A couple of notes of refernece from the Washington Post article of 2004, in contemplating the curious circumstance of a random blog comment (linked from the last message in this blog category) referencing my brother in insult — message: we know your brother’s name, a post which was followed by a member of the org alluding to said insult, which was then followed by him having to point directly to it to make sure that I saw the comment. The insult was, I suppose, something on the order of my reference to “circle jerk” — two people are licking a hated politician’s nuts. I suppose we can consider it a new high-point in the “Rachel Brown for Congress” campaign?
Anyway, Michael Winstead explains some cult dynamics, and Erica Duggan explains her feelings of paranoia in looking into her son’s death.
Eventually, he became accustomed to the humiliating insults and tirades. “They call it making somebody a self-conscious organizer,” he says. “It is about getting somebody to break down and cry, just to have an emotional collapse. Once you do that, then people are malleable.” […]
According to Winstead, attacking someone for having “mother issues,” being homosexual or sexually perverse seemed to be a common strategy for controlling members in the office where he worked. Leaders directed the group to gang up on colleagues for minor infractions, a phenomenon Winstead calls “wolf-packing.” It was effective, he says.
Once he witnessed organizers surround and berate a woman, he says. The sobbing woman tried to leave, but one organizer wrestled her back into a chair, Winstead says. She didn’t resist again, he says.
Another time, Winstead says, a member having second thoughts about the group asked him for a ride to the bus station so he could visit relatives. Winstead obliged, infuriating movement leaders. “That whole week I just got pounded [by] everyone in the organization. It was comments like . . . ‘Mike, you’ve been driving people away from this movement! You are an agent, aren’t you?’ “
And Erica Duggan:
It is an irony not lost on Erica that LaRouche, veteran weaver of conspiracy theories involving the British and Zionists, is being pursued by a Jewish mother from Britain. She has become an accidental but determined traveler in his realm of plots and apocalyptic fantasies. She even wonders if LaRouche partisans are tracking her movements, hacking into her e-mail.
I high-light that phrase because it appears the Larouche org meant to implant that sense of paranoia in me this week. I do not want to overstate a statement of empathy (empathy as in “full knowledge of what another has gone through”): I am not a victim of the cult, and am removed from the insanity of the cult by quite a good distance. Erica Duggan, on the other hand, one day never heard of Larouche, then met their existence under the absolute worst circumstances imaginable. And the one thing I can say with certainty about Jeremiah Duggan is that had he not met up with the Schiller Institute and gone to that conference in Wiesbedon, he would be alive today.
I am not altogether sure that this makes sense — that the Larouche organization is still somewhere hawking their 1986 AIDS patients quarantine message, as focused in on the California Ballot Initiative “PANIC” — and these guys seem to love giving their names double meanings to explicate the horrendous nature of their goals, don’t they?
But it comes together in the person of “Heavy Metal Suicide”, who was seen on factnet defending the measure — years later. And the name of this person appears to derive from comments I made here to the suppositions of one “European”:
I at least have some reference points for where one can conjecture “suicidal”. For “Suicide Pact”, I really have not the foggiest reference point — outside of, perhaps, the hysterical 1980s anti-Heavy Metal campaigns aped in the Larouche org by Don Phau (for appeals to Christian Conservatives, I suppose?) and currently all the rage in the Islamic World. This is a bizarre conjecture, made stranger by his denial.
I believe it is from this came the nom de plome of a commenter from the Larouche organization picks up the name “Heavy Metal Suicide”. See how sick they are?
I’ve long had the basic concept that the Larouche organization has been peddling two tracks with Jeremiah Duggan. One is something we see with the circumstances of Matthew Shepard — a gay man who was beaten and murdered. Given that it’s entirely beside the point and doesn’t matter one iota in the case, it does feel scurrilous to suggest that Matthew Shepard was not an angel, or was troubled in some standard ways of humanity. On that track of suggesting that Mrs. Duggan is not facing up to her son’s supposed pre-death state of mind, we saw European. and the German Authorities who largely took down the notes from the Larouche organization. But the fatal flaw in terms of keeping this story straight, as we saw with the recent “round-table” discussion, and why they can’t leave that alone, and have to leave exaggerated suggestions from picking apart the fragmentary bits of information on what happened at that conference that day– and lead to this:
It’s obvious this guy was a suicide, it’s obvious that his mother knew he was a suicide, because he told us that, he told us he had to take drugs to avoid suicide. He told us.
They have no ability to cling to the at least tenuable public relations-acceptable “mother can’t get over it” line, because it would deny the role of the “World Historic Mission” and the forces pitted up against the cult leader. It leads to their two-track contradiction “stance” on Erica Duggan — is she being “used” for political purposes, or is she someone who (sickly) “knew” this would happen?
Now what happened? I attacked the, well, — Tony Blair on BBC on two occasions. I was joined,–is or that not or but–not directly, but indirectly, by the followup , by a chief high-ranking intelligence official of the British services
And so it continues on to today, because of the strength of the org as shown with the candidacy of Kesha Rogers.
I got attacked at the TDP convention!! Just got accosted by LaRouchies outside the convention center. I told them NO and no, again, when they tried to give me some Kesha propaganda. Once inside – and by inside, I mean inside the bat cave (press room) – all I can hear is the LaRouche choir, singing something that sounds very hymn-y. My friends said they had “Obama is a Nazi” sign. I wouldn’t know. I turned my back to them and hurt their feelings. They are out in the hall.
The hymn selection so far:
As We Gather By the Center
We’re Marching to Britain, Beautiful, Beautiful Britain!
All Hail the Power of Kesha’s Name
Come Ye Crazy People Come
We’ve Got the Whole Extraterrestial World in Our Hands
LaRouche, LaRouche, We Adore Thee
and. . . Standing in the Need of Prayer. Which they do need . . . a prayer and divine intervention for Kesha to have chance.
— was nominated thusly:
Roger and her band of sign carrying loons took to the street in a simplified form of campaigning know as “standing in a busy intersection waving a sign with Roger’s face on it.”. It was the cheapest form of campaigning in the history of campaigning and it obviously worked.
Will fare better than Summer Shields for obvious reasons. Though, as “Ace” put it:
If Shields had won 100% of the vote you’d be whining it was fraud or that his name was first on the ballot.
‘ Can’t argure with that. As it were, he won zero percent because he was not even on the ballot.
They have talks with Putin, you know?
I could not believe that this LaRouche follower actually was honest enough to admit that Putin is working with LaRouche right to my face. When did this happen? At Pastor Manning’s Columbia trial, back in May in NYC.
When you were 10 years old, did you ever grab a pen and sit down with the daily newspaper, methodically drawing mustaches on all the photos of politicians, movie stars and ordinary people who happened to make the news that day?
It was a fun, juvenile thing to do — embellishing people’s faces with creepy pencil-thin mustaches, curlicued handlebars and droopy Fu Manchus.
But adding facial hair to photographs is one of those things most people seem to outgrow, once they turn into adults.
… I hold some pessimissim, but hope I’m wrong, about the outcome of the Inquest in Britain. We go back to techniques such as — note well. We’ll see.