Kerry Thornley - The Dreadlock Recollections

Eventually, no doubt, they will be overthrown by the Dutch who will introduce Carter capitalism and then the famine will end and everyone will be more convinced than ever that revolutionaries are cruel and incompetent.

Eventually the old British and Dutch colonial empires will rule Africa again. There'll be a few surviving Blacks, a few lions, a few zebras for the tourist trade.

A lot of cheap raw materials in Europe.

All because of what everyone was taught to call communism.

When the Italian Fascists tried to conquer Ethiopia, they weren't subtle enough to win. That was the great lesson of WWII for Fascism: look as much as possible like your enemies.

The corollary is to make your enemies look as much like Fascists as possible, by supporting the Senator Fishbacks among them.

Then, in comparison, Huey P. Long looks like a saint.

I've been so horny lately it's been distracting. Maybe it is my time of month or maybe I'm just getting tired of all this Prussian horseshit about how terrible sex is. I shall never apologize to anyone for being a mammal. If they want to believe in what Stirner called spooks that is their business. If I don't, and chose to act accordingly, that is my business.

Maybe there will be no peace for me until the Vatican is bombed during a conclave. I suspect very much that is the point someone is trying to make, perhaps the Pope himself.

I don't care whether the Vatican is bombed or not. It is somebody else's grudge. I'm not persuaded when they torment me like a bunch of Inquisitors. Facts, not harassment, change my views. I don't feel obligated to be crucified for the Knights of Columbus though, either, because all they give me is a bunch of crap about sexual esthetics rooted in the conceit that we are supposed to be disembodied spirits rather than mammals. If just one person is psychotic it is insanity. If many people are psychotic it is religion. As far as I'm concerned their attitude toward their own instincts is psychotic. If they could find some way to be psychotic without trying to make me just as insane I'd defend them. As long as they resort to coercion and abusive, caustic methods to cram their values down the throats of unbelievers they aren't worth it to me.

So let the Finns bomb the Vatican. I don't care. I was wrong for sabotaging their first attempt. I'm still no more sympathetic with the Satanists, either, though. I was dragged against my will into a fight that was not my fight and I resent it. And I think the world will be just as miserable under the Lucious Trust Fund as under the Vatican, because the epistemology is the same: to win an argument you use the rack and thumbscrews, if possible.

People always come to resemble their worst enemies sooner or later. By their tactics, it is impossible to distinguish between them. An inquisition is an inquisition. A Russian or Chinese Communist is only a Catholic atheist. Emma Goldman said precisely that about the Russians.

NBC remains my worst villain. Everybody thinks I'm fighting with CBS, including CBS, I guess. CBS is all right. ABC is more informative than either NBC or CBS. NBC is mean.

"CBS? And that's NBC. They only have one camera here." Nixon in the Forbidden City in China. (as in "see bull shit." CBS) Besides they are interfering with my sex life.

Somebody thinks they're Bolsheviks. They sure used to get uptight when the Russians bugged my house in Tijunga. And they nearly went berserk one night when I said I was going to the Friendship Bookstore in Chinatown. My understanding is they were Fascists who were converted, with great difficulty, to laissez-faire capitalism. Not racist fascists. Just fascists economically and politically. They continue to begrudge the fact that they aren't going to become as powerful as they'd been led to believe. That's what I get, everywhere but at Specialty Advertising. The old Marxist Sarnoff either was never actually a Marxist or was deprived of effective power by "Sam" long ago.

Miami was discussed a lot, equal and opposite things were said, though. Where? When?

I have explained many times why it would defeat my purpose to talk in cant or to pretend to talk in cant. The Dreadlock Recollections is a document affecting, potentially, more lives than any other in American history, lives in the Third World. It must be understood.

My worst problem at this time is that The Dreadlock Recollections are being dismissed as a "fictionalization," as cant.

Nelson Rockefeller headed a commission that agreed with the findings of the Warren Commission. Howard Hunt was one of the assassins who sues everyone who tells that truth about him. In this situation, I seem surrounded by Hunt and Rockefeller and Dutch agents. I don't object to communicating with these people, provided they can refrain from treating me sadistically, of which they've so far proven incapable. As Hunt himself never tired of repeating: "Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts, absolutely." Hunt and Rockefeller are so drunk with power that they choose to attack me with lice and purgatives as a method of dialog. These men are not revolutionary nor are they enemies of genocide, they are mad emperors, like the twelve Caesars.

In any case, I object vociferously to being surrounded by their agents, who are lied to in order to justify censorship about the JFK murder and the origins of the Vietnam War. They've convinced Tom that the Russians will rule America if the truth becomes known. The Russians understand the truth. They've been spying on me for years. It isn't the Russians Rockefeller and Hunt are worried about. It is the Vietnamese who cannot be bought off, as some can.

I can face death, wild motorcycle rides, etc., without fear. Speaking for the first time under ordinary circumstances to a woman, to whom I'm extremely attracted, terrifies me. So I'm going to spend a day thinking about what to say, then I'm going to drink a couple of beers to relax me, then I'm going to call up and request a song, probably Jose Cuerno by Shelly West, and then tell you I think you have a beautiful voice and whatever else that is filed away in my conversational arsenal that seems appropriate at that instant, like "I'd sure like to meet you sometime."

Some problem about mind control. Somebody else says don't worry about; it was Rose Ann's misunderstanding, something to do with me and the Jesuits.

Richard Condon says Attilla the Hun was a very charming guy. There is a monument in the Middle East mourning an attack by "the Brigand, Joshua."

Salvador Allende, Dead or Alive?

More to the point, Allende's faction, racist or not. This faction is being accused of parental extortion against my family. Chileans are much like Cubans in that they avoided intermarriage with Native Americans. That Allende was a socialist is beside the point. He was an elected socialist who was disposed by an undemocratic, fascist military clique. Castro's criticism of Allende was the greatest compliment he ever received: he had not, said Fidel, instilled the necessary fear of the government, Allende's socialist government, in the hearts of his people. The American corporations in Chile, Pepsi, Lever Brothers, ITT, are among the most conspiratorial companies anywhere in the world. Nationalizing them would have — although a violation of economic freedom in the eyes of conservatives — accomplished a great deal in terms of ending the fraud that Third World people are somehow benefiting from American investments in their nations (see State of Siege ).

I have always liked Allende. I've always believed he was victim of a terrible injustice, not because he was a Bolshevik whose people supported him. It is the masses, not the Marxist leaders, these capitalists fear, for which reason the US aluminum companies also stopped Jamaica. The question is — if Allende's life was spared by SEG, was it because, like Castro, he is a Castillian racist? Is he? Or isn't he? Nazis don't object to socialism any more than they object to monopoly cartel capitalism. Both are the same, a few handpicked bureaucrats determine the fates of everyone else. The same clique controls both State and economy, whether they are corporate executives selected to serve in the Cabinet or socialist appointees assigned to run factories. The idea is that there are such vast differences in people that some are fit to rule others, though in fact the most brilliant person seldom can competently manage his own affairs, much less the affairs of hundreds of thousands of millions of others.