood or whatever it is that requires them to be gung ho about whatever my last crusade was, ignoring the present one. When I got into libertarian anarchy everyone else became a limited government Objectivist. When I got into LSD, they became anarcho-capitalists. When I got into Edgar Cayce, they got into non-mystical LSD trips. When I gave up mysticism they began prattering about reincarnation. When K115 FM persuaded me to postpone the "spring" until last, everybody who'd thereto began opposing my efforts to attain a retribution on moratorium for the assassins if they'd tell the truth became zealously intolerable advocates of that cause. So it goes. So it has always gone. So now they want to play cops and bank robbers. There just must be a secret rule. The only way I could get a war crimes probe would be to give up and get into something else. "Now that I'm against 'em, I like 'em." Mac Hall about Blacks.
Once Robert LeFeure may have implied cryptically that Dwight Ferguson was being mind controlled by land monopolists. Then again, he may have been talking about Robert C. Macdonald or someone else or even no one.
Glimpses: a threat to kill all the Proudhonians if I make my case a higher priority than my ideology. Page 57 of Alexander Berkman. We are losing. The Nazis are grinding us into the ground with their boot heels.
The Doors of Perception. Barbara Reid gave me a copy she autographed "with defiance" as well as with love. The Doors rock group said they derived their name from the Huxley title. Was Jim Garrison and Samuel de Lessup Morrison's secret society involving "doors" a peyote cult?
I could probably dig it if it was.
Of course all these discouraging battle reports could just be a plot to drive me to suicidal despair. When I examine the macro-analysis of the planetary milieu, though, I conclude that opposing genocide is like taking on the United States Marines with peashooters. So it is equally possible to me things are as terrible as they indicate. Last night I felt like saying, "Send us more Japs." Duncan says, lamentingly, that the Japanese are staunchly supporting the Vietnamese. That was the way I'd've meant it, if I'd said exactly that.
Actually, as much of a raving communist I am at heart, I cannot honestly say I'd rather live in China than Japan. Also I'd rather live in Japan than here. It's the culture I like, though, not the State or the economic system. I've never seen what problem anarchists envision in my testifying at war crimes trials. Had John Dean been an anarchist, for example, anarchism would by this time be understood by everyone in the country. What they want, I guess, is a Jack London style Assassination Bureau thing, instead. I probably could've opted for that old anarchist dream of radical anarchist assassins slaying everyone in authority without themselves taking power, just maintaining a permanent universal power vacuum for as long as it took for people to discover how to live without political bosses. Smedly Butler got to me first, though. George Lakey got to me first. The Quaker mafia got to me first. Corporations tend to be more powerful than governments. Right libertarians, who tend to maintain assassination bureau fantasies more than, say, Red and Black Action, are blind in their analysis there. They ignore multi-national corporations as a coercive factor. So they usually think I'm betraying the Cause of Liberty when I'm only trying to elevate consciousness about The Oppressor.
So I'm like Omar Khayyam instead of Hassan-i-Sabbah, although I'd much prefer a reality that permitted me to be a Hassan-i-Sabbah. Khayyam was just an old drunk, a loser. Hassan enjoyed the benefits of a cool neighborhood. No pot busts. No vice cops. No cultural quibbling. Atop Alamount a prince could smoke his grass in peace and fuck as much as he wanted. I took a harder path. Bloody and beaten, it seems, I'm straggling toward its end.
Bibliography
Report of the President's Commission on the Assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Washington DC: GPO, 1964.
Thornley, Kerry: Oswald. Chicago: New Classics House, 1965.
Adler, Margot: Drawing Down the Moon. New York: Viking Press, 1979.