but in fact it might even be sane. I have an acrobat's sense of these

things, a higher and finer touch.

So pack your bags and get ready to work on Groundhog Day. We

will have a strategy conference at the Beach Boy Cafe and then we will

creep out in the fog and do our filthy business. Welcome to the next

generation.

November 25, 1985

Revense of the Fish Heads

"And a thousand thousand slimy things lived on; and so did I."

—Sam Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

vJne of the things you have to deal with in this business is being whipped

on by brainless freaks and special-interest pleaders. It never ends. On

some nights they gnaw on your doorknob, and on others they plot rotten

lawsuits and fondle themselves like chimpanzees in rooms lit by 25-watt

bulbs.

These things happen. Not everybody lives like the Cleavers. Some

people are bent like Joe Theismann's leg, but few of them work for the

Redskins, and nobody takes them to a hospital when their bones erupt

through their flesh.

We are all victims of this slime. They squawk on our telephones and

clog all the court calendars and fill our mailboxes with gibberish that

would get them indicted if people had time to press charges.

There is no cure for it. Some god with a sense of humor like Ed Winn

made them that way, for his own reasons. Only a few are really dan-

gerous—maybe 1 or 2 percent—but these are the ones who go over the

edge and kill and sHt and burn, or keep a hundred stray cats in their

condos and worship yellowed photos of Susan Atkins.

>>16090708

they couldn;t figure out yeast

even after all that decades

starving in the desert

They also write letters, and I have had a lot of them recently. They are

all from Miami, from fish heads and Jesus freaks and Nazis—and they

are all connected, in one way or another, to the strange and frenzied

cult of Dr. Neil Frank, the infamous hurricane junkie who works for

ABC News and was recently honored as 1985's "Communicator of the

Year" by the National Association of Government Communicators in

Washington, D.C.

It was a fitting honor for the man. He is nothing if not a communicator.

His frantic late-night commentaries on the high spots of his recent hur-

ricane season were the hottest thing on the airwaves since Orson Welles

did "War of the Worlds" in 1938. He drove millions of people crazy

with fear and confusion.

Frank is the on-screen director of something called the National Hur-

ricane Center in Coral Gables, Fla. , a once-fashionable suburb of Miami.

He is also—according to a man named Tex, from Coconut Grove

—

a lay preacher of some kind in the evangelical mode who once opened

a crusade for Billy Graham. This may or may not account for his huge

and rabid following in south Florida, where his doomsday-style warnings

about impending hurricanes "with the energy of one of our early atomic

bombs" has elevated him to the status of a holy man, a literal Messenger

of God. More people have abandoned their homes and fled like rats to

the high ground on the word of Neil Frank than ever ran blindly around

the mountain and through the Red Sea with Moses.

All Frank really does is scare people to death and tell them to flee

God's wrath. But the truth is that any baboon with a healthy heart and

good diction and a contract with ABC's "Nightline" could do Neil Frank's

job, and the same giddy people would worship him.

An outraged couple named Kempker (F.L. and Virginia) from Key

Largo said—in a short, crisply typewritten note—"You have done Mr.

Neil Frank a great disservice with your ignorant and vicious criticism."

"God will forgive you, if you ask him," said a man named Possiel

from somewhere on the south end of Miami Beach, "No sin is too great

except if you reject his son, Jesus. May the Lord have mercy on you."

Somebody called Pick Cotton from the Cathe L. Cotton-DeBoer South

African massage organization called me a jackal with no feeling and

said I was irrationally jealous of Neil. "Go back into the crevice you

crept out of," he said. "You we can do without."

The Thanksgiving week was a slow time for news in the Rockies. The

summit was over, the Broncos were beaten and the snow got deeper

>>16089294

>>>yo temple died

>burned babylon down

>and no one cared

>>16090758

he had two 'peking ducks'

which was before it was pizzagate

>>16090778

'watergate' your volcano for xenu

each day. Many animals died. But Russell Chatham ate most of them,

and his mad-dog girlfriend got off with something like 600 cured hides,

which she sold on the street in Hollywood.

Finally we had to put the Jeep in four-wheel low just to get over the

long hill to the tavern. Frozen bulls blocked the road in front of Wayne's

place, pissing and stomping on the terra. Some people stopped for the

brutes, which is always a nasty mistake. The only way to move them is

to whack the lever into compound low and stomp on the gas. Go straight

at the buggers and give them a taste of the chrome.

Sometimes a long blast of the horn will panic the whole herd and you

can chase them for miles at top speed.

