Sometimes, when I find my brain turning all spongey after reading a stray sentence like that one (“he seems to be some sort of science nut“), I simply hate having the name “Larouche” indexed.
Okay. Larouche. “Right” or “Left”, as that particular message board discussion debates? He’s a fascist. His propaganda is roughly Nazi Germany’s (or better still Weimer Republic Nazis) uprooted and placed in the currents of today’s current events. Once one conceptualizes it that way, one understands why the conspiracies all run back to British Imperial plots. (This wikipedia article for one time open Larouche associate and now cloaked Larouche associate Webster Tarpley is off in many ways, but it does not take too much to prick the meaning of the “Versailles Thesis”. In the same way one finds neo-Confederates still fighting the “War of Northern Aggression”, Larouche and his associates are still fighting World War II.) As for the exhortation of “science”, we have Ruth Williams (Tuttle) probably never thought a stray person would get so much mileage out of those chapters of her memoir, but to quote her letter at the height of her indoctrination under Larouche, but it was sort of the combination of reading it and a Larouchite asking that question that is their hook, and sooner or later I will have to delve into this one as pertains to every single Larouchian I have read: “Do you know the difference between Man and the Animals?”:
We are becoming members of a new species, equipped to make the conceptual leap which is absolutely necessary if the human race is to survive an impending ecological holocaust.
I have tended to harp on the “I feel like God” exclamation, but perhaps the “we are becoming members of a new species” angle gets to the point a little clearer. What are the power dynamics that this “new species” (or is that “Master Race”) have with the old species (“the lower 90 percent”, as Larouche’s literature keeps pumping out)?
If I had to go through the run-down of “Ah hah!” moments, I could, but to be fair, I understood it long before I wandered into this thicket: my first Larouche related posts concerned me asking Larouchies why the title of the pamphlet they were hawking was named after an old anti-semitic slur. They seemed to think I picked that nugget up from a Wall Street Journal editorial I never read.
These days I find myself in a bit of a conundrum. A weird question pops into my mind whenever I log in here. “I wonder if there’s anything I can post that will act as one small step in the direction of the utter destruction of Lyndon Larouche?” I don’t know — a number of people seem to think that is the game I should be playing here, and it becomes a bit unavoidable. I cannot say that I have much power in that task, but it appears I have more power to do that than I do in directing the topics of any particular political matter, even as it serves as a game of Keyboard Kammando. Understand, that is why I am harping on Larouche so much these days.
Okay. Looking at what Larouche is pumping out, essentially for internal consumption, I see the twin bill of “Rally in Pelosi’s Backyard: “Stop Being a Nazi Rohatyn’s Condom!” as well “Nazi Felix Rohatyn Recruits Another Dick Protector!” Unfortunately no condom reference for “Rep Jay Inslee: Stupid, Crazy, or Under Rohatyn’s Control”. (That one is my favorite, btw, based on Inslee’s one term in the 4th Congressional District of Washington State.) I already posted a link to a flickr image of two middle aged men standing in the middle of traffic with poster boards of this crude and embarrassing acidic sexual political commentary, which served as the precursor for Larouche’s latest gutteral level Condom lust. And, incidentally, Larouche’s definition for “nazi” is “International Banker Holocaust Survivor”. (Context clues, my good man!)
In this day of blogs, we often get to encounter the actual on-the-street reaction to the Larouche Choir and settings of what is described in their propaganda.
In other news, can someone please do something about the LaRouche supporters that have taken over San Francisco? My efforts to ignore them have not gone over well, so today I elaborated to his posse that I “don’t support homophobic bastards” when the “he thinks global warming was a hoax” was met with “I can prove to you that it _is_!” That was a mistake…he called “I LOVE GAY PEOPLE!” at me as I crossed the street, before resuming his rousing rendition of the “Impeach Dick Cheney” song. I really loathe this crew, because they prey on Bush/Cheney-haters by pretending that they’re offering something more progressive merely by wanting them gone.
