Why?
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?
April 1st, 2008 at 6:08 pm
It occurs to me that I really should repost it.
From: LAR
Subj: Not Exactly Arcana
3:50 PM 8/26/2005 EDT
TAVISTOCK TRUTH-SERUM
It was sometime during the early 1960s, when an adolescent Baby
Boomer wrote in his Biology-class notebook: “Today, we learned
you can have sex with almost anything!” The spread of that
belief among that generation became known as “The Great Species
Jump.”
They jumped on him, they jumped on her, they swung from limb to
limb, of almost anyone’s limbs. No longer was hate and lust
limited to the targets chosen from the opposite sex; the whole
world of species, even trees and some of the Bushes, were
permitted targets of hate-love lust. No longer were they
controlled by hunger; they had discovered the glorious purity of
lust. So, they freed themselves from the mores of the older
generation, and became a new degeneration, all their own.
They were the peace people, who used the bodies of those they
hated, as temporary entertainment-centers, even sometimes
married them, in order to achieve the acme of cheating on one’s
own spouse with someone else’s spouse. So, peace came,
occasionally, in these frequent unions of hate and love.
It has been a grand festival of de-generation ever since. It had
begun, as a failed experiment with the “Beat Generation,” also
known as the “Lost Generation.” The primitive Big Beat of the
Rock Age, tongue lolling from the head, timed to the twisting
arsch of the revellers, was the Spock which ignited the coming
degeneration, the Baby Boomer generation, from among the children
of the dancers to that ‘fifties Suburban Beat.
So, an older, now balding degeneration, sitting growing moss in
their underpants, became the Baby Boomer degeneration, whose
ideas were uttered as shattered fragments of the rock litany
sung by such as the friends of Ma Krud, all to the throb of LSD
and cheap wine laced with pot on the preceding academic evening.
Alas, that great Baby Boomer degeneration is now passing into a
special kind of limbo, a special Purgatory from which the
generations of their parents and their offspring are excluded.
It is a generation which screams while going sullenly insane.
Yet, behind that facade of pathetic, yellow-lace decadence,
there is sheer hatred, a sense of triumph over their
parents’generation, and sheer fear and hatred of any and every
young adult between the ages of 18 and 25. It is,after all, a
species hatred — Don’t you see.
April 1st, 2008 at 7:16 pm
There is something beyond revolting about this 85-year-old man snickering over his sexual obsessions with the Baby Boomer members he has alays secretly loathed and feared.
Lyn is terrified that someone will notice something, anything, strange about him–as if thousands haven’t noticed already.