I.  1932.  A nine year old Quaker boy from Rochester, New Hampshire stands with his parents in a cluster of fellow tourists at Buckingham Palace.  To everyone’s surprise and delight, the Royal Family — The Queen Mum, King George, and young Elizabeth II — stride across… an error in coordination and scheduling.  They stop and smile and wave at the cheering crowd.  All except for Elizabeth, who instead focuses a glare off at the puzzled looking Quaker boy.  She then lobs him a rhaspberry and mouths those immortal words “Neener Neener.”  The British Royals walk on, the crowd of tourists buzzing with excitement at the unexpected meeting.  While, meantime, the young Quaker boy from Rochester begins to nurse the sting from his royal snubbing.
1968:  While teaching a course of Marxist economics at the radical Free University of New York, Lyndon Larouche wanders in and off the campus of Columbia University — then in the midst of a student led shut down and revolt.  He poaches a group of leftist students turned off by the Weather Underground and various Maoist sects and enthused by his call to bring Marxism to Mars.  But it is all a ruse and subterfuge — for at the first opportunity, Larouche will drop the pretense of Marxist Martian relations and lead his young cadre to its real mission: a 50 year struggle to avenge the personal snubbing he experienced at the age of 9 by the Diabolical Queen of England.

II.  1938.  Lyndon Larouche tries out for high school choir.  The teachers advising give their listen, and then a prompt set of thumbs down.  “We’re afraid your pitch is just too flat.”
Stung by the rejection, Larouche rejects their recommendation for voice lessons and settles on the real reason for his rejection: the teachers have bought into the idea that C = 261.1, up from the proper designation of the 19th century concert hall of C=256.
2004:  Lyndon Larouche sends his latest groupings of youth onto college campuses — ostensibly with the selling point of offering information exposing Dick Cheney through the latest expose Children of Satan 3: The Sexual Congress of Cultural Fascism.  But this set up masks the real purpose: to expose the college aged contingent to Beethoven sang at the proper pitch of 256, and damned those high school music teachers.

III.  1965.  A neglectful Lyndon Larouche falls asleep while watching The Man From Uncle and leaving the stove on in the kitchen.  His walks in to see a small electrical fire.  Lyndon Larouche walks into the kitchen.  “What we have here,” he says as his wife douses the flames with baking soda and suggests Lyndon Larouche be more careful in the future, “is another one of those Reichstag Fires.”

IV.  1974.  Lyndon Larouche assembles his NCLC to alert them to revelations that he is the target of an assassination plot by a gaggle of Cuban Frogmen.  The Labor Committees get to work, to stem the atack — unaware of one small piece of misunderstanding.  For when they hear “Cuban Frogmen”, they think in terms of military seals — when what Larouche was referring to was an unfortunate encounter in Little Havana with three belligerent street performers dressed in cheap knock off Kermit the Frog costumes.

V.  1976.  Lyndon Larouche looks down at a stack of a couple hundred copies of his latest handbill — “Stop Nelson Rockefeller’s Drive to World War 3”.  One of his members of the NCLC walks in and says “Big News.  Ford is dropping Rockefeller from the ticket.”
“Good riddance to the Second Most Evil Man of the Planet, and another victory for the Labor Committees!”
“So.  Should we pulp all those handbills now?”
“Hm,” Lyndon Larouche muses.  “Give me an hour and I’ll figure this one out.”
An hour later, Lyndon Larouche walks into the room with a stash of papers he’d just printed off that read “Jimmy Carter” over and over again.
“All right,” Lyndon Larouche tells his aid.  “Here’s a pair of scissors.  Here’s some paste.  Get to work cutting and pasting ‘Jimmy Carter’ over ‘Nelson Rockefeller’ on all these handbills.”
“But.  That’s take forever.”
“Do you or do you not want to stop Jimmy Carter’s drive to World War 3? … And understand, the world war 3 Jimmy Carter is launching won’t just be a world war, it won’t just be a nuclear war, it will be a thermonuclear war.”