Then I find this clustered into a few clumps:
“This System is Finished: The Great Unwind of the Yen Carry Trade”, “The Financial System is so doomed that Regulation may even come to London”, “Issuance of Investment Grade Bonds Collapsing”, “Panic in Franfurt Over IKB: First Prominent German Victims of US Real Estate Collapse”, “IKB Bank Stock Collapse Continues; LaRouche Comments That US Press Will Cover It Up”, “California Budget Crisis — Sign of Worst Times Ahead”, “California Bankruptcy Revealed as Economy Collapses”.
IKB? American media covering it up? I can’t find that news, with analysis to it, anywhere. Nowhere.
The stories of the crises spiraling us toward this coming Dark Age brought on by multitude complete Economic Collapses right and left are always part of his background noise, but when ratcheted up serves as signals of tightening control valves inside the cult. So it appears right this minute. As good a confirmation that the news of mutterings in Larouche’s orbit, at least in his national headquarters, as there is.
Moving on, I see the headline LaRouche’s Cadre School With Ibero-America Invokes Renaissance. Sure. I think I saw headlines of that sort in the final faze of “21st Century Science and Technology” — which for some strange reason doesn’t see print anymore. (For more details, consult an upcoming issue of the Washington Monthly. Or, you know, ask.) Does anything Larouchian see print these days? I actually don’t really know the answer to that question, having not seen a Larouche card-table shrine in some time, or — more typically in the not too distant past because of time happenstances– their droppings of mass quantities of their booklets. Looking through flickr, it does strike me as a difference between this (a smattering) or this (It seems to be a trend in these photographs of Larouchians standing in the middle of traffic) and this (THIS is what I remember from a few years, and — Hell– several months back: the table is loaded with their crap). Can you produce a Renaissance without printing materials? I hesitate to note that the famed European Renaissance was prodded on by Gutenberg’s invention of the Printing Press. There seems to be a bit of a devolution going on here — he is heading in the wrong direction in terms of production of a Renaissance.
Anyway, here’s a quick Count of the numbers at the cadre school Renaissance Faire. A few things strike me. If I were Larouche, I would be planning a load of these things. They serve as an escape from his current problems, and a step to his glory days of unencumbered synchophantic adulation. These may be the only events where he can go to receive his customary level of syncophantic Adulation these days. Or so I gather from those “things have changed in Leesburg” points. His immediate underlings are plotting what to do when he passes on to gain power over his oligarchical holdings, and he has to be aware of that. The Authorities are investigating, rumors of coming court trials are in the air — in America and abroad. News media are picking and prodding through his secrets. His old nemesis, Dennis King, has gotten his goad — and then some. His mental state is running into the “barricade the bunkers” mode, even more so than normal.
I think the man oughta just go ahead and commit suicide.
It would give him attention. People would notice. At the moment the vast majority of Americans with any awareness of Larouche regard him as a relic from the 1980s, when he was at least their monkey-boy, able to be mocked and laughed at. Today nobody really notices all that much. So, really, what good is he anymore? Suicide will give him a chance to be remembered for the joke that he once was — reigniting the old “Queen of England” references floating in the back of everybody’s mind, half forgotten.
It’s not as though he’s a member of the human species. He gave that one up the last vestiges of that a long time ago, probably around the time he penned his “Beyond Psych” essay. He is morally already dead already. He is an empty carcass without a soul. His soul, if there ever was one, has long since departed.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not going to kill him. Nor should anyone else. His assassination fantasies remain just that: fantasies. His suicide, whether he chooses to go that route or not, is entirely up to him.
But I think he should go for it. I understand that one of the persons Larouche has modeled himself after committed suicide. He can follow in his footsteps and re-enact that act, thus fulfilling at least in part his mostly unfilled (and unfulfillable) dreams.
Okay. I don’t know if this “Keyboard Kammandoes” installment succeeded in taking us one small step further in the direction of the utter destruction of Lyndon Larouche or not, or indeed was counter-productive to such a purpose — but I guess such matters kind of have their own momentum away from me anyways. I would, for a disclaimer, point out for the record that that screed was nothing other than a reworking of Larouche’s words for Dennis King.
— A word of advice for anyone running around Loudon County: Stay away from the Kool Aid.
And with that, I gingerly push the “publish” button for a post I mostly typed yesterday night, but decided to sleep on.