The tavern is normally calm on weekdays. It is a cowboy place, a small

roadhouse far out on a back road down valley, the only neon sign within

10 miles in any direction.

But the parking lot on this weekend was crisscrossed with Porsches

and Range Rovers and an occasional new BMW 735i. The local manager

of the "Friends of Robert Vesco" group drove a Ferrari 308, and his

wife is a deputy sheriff. They claimed to be from Shelbyville, Ky., and

said they raised purebred dingo dogs for a living. Australian animals,

tan curs about 30 or 40 pounds with no brains at all and a serious killer

instinct. A pair of them recently sold at a dog show in Denver for

$22,000.

Which is hokum, of course—but that was the price they announced.

The buying and selling of dogs, especially working purebreds like dingos

and Dobermans, is a treacherous and unstable business.

None of these things mattered to the Friends of Robert Vesco. Most of

them had dogs of their own, and they were here for their annual reunion.

It was a mean crowd, by and large, in sheepskin parkas and eelskin

cowboy boots, but they paid in cash and nobody had any trouble. One

man stabbed his wife in the parking lot, but it was only a scrape and

she was on the first plane to Denver on Monday.

>>16090791

>>16090785

>>>16090778

>'watergate' your volcano for xenu

Operation Snow White was a criminal conspiracy by the Church of Scientology during the 1970s to purge unfavorable records about Scientology and its founder, L. Ron Hubbard. This project included a series of infiltrations into and thefts from 136 government agencies, foreign embassies and consulates, as well as private organizations critical of Scientology, carried out by Church members in more than 30 countries.[1] It was one of the largest infiltrations of the United States government in history,[2] with up to 5,000 covert agents.[3] This operation also exposed the Scientology plot 'Operation Freakout', because Operation Snow White was the case that initiated the U.S. government's investigation of the Church.[3]

Under this program, Scientology operatives committed infiltration, wiretapping, and theft of documents in government offices, most notably those of the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. Eleven highly placed Church executives, including Mary Sue Hubbard (wife of founder L. Ron Hubbard and second-in-command of the organization), pleaded guilty and were convicted in federal court of obstructing justice, burglary of government offices, and theft of documents and government property. The case was United States v. Mary Sue Hubbard et al., 493 F.Supp. 209 (D.D.C. 1979).[

>>16090806

no sin offering

no temple

Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that

God is just.

– Thomas Jefferson

According to Attorney General Lynch's own figures,

California's overall crime picture makes the Angels look

like a gang of petty jack-rollers. The police counted 463

Hell's Angels: 205 around Los Angeles, 233 in the San

Francisco-Oakland area, and the rest scattered widely

around the state. These woeful departures from reality

made it hard to accept their other statistics. The dubious

package cited Hell's Angel convictions on 1,023

misdemeanor counts and 151 felonies – primarily vehicle

theft, burglary and assault. This was for all years and all

alleged members, including many long since retired.

California's overall figures for 1963 showed 1,116

homicides, 12,448 aggravated assaults, 6,257 sex

offenses and 24,532 burglaries. In 1962 the state listed

4,121 traffic deaths, up from 3,839 in 1961. Drug-arrest

figures for 1964 showed a 101 percent increase in juvenile

marijuana arrests over 1963, and a 1965 back-page story

in the San Francisco Examiner said, The venereal disease

rate among [the city's] teenagers from 15 to 19 has more

than doubled in the past four years. Even allowing for the

annual population jump, juvenile arrests in all categories

are rising by 10 percent or more each year. Late in 1965

Governor Edmund Pat Brown, a Democrat, was berated by

Republicans in the Legislature for remaining aloof to the

threat of the rising crime rate, which they said had jumped

70 percent during his seven years in office.

Against this background, it is hard to see how it

would make any difference to the safety and peace of mind

of the average Californian if every motorcycle outlaw in the

state (all 901, according to the police) were garroted within

twenty-four hours.

>>16090836

>10 points

>you get Friday off

>>16090807

> Church of Scientology

If the Hell's Angels Saga proved any one thing, it

was the awesome power of the New York press

establishment. The Hell's Angels as they exist today were

virtually created by Time, Newsweek and The New York

Times. T h e T i m es is the heavyweight champion of

American journalism. On nine stories out of ten the paper

lives up to its reputation. Yet the editors make no claims to

infallibility, and now and then they will blow the whole duke.

