… Are you ready?  Is America ready?

The following letter was published in the Oregonian the other day:

Carmen, not Candy’s Room

Bruce Springsteen’s band member tells us that it is a rush to him to “turn your guitar amp up to 11 and scream and shout and be presenting amazing music.” Amazing to me that anyone older than a demented 6-year-old can call that racket “music.” True, my standards are high, as they are generated by the Metropolitan Opera. But the reaction to the Springsteen noise proves the truth of the old adage that “some people grow up, others just grow old.”

ROBERT E. VANDERZANDEN Woodburn

Seems to be an obnoxious high-brow.  I myself would start listening to Opera, but I fear that everyone will just assume that it is a contrived taste, an attempt to Impress.  Anyway, someone actually responded to this letter, as such.  The Friday letters are not in the Oregonian online cache, but the money line was something to the effect of “If Opera is so great and Springsteen so crummy, why must one be subsidized and the other cost $80?”  Another a-hole.

Maybe I would respond, but for the life of me I wouldn’t know whether to attack Carmen and Springsteen or praise them.  Maybe I could try to rise myself above them both and claim disdain as the highest of high-brows, or could mold myself into even more the common clay on the other end of the spectrum — like, I’m more into Larry the Cable Guy  GITERDUN… (ugh).

It appears that the central committee of Lyndon Larouche’s has collapsed.  It is difficult for me not to connect what appear to be rather massively sized dots (splots?) with one massively thick line.

I refer to those two internal daily briefings, one for March 10 and one for March 11, where Larouche complains about man-power shortage, people taking on “outside projects”, and the specter of Benedict Arnold under-mining the cult.  And I refer to a piece his propaganda mill published and spit out for March 25 where he, again, complained about his man-power shortage and his associates (whom he hates) taking on “outside projects”, something which has been reported as far back as last summer as happening but the tension of has finally appeared to snowball into something catastrophic.  This is one set of dots.

The other set of dots is comprised of the fact that the rss feed is spitting out a dramatically reduced number of items out at me.  Also in the sudden disappearance of “Jeff Steinberg’s Weekly Political Report” for two weeks.  And, for that matter, the publication of nothing over Easter weekend.  For a year I have been watching to see what functions flicker off and darken with the Larouche organization, seeing how it matches the somewhat bold explanation of the Washington Monthly’s promotional item for the Avi Klein article stating that “Ken Kronberg’s suicide marks the death of the Lyndon Larouche Movement.”  This is one of those functions which has eroded, and let it be said that it collapsed in March of 2008.  A dark age beckons, similar to the second Dark Age interval of — whatever years that is.

I begin to wonder about revenire’s appearance to steer us toward an Italian dignitary’s reference to a “New Bretton Woods”, and the various HBPA resolutions passed by various municipal and state governments — revenire appearing, oddly enough, March 11.

We are a week away from April 11, the one year anniversary of Kenneth Kronberg’s suicide.  Larouche’s belated self-serving response was a call to continue to pursue that magical “Immortality”.  The March 25th missive shows him returning to that self-serving phrase, “One of the things I hate about my associates” being that they are no longer working for his immortality.  If you read these dots right, mortal men and women are seemingly winding their way to a mixture of mortal pursuits and an entirely different and more sound version of whatever “Immortality” can possibly be, leaving the organization to the mortal task of duct-taping up and covering up this collapse.  How?  Rearrange the deck-chairs, I suppose.  They still have a core of someone in Leesburg, right?  Something is sputtering out of their rss feed, just not a whole heck of a lot.

The thing continues.  It lives.  Kind of.  The LYM are running around, however many of them there are, isolated from outside influence somewhat in cold storage, waging theatrical presentations where they don’t quite imitate Felix Royatin because they don’t really know what he looks like, or even quite know if he is a real person, and Michael Bloomberg — who they think is running for president.  Never peddling any printed material, there.  Larouche’s hope for “Immortality” lies with them, bridged together by what infrastructure, I cannot quite say.

Some Chinese, along with a smattering of “Free Tibet” — um — hippies of a somewhat strong bent to them (the type that might have real trail mix with rocks included in them.  I mention this because I saw a few frighten some MAX riders.) [Not that there’s anything wrong with it] — regularly protest the Bejing Olympics at Pioneer Square and across the street, calling on us all to boycott due to the atrocious human rights record of China.

I agree.  I will categorically state right here and now that I will not be competing in the 2008 Bejing Olympic Games.

Interesting new item:

“Time to Break The America up into Smaller Countries.”