VI.  1985.  Still smarting from his third straight failed run at the US Presidency, Lyndon Larouche hatches a desperate plan.  Select an up and coming Hollywood talent marked as the “Next Big Thing”, kidnap him and threaten him until he relents to place pro-Larouche material into their next project.  So it is Lyndon Larouche poses as a taxi driver and hovers around an unlikely figure for his projected “Next Big Thing”:  a young alt weekly cartoonist by the name of Matt Groening.  And when Matt Groening finally hails Lyndon Larouche’s taxi, it takes a while to sense something amiss.  And just when Groeing senses things getting a little uncomfortable, Larouche turns back and flashes Groening a creepy Cheshire grin, and says “Don’t you know who I am?”
“Er… no,” Matt Groeing says.
“I’m Lyndon Larouche.  I just ran for president.  Didn’t you see my infomercial where I exposed Walter Mondale as a wholly owned agent of the KGB, Socialist International, and Swedish Grain Cartel?”
“I guess I missed that one?”
“Look.  I am going to swerve this car into that ravine right now unless I get a pledge from you right now — In your next Big Production — whatever that may be — you will place an unmistakable message that I, Lyndon Larouche, was right all along.”
“Uh –”
“Don’t think I’m bluffing!”
Matt Groening quickly capitulates, and without saying a word Lyndon Larouche drives Groening back and drops him off at his requested designation.
1996.  Having long forgotten about his encounter with Lyndon Larouche, Matt Groening receives an ominous reminder in the mail.  Letters cut out ransom style from a magazine, the note reads “We Had an agreement”, followed by a pasted news blurb on Larouche’s release from prison, then the notice “Do your duty or I’ll expose you as I did Bertrand Russell,” and then a headline cut from a Larouchie screed: “Bertrand Russell: The Most Evil Man of the 20th Century”.
Matt Groening calls Dan Castellaneta into the studio to insert one additional line into the year’s “Treehouse of Horrors” Simpsons episode — with Homer Simpson blurting out “Aliens!  Bio-duplication!  Nude Conspiracies!  Oh My God!  Lyndon Larouche was right!”, and he hopes that this is enough to appease the man.

VII.  1985.  “We think we have a real shot in elections in Illinois next year, with Mark and Janice gunning for Lt. Governor and Secretary of State.  But… you’re both going to have to change your last names.  See — the greatest advantage Janice has against her opponent would appear to be that her opponent’s name has an unwieldy 5 to 2 vowel to consonant ratio, and frankly we right now are not in a position to take advantage.”
“What do you think I should change my name to?” asked Janice Poopsherpants.
“We’re thinking… the asses voting will want … a monosyllabic name that speaks to the heart.  So… Hart.  You’ll be Janice Hart.  As for you, Mark…”
“Yes?” said Mark Genghiskan.
“I think ‘Mark Fairchild’ will drive the greatest contrast against the candidate you’re opposing.”
“Who’s that?”
“George Satanchild.”

VIII.  1992.  A prison doctor suggests to Lyndon Larouche the advisability of removing some anal polyps.  “Is that all right?” he asks.
Lyndon Larouche stares at the doctor.  “Sure.  But only if you pass my rigorous screening process.  You understand, I am a man with many enemies.”
“Okay?”
“I’m going to ask a series of questions that will show your intentions.  Question #1: What do you know about Nicholas of Cusa?”
“Uh… nothing?”
“Ah hah!  That’s exactly what the Knights Templar, the enemies of Nicholas of Cusa, currently residing in the halls of the Keplerian faction of the Leesburg Garden Club– are trained to say.  Sorry.  But I cannot and will not allow you to poke your Agent Orange or whatever dynamite you’ve concocted into my anus.  My anal polyps remain.  Not only that, but I’m going to expose your plot to all the world like I did the assassination attempt from Castro’s Kermit Crew!”

