The Insincerity Of Khizr Khan

The Insincerity

Of Khizr Khan

by

R.E. Prindle

 

I thought the Khizr Khan thing would have died a natural death but since it hasn’t let me say a few things that seem to have been passed over.  At the base of the issue the Khans are Human Traffickers in collusion with the Clintons and the King of the Saudi Arabians.  The association has been very profitable for the Clintons who have received many lesser amounts as well as a 25 million dollar contribution to their trust from the Saudis.  What does one do for someone that merits that much money?  Something they considered very valuable.  What was it?  No one has asked the Clintons because the explanation might not go down so well.

The Clintons have known Khizr Khan for some time having received checks from him through his law firm.  Khan himself facilitates or facilitated  selling green cards to wealthy Moslems for 500,000.  The green cards were good for the Moslem purchaser’s entire extended family.  Thus Khan was the middleman in moving humans from the Middle East to the US.  Their son, who I am sure was a patriotic deep dyed American, nevertheless joined the Army to get a free education after.  His very wealthy parents who could easily have put him through the most expensive US college from the profits of their Human Trafficking thus are themselves scamming the US in what I would consider a less than patriotic way.  Do the Khan’s have undivided loyalty to the US as they claimed?  Not very likely.

Now, the Clintons pretend not to have not known about the Khans and their son until a staffer allegedly heard about their story contacting them to speak against Trump at the convention.  What the basis of their request might have been isn’t clear.  Why would the Clintons wish to conceal their friendship with the Khans?  Obviously something is going on here but we are led to believe that the Khan’s hate Donald Trump for some unexplained reason and wished to take this opportunity to condemn him.  What was the reason for their asking:  Donald Trump have you ever read the Constitution?  It had nothing to do with their son’s death in action in Iraq.  Obviously it was because Trump threatened their Human Trafficking livelihood.  It is a money related issue.  Their Human Trafficking was threatened  by Trump’s intent to ban Moslem immigration.  Talk about coal miners losing their jobs, Khizn stood to lose a fortune.    How many green cards had he already sold?  Loyalty to the US, faugh! 

How many tens of thousands could he sell if not cut off?

Now, there is nothing in the Constitution that guarantees anyone a right to immigrate to the US.  There is nothing in the Constitution that denies the US the right to refuse immigrants for any reason or to suspend immigration altogether.  With a few exceptions the last has been done.

So, Mr. Khan, as the fine Constitutional scholar that you are can you point to the words that affirm anyone a right to immigrate into the US?  Can you point to the words that say members of a religious class cannot be selectively excluded?

Mr. Khan, if you’re out there, we are waiting for your answers.  Educate us, please. 

Vote Trump

Hillary Clinton: Mad Mama Merkel's Disciple

Hillary Clinton

Our Mad Mama Merkel

By

R.E. Prindle

 

The real bone of contention is this election is whether we will have an influx of a million Middle Eastern Moslems or not.  The democrats define their opponents as unfeeling bigots, knuckle dragging morons who flunked out at kindergarten for refusing to allow such a disintegrating element into this country.  There are many reasons to reject immigration of any kind none of which refers to religion and/or ethnicity but they do not concern us here.

The important thing here is that as the Moslems fifteen hundred years of history show they always come as conquerors.  They mean to change the nature of any country they enter exclusively to their own religion, law, mores and customs.  They are Judaism perfected.  This is not open to question.

Clinton and the Dems are willing to accept the consequences that they most clearly recognize.  Trump and his Party prefer the existing Western Culture of the US hence rejection of Moslem immigration.

There is no difference between the Moslem invasion of the US than the English invasion of post-Columbian North America.

In the English settlements in Virginia the Indian tribes on more than one occasion wiped them out.  Was that an act of xenophobia or an act self-preservation?  Unfortunately for the Indians English reserves were large and they kept coming.  The consequence was that the Indians were wiped out.

In the Massachusetts  colony the Wampanoags might easily have destroyed the English invaders but chose to aid them.  Whether ‘xenophobes’ pushed to exterminate the invaders or not the consequence of their benevolence was the same as in Virginia.  The Indians were overwhelmed.

Hillary, who must have misplaced any brain God gave her, refuses to learn from history so rather than refuse entry she sends planes to the Middle East to fly them here.  Inevitable result?  A repetition of the Indians with the English.

Do we have to look far to verify the consequences?  No.  Only across the Pond to the Germany of Mad Mama Merkel.  Mama… the derogatory term the Moslems give to that silly woman.

Mad Mama has not only let in but kicked down the doors and waved the Moslems on.  The result?  Endless and increasing acts of violence, murder, and rape.  Wholesale rapes in one day of thousands of German women in the city of Cologne.  Mad Mama obviously hates her own sex or she is brutally letting the Moslems fuck them.  Maybe Mad Mama is sexually repressed.