That is, of course, a call to action for all the secessionist movements, including Cascadia, to proceed.  Either that or that project from the mind of Thomas Jefferson — near the end of his life as he was becoming quite the radical — where a community extends no more than 30 miles, or something to that effect.  (I’ll look that one up later.)

Since the last time you checked, Mike Gravel has done three things.  He has endorsed a Green Party presidential candidate.  He has switched his registration to the Libertarian Party.  And he has released a new youtube video version of The Beatles’s “Helter Skelter“.

And now he is apparently making a bid for the Libertarian Party presidential nominee, which is sending shock waves as that party’s current candidates figure out what his effect will be.  Debate held on the 5th?  I’m… not there.

Anyway, Helter Skelter?  What?  And does this mean his Democratic bid is finally over?

Should I even bother with this one? 

I still owe you that quarter. You should have bugged me at the shop and I would have paid you.

The absurdity of this, and how I will tend to view it as simply a matter of the economics of DIY ventures, is that I sent $6 for the five mini-comics, one dollar for each and one dollar prescribed for posting.  The mini-comics were each priced at 75 cents, which was the price I would see them at at Fallout Comics in Seattle for the next couple of years.  This would, at least in theory, bring the sum available for postage with this purchase to $2.25, evidentally 52 cents would be required for postage, and 29 cents of which Shannon Wheeler paid.

At this point, I believe Shannon Wheeler was just then transitioning to a stage where his income could come entirely from his art.  “Adhesive Comics” was still a collaborative effort full of a handful of comic books that I never really saw anywhere — fall into the dustbin of comics history, and he would buy the whole thing out the next year, leaving it as purely a vehicle for “Too Much Coffee Man”.  I assume that the roughly $2 helped  tide over the printing costs of the mini-comic until they would eventually earn a minor profit, by which time his character was appearing in a Converse commercial.  Now that I think about it, I do wonder if anyone else received something from Shannon Wheeler at this time period “Postage Due”.

But my mother handing me that envelope and asking me for a quarter is a far cry from everyone planning their retirement based upon their stock in  Bear Stearns.

There is not a whole lot to say about this. My main reoccuring Larouchie, you know — revenire — accused me within his last spell here of “admitting” to a “pornographic” interest in Larouche. Well, the man creates pornography, as you can see there. IBut it’s the perverted type of where you are left wondering what is wrong with the creator of the item. “Growing moss in their underpants”. The man should try his luck at creating the next “2 Girls, One Cup”. (Don’t google it, and no I have not watched it and don’t precisely know what it is, but its reputation preceeds itself. One more item for the “Anti-Internet Crusade”, I suppose, if he wants it — not without hypocrisy, though.)

Tavistock holds a special place in the conspiracy workings of Larouche, and at the time of this 2005 creation had re-asserted itself as a lean – against with regards to Jeremiah Duggan.

“Ma Crud” you can assume is a reference to Mark Rudd, and that should by any rights fly over the heads of the “LYM” golden children of the new reinvigorated Revolution. Not that it matters too much. I don’t think they have a full idea of the depths of the 1958 Recession either. And, you know, who the hell is Felix Royatin and can the LYMers really really explain what he is trying to do? We also have another one of those “species differentation” he is so fond of in the terms of how the Baby Boomers hate them. How does one split the human race into different species, excepting for classic racist ideologies which we tend to have gotten past, I can’t quite say.

A modest irony comes with the current line up for the Clintons and against Obama. The demographic clash in the voting has older voting for Clinton, younger voting for Obama. I have no interest in parcing out real world politics with regards to Larouche, but this does slide Larouche’s current treadmill cause for his supporters as his “Youth” fighting for the Baby-boomers against the non-initiated “youth”. I suppose you could slide Larouche’s cause as working for the “Lower 90 percent” due to the income demographic difference in the vote, but at this point you just get exhausted. The treadmill works for one popular cause with some supporters and some opponents and with the illusion of inside influence, there is nothing much more to say.

Then there is this interesting note of Kremlinology:

We have now completed two weeks without Jeff Steinberg’s Weekly Radio Report.

Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee. Oh, the plot thickens, don’t it?

“His first stop was in Medford.  That’s the Meth Capital of the Northwest.  There’s something in that.”

“Really?  Medford?  Meth Capital?”

“Yep.  You know what the Pot capital is?

“Yeah, Eugene of course.”

“Yeah that’s some really good weed from there.”

“Don’t like that town otherwise.”

“Well, it’s basically a college town.”

“Hm.  So, what’s Portland?”

“I dunno.”  Several seconds of silence.  “The thing is.  He lies alot.  The first lie I heard from him was the one where he said that he has slept with Hillary.”