IX.  2008.  Lyndon Larouche lectures before his “Larouche Youth Movement” cadre school.  He has written on the chalkboard a long list of names of “Great Leaders” and Statesmen in history, Promethean Souls who Transcended Humanity.
“One of the things a great deal of these Great Immortal Souls has in common,” Lyndon Larouche says to his young cadre, “is that — particularly toward the end of life — they had the companionship of a younger mistress.”
“Um,” one of the Larouche Youth cadres says.  “That’s the third time you’ve offered that observation.  Is there something you’re getting at?”
“Just recording the mutual benefits of a relationship which has historically advanced human history and culture against the sea of dionysian malthusian darkness.”
“Kind of an Anna Nicole Smith deal?”
“Psst.  Ix-nay on the Op-pay ulture-cay.  You don’t want to align with the Aristotlean Beastmen, do you?”
“In the right circumstances, you’ll find I can be an Aristotlean Beastman,” Larouche says.
The whole of the Larouche Youth cadre cringe in unison.
“Anyway, if you need some one on one with me, I’ll be in the office… … I mean, to discuss Beethoven or whatever… … …. Hegel’s cool with it…. … sigh.”
And the door slams.  Robert Beltran walks in from the side, wondering if he should shuttle “Romeo and Juliet” in favor of King Lear.

X.  2009.  It was not widely known, but Lyndon Larouche had a minor ownership share in the Boston furniture store ‘Leatherstocking Upholsteries”.   So he checked in to his majority owner partner and asked, “How’s business been?”
“Oh.  Great.  Except for one thing…”
“What’s that?” Lyndon Larouche asked.
“Well.  We have this massive back stock of dining room tables.  We need to get rid of these dining room tables.  If only we could get it into people’s minds, the purchasing of dining room tables… even subliminally.”
“You know,” said Lyndon Larouche.  “I think I have an idea!”
Lyndon Larouche then called up his old friend, Congressman Barney Frank.
“Hey!” said Barney Frank.  “Been a while.  You know, I really owe you one for how you relieved the media spotlight on me during my sordid sex related scandal by running that wacky candidate of yours against me.”
“Yeah, well” Lyndon Larouche said.  “I’ calling in the favor right now.  So, at your next town hall, I will have one of my followerers waving one of my ‘Obama with Hitler mustache’ things at you and denouncing the ACA as Hitler’s Health Care Policy…”
“Still going back to the oldies, huh?”
“I need you to insult her –”
“Sounds easy!”
“– By referring to her as a ‘dining room table’.”
“But.  That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It is imperative that you refer to her as a dining room table.”
“But.  Can’t I think of something more … witty?”
“No.  It must be ‘dining room table’.”
“But –”
“Do this.  Or I’ll expose you like I did Bertrand Russell.”

XI.  2014.  Lyndon Larouche flips through a thousand copies of his latest handbill — “Pass Glass Steagall Now Or Thermonuclear War in March.”
“Yeeowtch!” he yells.
His wife rushes in.  “What’s wrong, dear?”
“Quick.  Get me a band aid.  It seems I have on my hands another one of those… Reichstag Paper cuts.”

XII.  2016.  Lyndon Larouche sits in Moscow with two emissaries of the Russian government.
“So let me see if I understand this,” Lyndon Larouche says.  “You want us — basically a kind of reprise of a conspiracy theory we ran in the early 90s with George Bush and a pedophile ring out of Nebraska — to claim a pedophile ring is based at a Virginia pizza parlor?”
“No.” The Russian agent says.  “We’re asking you to refrain from this story.  Because if you did this story — the paranoid fringe will dismiss it with a ‘Oh, that’s Lyndon Larouche.’  We’ll be passing that sotry on to someone with more credibility — Alex Jones.”
“Huh.  Okay.  And if we do as you suggest — and don’t report on this pizza parlor pedophile ring.  What’s in it for us?”
“Well.  When the times comes.  If and when a President Trump crosses us in NATO policy or the Crimean.  We will give you first dibs on… video footage of Donald Trump getting urinated on.”
“Uh –” Lyndon Larouche says.  It is the last phrase he would ever utter.

Jeff Merkley is out.

Mike Bloomberg is out.

I suppose Merkley looked at the calculus and saw… uh… Oregon is out there, ain’t it?  Don’t those people live in old wood trees?  I want to cut down some of the trees, dagnabit!

Bloomberg looked at the political calculus and saw..,. uh… New York City is way too in there, ain’t it?  And we must not radicalize anything!

Also I want to drink my damned soda pop, dagnabit!

The messages that the activist who slots crap into the free boxes (alt weeklies and the like) …

… are getting more obscure and opaque.  Tell me if you can can reassemble this message into coherence.

PICK YOUR TEAM
RUSSIAN REPUBLICAN
CAPITALIST PREDATOR
HOME GROWN JINGO
How do you want to be remembered?
Where’s Washington and Lincoln?