Does Hillary think the same won’t happen in the US.  Of course not, she hopes it will.  She’s going to encourage it just like Mad Mama.  It is part of the Liberal ideology.  Sarkozy of France wanted to pass a law requiring French women to fuck Africans.  It was the only way to break down racial barriers for the amalgamation of races he said.  Mad Mama belongs to the same ideology  but rather than pass a law requiring German girls to fuck Moslems she gives Moslems carte blanche to rape them.

Is this Hillary’s plan for the US?  She comes from the same ideological group as Mad Mama and Sarkozy so what else can be the plan?

So if you vote for the evil witch Hillary, disciple of Mad Mama Merkel, you are voting for the rape of American womanhood.  May you suffer the consequences personally if you do.

 

Vote Trump

Donald Trump And The New Progressivism

Donald Trump

And The

New Progressivism

by

R.E. Prindle

 

An ideology has to be updated from time to time.  Now is the time for a new take on an old ideology.  Donald Trump is the president who can make it a reality.

Progressivism means an advance in the welfare of civilization.  Through perhaps 1920 progress, significant progress, or the amelioration of civilization, had been made.  World War I closed out that period.  Since 1920 the application of the old progressivism has become increasingly regressive so that in today’s conditions the old progressivism is a failed ideology.

Whereas in the past European peoples including the US developed a system of Progressivism they shared with the rest of the world, educating the peoples of China, India et al. in its use, those peoples can now stand on their own feet; they no longer need Western help.

The New Progressivism then returns to the care and welfare of our own Western peoples.  A tenet of the OP was Free Trade which became a gift to the Eastern peoples.  Free Trade means merely that the lowest cost producer is the prime beneficiary.  The money flows downhill to them.  The low cost producers exploit their people who are naturally receiving the lowest possible wage.  Low wages are the prime element of low cost production.

To protect what the West has built up then it is necessary to enact a wage differential bringing every producer’s wage to a certain level.  For the West this means a tariff.  Tariffs were considered regressive under the OP but become progressive under the New Progressivism.  In fact, it is imperative they be enacted for our very survival.

Donald Trump appears to be the candidate who understands this as he has created the New Republican Party discarding the old.

The Democrats are hopelessly behind the times.

As regards Mexico and a border wall that may not be necessary if Trump is neo-progressive in dealing with the Mexicans.  He must approach the Mexicans and advise them that if they don’t want a wall they must grant all Americans, both US and Canada, dual citizenship with full rights as Mexican citizens including the right to run for public office up to and including the presidency.

As the US has already generously built up the Mexican economy by sending industry South there is no reason for a border.  The US wage rates would immediately prevail in Mexico.  Any US residents of any national background would be free to move South to seek jobs as they wish.  After all these are US plants and more will be built.

The increase in wages in Mexico would then provide a burgeoning market generating, along with the tariff that would then apply in Mexico also, prosperity North and South for twenty years or so.

Mexico would remain a separate administrative unit so as to prevent unwieldiness. 

Trump could be the most progressive president ever known.

 

Vote Trump

On Wisconsin: Dump Paul Ryan

On Wisconsin:  Dump Ryan

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Just to put things in perspective, Paul Ryan’s congressional seat is insecure.  In his bid for reelection he is currently trailing his adversary by more than somewhat.  There is an excellent chance he will not resume his seat in January.  Could God be that good to us?

After behaving like a eunuch for the past eight years he now attempts to show whatever cojones he has left.

After kowtowing to and sucking off Massa Barry ‘Bama for the last eight years, ever the racist and ever loving that black skin, now that a White man is going to be in office Mr. (I use the term loosely) Ryan is bleating something about the three branches of the government, the Executive, the Judicial and the Legislative.  He says his branch, the Legislative, is going to reassert its independence from the executive dictatorship of Black Skin Obama thus reclaiming the equality of the branches.  I sure wish he’d learned about the equality of the branches eight years ago.

At least the pus does know he’s been a slave for the last eight years.  Perhaps Hollywood would be interested in a script I’ve written up:  Eight Years A Slave:  The Paul Ryan Story.  Of course Ryan doesn’t have a black skin so there might not be much of a market for such a film.  Still, Shinola is still being made.  Maybe….

So, now that it’s mano a mano with a Caucasian Wussy Paul affirms that Trump isn’t going to get away with the Executive Orders that Massa Barry ‘Bama did.  Does this pool dud pay attention to what he’s saying?  He says Congress let Massa Barry ‘Bama get away with being a dictator; a black skin can go where a White man can’t.

So, Paul ‘the Wuss’ Ryan is going to snipe at a President Trump in any way he can.  That is if he’s returned to office in January.  I place my faith in his Wisconsin constituency’s intelligence and acumen.

On Wisconsin.  Give us a winning team.

The Coming Of Trump

The Coming Of Trump

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Former Montreal Canadien goalee Ken Drydan has written a thoroughly amusing essay in the 7/8/16 WSJ that he titles Trump And The Broad Street Bullies that purports to explain Trump’s success hitherto.