It would be senseless to try to list these failures, and

besides that the purpose of this harangue is not to nail any

one newspaper or magazine – but to point out the

potentially massive effect of any story whose basic

structure is endorsed and disseminated not only by Time

a nd Newsweek, but by the hyper-prestigious New York

Times. The Times took the Lynch report at face value and

simply reprinted it in very condensed form. The headline

said: CALIFORNIA TAKES STEPS TO CURB

TERRORISM OF RUFFIAN CYCLISTS. The bulk of the

article was straight enough, but the lead was pure fiction: A

hinterland tavern is invaded by a group of motorcycle

hoodlums. They seize a female patron and rape her.

Departing, they brandish weapons and threaten bystanders

with dire reprisals if they tell what they saw. Authorities have

trouble finding a communicative witness, let alone arresting

and prosecuting the offenders.

This incident never occurred. It was created, as a

sort of journalistic montage, by the correspondent who

Hunter S. Thompson 57

Apres Moi, le Deluse

"It don't mean nothing till you prove it all night."

—Richard Milhous Nixon

Ihere was serious movement in Washington last week. Skinner called

me from the senator's office late Thursday afternoon to say that he was

no longer totally committed to his job as executive consultant with the

Kennedy for President campaign.

"He is quitting the race," he said. "We just got the word. He's going

on TV in Boston in 10 minutes to announce his final decision."

"You lying swine!" I shouted. "Why do you bother me with these

cheap political rumors?"

"This one's true," he said. "The man is puUing out. The whole cam-

paign staff is terminated as of 10 o'clock this morning. People are weep-

ing and clinging to each other. I jus.t lost $500 a day for the next two

years."

"Never mind the money. What's happening?"

"Madness," he repHed. "Our switchboard almost shorted out. By

4:30 P.M. all the phone lines were fit up. The first guy said he's either

got AIDS or there was another body in the car. The second guy said

it's some kind of scandal. The third guy was a friend of his and said

there must be some family tragedy—his son has cancer again or some-

thing Hke that. The fourth person said he's getting remarried. It's that

strong-willed Czechoslovakian woman he's going out with."

"Hideous," I muttered, "truly hideous."

"And in between, all these press calls are coming in. It's Hke when

Nixon resigned. You'd pick up the phone to make a call and you couldn't

get a dial tone because all the circuits on Capitol Hill were tied up. It

was a bombshell."

"Are you serious? You didn't know?"

''Nobody knew," he said, "not even Pat Caddell. His new superpower

consulting firm that broke up two days ago—they didn't even know.

When he and Doake and Shrumm split up, Caddell was in the other

room screaming, 'It's a Kennedy plot; it's part of the Kennedy for

President thing.' That's how weird this has been."

"What does this do to the party?" I asked him.

"It's chaos. Jesse Jackson can be the nominee now. With the 15

>>16090856

>>16090862

joachim

boaz

and a temple died

Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass …

#GEHYESTSHOTGUNWEDDING #EVER #WHEELCHAIRHONEYMOON #NOWHIPS

happy ishtar

babylon died

>>16090890

>happy ishtar

>babylon died

>>16090890

>happy ishtar

>babylon died

>>16090890

>>happy ishtar

>>babylon died

>>16090890

>>>happy ishtar

>>>babylon died

>>16090890

>>>>happy ishtar

>>>>babylon died

>>16090882

"We have made a covenant with death, And with Sheol we are in agreement. When the overflowing scourge passes through, It will not come …

> Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass …

>#GEHYESTSHOTGUNWEDDING #EVER #WHEELCHAIRHONEYMOON #NOWHIPS

>>16090607

>>In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows liebout>hesucks dicks with his butthole

for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves:”

>>16090920

>hell's rejects build teepee with lies

For we have made falsehood our refuge and we have concealed ourselves with deception."

>>16090944

> made falsehood our refuge and we have concealed ourselves with deception."

(v.18) will be broken. Surely the cornerstone in verse 16 when ignored will bring Antichrist; and Christ Himself warned that they would accept one with his own name ( John 5:43). Their attempt to bring about a king; no doubt of Messianic Davidic decent will be brought to fruition with the bad fruit of this imposter. It is hard to say if the general drunken state will bring about the spiritual seduction that is implied here with the false prophets in verse 7 directly resulting in this deception; or if there is a general lack of discernment forseeing this event

>>16090952

just go find taht unblemished red heifer harry gasket duke with no yoke

no yoke

Ye shall know them by their fruits. · Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit. · A good tree cannot bring …

>>16091034

> but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.

she's pretty

xenu had sex with baphomet