I don’t know what any of this means.  I suppose the problem is someone called them out for fat-shaming the President, so now they can’t quite find any good insult.

I can’t quite catch a term, but it’s a term that seems important to … know.

“I keep hearing from Bernie Sanders supporters who say he can’t lose.  Like, they’re…”
“naive?”
“Not that.”
“[  term of some sort ]”  — something with “dogging” it at the end of the phrase…
“Yeah.  Like.  Way too hopeful here.”

“Not even popularity.  It’s the electoral system and… they won’t allow it.  It’s naive to think they would.  I mean.  You know Chile.  Venezuela.”

Why not mention JFK while they’re at it?

The dealings of the “Covington Kid”…

He’s at a “pro life” anti abortion march…

I don’t know the details, really — I guess I need to watch ALL THE VIDEOS, but the brohauhau depresses me in that it is a brohauhau.  There’s not much there.  A kid in a MAGA Hat.  Recently scoped out the wackiness of the Black Israelites, which is a good thing to scope out — though, not altogether easy to follow…

They are more anti-homosexual than the conservative Catholic kids, though.

Watching this (I guess selectively edited, but if you want to find me the other side of selectively edited, lay it on me)… there’s the insults being tossed around, and no not all the ones from the Catholic are purified pc, but it is tit for tat.  (The “It’s not rape if you don’t enjoy it” is immediately responded with a “He does not go to Covington!” and the shocked (somewhat in good fun) face of a young girl who I suppose might.)

The problem, I guess… is that their school chant — which they bring out because they want to do something productive in waiting for the buses and tiring of the game with the Black Israelites…

And, I suppose we’re in the eye of a beholder.  The native American’s perspective on “what is going on” in the scene is disgustingly misguided.  Disturbingly so.  We’re stuck on a… MAGA = kkk… the end.  And the kid apparently smiles a little weirdly … after he walked into all of them…

drumming… as they participated in (regretably) a mock Indian salute…

And their conservative cause, anti-abortion — is beyond the pale.  And there’s a lot of them, and only a few of those…

wacky black israelites with an entertaining, if stupid, message.

And, the kids were all morons for throwing out the Tomahawk chop.  I suppose that’s the one thing that they might have to talk about — if he wants to.  I guess this is what I’m supposed to be putting everything on with the third panel of this comic strip (and why I’m stuck going back to this)– “they did mock them”, cut to the white dude shutting her up.  Because… feel free to offer up your selective clip to counter this one, but… I don’t see much.

I was pondering when the hell I’d seen something like the brohauhua of this sort in the past, and I remembered… in the early days of the Obama Administration, there was a fight that broke up in the back of s school bus.  It had a racial dimension in that the bully was black.  And the next thing we heard was Rush Limbaugh and the Fox echo chamber going off on “This is the new America” under Barack Obama.

Because.,.. um?  Nitwittery.

It was a goddamned fight on the back of a school bus.  I’ve seen those.  I don’t know if new technology would have brought the fights I’d seen on the back of the school bus to national notice.

The question that’s disturbing me in the current era… how many, what percentage, across the chasm of the “political divide”… can defend someone “over there” without somehow being viewed as being “over there”?

A Feminist store of some good location has the sign …

“Before there was Clinton, there was Chisholm.”

Sure.  But before there was Chisholm, there was Woodhull.

Between them, there was Margaret Chase Smith.
Two poles of “respectability”, Woodhull had an eccentric spirituality, and Smith was a Republican.  I don’t know which one they’d go with.

Then again, there’s also Jill Stein.  We could have a “Concurrent with Clinton, there was Stein” sign.  Maybe they’ll put that up next time?

Did Lawrence Dennis consider himself a fascist?  Self described?  Yes, I know he was tagged with the label at the time, and at the outset of the war was charged with sedition charges alongside co-defendants he had that “one of these things is not like the other” quality against.  And I guess his uber objective uber cool rational “analysis” would make more effective axis powers propaganda than the German Bundhists and Silver Shirts that mostly embarrassed the Germans.

Between Deecember 1935 and February 1939, he contributed 14 articles to the American Mercury — then in its second (or perhaps third) editorial iteration, starting with excerpts from his book “The Coming American Fascism”.  Ostensibly simply commenting on trend-lines and not advocating the trend-lines, laying out the perimeters from a peculiarly elitist “masses corralled this way or that” perspectus.  The magazine then changed editors, and it’s not hard to imagine that the new editor had the sensation “the mask was slipping”, and at a time public opinion had shifted to make irrespectable his defeatest unconcerns over the fate of Europe.  (Interestingly he does proclaim America will be the pre-eminent power, with a German Europe second, and way in the back after Muich — Britain.  What America looks like is another question.)

The dark missives from Lawrence Dennis aren’t all that bad, except for the feeling I’d get reading them that Dennis doesn’t consider them “dark” at all.

Interestingly, a few editorial shifts down the line, the American Mercury would become forth-rightly fascist — Russell Maguire getting it close — or, best to say a mix with the “conservative”; it appears National Review came out to shephard a “respectable right” and when poaching talent let the magazine with its anti-semites and Birchers… (also Ralph Nader had an article published in it, somewhere at the same time as “a forum on the money changers” with prominent pull quote from Reverand Coughlin)  before selling it to the “Defenders of the Christian Faith”, Gerald Winrod’s old unit… and onto Willis Carto.  And here Lawrence Dennis would look out of place.  I suppose the difference striking between a latter year neo-nazi sympathizer and a one time real time fascist theorizer.

I’ve seen few excerpts from his “on set of cold war” writing, though not much.  He seems to take a libertarian position of sorts against the burgeoning cold war security and military and welfare apparatus… almost rectifying it into his “fascist” paradigm.  More dark meanderings, I suppose… appealed to his old time isolationists of Hoover and Joseph Kennedy, wikipedia suggests… which figures.

On William Weld, we get comments like this:

Bush and Jimmy Carter lost their bids for a second term after facing challenges from inside their party.

Sure.  And Obama successfully fended off his primary challenges — John Wolfe, Jr. and Keith Russell Judd, and Jim Rogers — all of whom garnered a hefty percentage round about the Appalachian — Ozarks fault-line.

They did better than William Weld will do.  I’m tempted to ask why he skipped out on his entres to the Libertarian Party, before realizing: whatever his politics can be described as (the Republicanism that gets Republicans elected governor in Massachusetts, that they then have to denounce in order to do anything nationally?) — it isn’t Libertarian.

I wonder what Judd’s exploratory findings showed?

Dividing the headlines for the obits for lyndon larouche into various categories.  I do like the attempts — ‘Queen Elizabeth is a drug pusher’ conspiracy theorist dies at 96 — as though we need to figure out what, who, what you may have known him as, vaguely.

For the most part it’s “Political Cult Leader” (thank you right wing world net daily), or “8 Time Presidential Candidate”… “Conspiracy Theorist” and Presidential Candidate… “Who led cult“.

Tagging to specifics — harmfulness — “Politicians who sought HIV Quarantine“.  And the local angle — “Rochester’s own“.

A few years later I encountered Fairchild pushing the LaRouche stuff (and if I recall correctly, feeding a student’s seeing-eye dog some of his lunch which is a no no). When he said his name, I said “hey you are that guy who ran for Lt Governor” he didn’t seem to want to talk about it.
A few years later we encountered LaRouche followers in Germany, surprised me quite a bit.

AND  I think all his life he was laughing up his sleeve at his cult. I don’t think Lyndon Adolf H. Stassen Marcus-LaRouche believed half the things he said.
At least by 20 yrs. ago people had finally stopped confusing libertarians w LaRouche. That longstanding confusion was as vexing to him as to us.

Back then I showed their lit to a friend. He thought it was hilarious & joined them for the lulz. Little by little, they won him over, but after a few mos. he was outed as a Rockefeller spy. He described his being purged as a very scary scene of them surrounding him & saying, “Hah!”

I was talking with a LaRouchite at a table in a public square during the 1980s and he axed me where I was from.
I told him my hometown and he looked at me wide-eyed and he axed me if I knew that the founder of NAMBLA was from my bumfuck town and then pulled out pamphlets on it and, years later, I found out that the info was accurate!
I ‘m one of the few who know of it in the town where I grew up.

Hey da.  Back in the day, I was intrigued by the anti-war, anti-Bush/Cheney posters with which they decorated the table they routinely set up on Broadway, so I stopped one day to see what they were all about.
That five minute conversation got me months of some of the kookiest mailers and emails I ever could have imagined. “Just think of how much better the world would be if orchestras didn’t tune to 440,” and the like.
Those guys are f*cking crazy.

“Okay.”  A tireless proponent of returning America to the policies of Alexander Hamilton and Franklin Delano Roosevelt, passed on February 12 at the age of 97. There are no details.  Still trying to get reactionary Catholics?

And moving aside the glib “slur political enemy” angle — Here’s the Competitive Enterprise Institute who notes Larouche had a big goal for huge government, as does AOC — why, Larouche lives on! — (Noted, the Larouche organization has declared her and her “green agenda” Malthusian anti-human etc.)

And semi-the same the claim “showed where U.S. politics was headed” — never mind I recall paranoia as being pretty extant during the Cold War, a dig at Trump — Or to the point, the hbo video puts him in the context of “Long running joke”.

and reference point to the likes of Alex Jones  “Before there was Internet Paranoia”  — (notably in the current era of deplatforming has been hawking the old fashion virtues of radio to his listeners) —

Cute on the peculiarly local angle “Spread Fear in Oregon”) –  A white Rashneeshi in his own special way. Buh bye…

For my part, the “hits” that arrive at this little blog of mine… he disclaimed The Beatles.

This hour, some random talkings, and it skips around to things of note and some things not of note, the interviewed struggling not to overstate what he knows… skip about to 45 minutes and we get some of the “high lights”, and — “chimpanzee in the White House”, worth noting the black man skipped out on the cult in short order.

As described by Scott McLemee in trying to explain how “cults die” or disintegrate — over to “Why We Left”.

So, where does LaRouche’s mathematical output fit in? Has anyone in the field assessed it?

Har de har har.

As any good demagogue… The crises and anxieties of our age gave Lyndon LaRouche a lot of material to work with …

The big change-over over the last few years, under the new leadership of Helga Zepp as Lyndon faded and stopped being plopped up back in 2016… It’s no longer an American cult serving Russia; now it’s a German one serving China… (McCarthyite of me, dunno.)

Deceptive to the end, LaRouche passes from the scene having migrated from Marxism to quasi-fascism, and from fake Democratic to fake German allegiances. It’s never been clear to what extent Lyndon LaRouche was a con man, or just a megalomaniac who drank too deeply of his own Kool-Aid. But he left a lot of damage in his wake. And in the end, the drug dealer Elizabeth II got the last laugh by outliving him.

Molly Kronberg: Glad to see you included references to Ken Kronberg’s suicide and LaRouche’s attacks on his own (baby boomer) members. As Ken Kronberg’s widow, I appreciate any article on LaRouche that recognizes the tremendous damage he did to his own “membership,” and Ken would too. Not long before he died, Ken told me that LaRouche “was too mean to die”–but the past few days show that, however mean LaRouche was, he was no match for Death.

Swedish prime minster Olof Palme, who seemed likely to have been killed by incubated poisonous rhetoric.  Jeremiah Duggan could not escape a controlled environment.

Matthew Sweet may have written the last book on the movement in anticipation for his death — as it should be for a footnote of a footnote, coming at him from a side-story.

Kremlinologically, reading factnet… Rachel Brown — the woman who ran against Barney Frank — appears to have been slotted down the scales; — it’s Kesha Rogers and Diane Sare that come out of the cult’s “LYM” recruiting struggles, I guess — Jeffrey Steinberg disappears — and why wouldn’t someone like Harley Schlanger– carved out his space in conspiracy land — just drop the cult connection and move on to Webster Tarpley’s jib?

So. I had one indirect encounter with the #LaRouche movement, back in 2004 on the University of Pittsburgh campus. Thankfully, it wasn’t in person- they had a stack of newsletters out and I took one.
It alleged that something called the “Congress for Cultural Freedom” was actually the “Sexual Congress for Cultural Fascism” and part of Dick Cheney’s plot to take over the world, or something.
This is where they lost me. I do not want to think about anything that involves the words “sexual” and “Dick Cheney” in the same sentence.