Ken tells the moral myth of the coming of the Philadelphia Flyers hockey team.  An expansion team they were assigned the dreck of the league’s players that guaranteed a last place finish.  Comes the Coach Fred Spero who Ken depicts as a sort of John the Baptist preceding the coming of the Christ or in another word, Trump.

Spero discarded all the old rules and taught his players to engage in maximum physical contact outside established custom.  Hockey is rough enough under normal circumstances.  Spero had a couple skilled players who got all the slap shots while the other players were beating up the opposition so badly that many opposition players refused to show up for games.  The Broad Street Bullies as they became known bullied the team to two straight championships.

Then came the Montreal Canadiens, something like the Royal Mounted Police to put a stop to the New Age, as I read it, by being meaner and badder with a couple more skillful slap shot artists.  The moral then, Big Bad Bully Donald Trump using the same tactics as the Broad Street crowd forces the saintly Party Regulars to follow Ken’s and the Canadien’s example to fight fire with fire.  That’s Ken’s interpretation of the situation:  The Devil vs. the Saints.

I wish to put before you a different scenario.  In mine I cast Trump as Young King Arthur who pulls the mighty sword Excalibur out of the Stone and the Party Regulars as the Canadiens who try to discredit the real Arthur and prevent him from becoming King.

Young Trump made a career of pulling Excaliburs from stones.  Beginning with the pittance of a million dollars loaned to him at interest by his doting father he built an empire of many billions.   (Reports of how many differ wildly but all agree, billions.)

As a rising young Mogul, Young Trump was courted by obsequious politicians who not able, apparently, to raise enough money from the Jews, for substantial contributions.  Young Trump gave with an open hand.  How open, his hands being small, may be argued.

Bowing and scraping, lauding Young Trump to the skies, the politicians backed out bowing low, with the money, until next time.  Shamed and embarrassed at their own sycophancy they among themselves called Young Trump a clown and a fool.

Time passed, as it will, and Young Trump stacked up a few decades so that he became portly, but not as portly as Old King Cole, and visibly no longer young, but his hair remained good.  A young man is gratified by women and flattery but as Trump passed the meridian in life he no longer needed flattery, however his eye for the ladies was undimmed.

As he said, idly fondling his new wife, the thought came into is mind, what next?  Is this all there is?  As he was completely satisfied with his new wife, and why not I might ask, he thought:  I’ve got money, vast lands and a TV show, why shouldn’t I realize my destiny and become the president of the United States Of America?  Hence, the coming of Trump emulating that of Arthur.

He had a collection of swords pulled from stones and thought these should be enough make his point.  Oh, and one from a damsel called The Lady Of The Lake.

Yet, lo and behold, the Party Regulars were horrified at the idea of their rich Fool’s entering their turf.  The now Fully Mature Trump was yet a political naif while having no reason to suspect the revulsion of what after all, were his impoverished vassals. 

Further, laughing behind their shapely hands, they devised a plan of a number of so-called TV debates in which they would humiliate him so invidiously that Fully Mature Trump would realize his error and abandon his political fantasies.

Thus a great tournament was arranged on the turf of Faux Fox in which a general melee between Fully Mature Trump and the various candidates for the Top Job of the Nation would fight it out directed by a panel of judges led by the beauteous Princess Megan and two other knaves whose names have disappeared down the memory hole.  The beauteous Princess Megan was much more memorable.  Then she had a bad hair day and began to look like a young Alan Ladd.  Not bad, but not the same thing.  Unfortunately for the Princess she agreed to play the role of the Wicked Witch of the East.

Sneeringly she directed her first question at Fully Mature Trump:  Mr. Trump, why are you an asshole?  While visibly hurt at what he considered a betrayal Fully Mature Trump wearing two of his many swords in this myth of destiny, flexed his tiny hands and whipped out his left hand sword and symbolically sent Princess Megan’s head rolling down the aisle.

Now comes an old joke but I’m going to tell it anyway.  I got it from the singer of the group Blood Rock.

With a quiet chuckle Fully Mature Trump gave the now dead Megan a moral lesson.  He said:  Megan, I always said that you were so stupid that if your brain was placed on the edge of a razor blade it would look like a BB rolling down a four lane highway.

That was cruel, but, it is a cruel world and it was him or her; besides she had taken the role of the Wicked Witch and, well, it might be said that Fully Mature Trump, the Knight of the Two Swords, gave her her just deserts.

That tournament that night announced the Coming of Trump.

He now has to win a few more tournaments but if his heart is pure he will have the strength of ten.  Plus he should keep his eye out for a Merlin.

Vote Trump

The One who was to make his return and has.

Save Our Souls

Save Our Souls

by

R.E. Prindle

 

One is astonished at how thick Liberals are.  During this campaign they have offered a never ending stream of insults at Donald Trump, not to mention the rest of we knuckledraggers, gun huggers etc.  Trump has not only been insulted but the insults have been basely demeaning, did I use the word defamatory?  That’s what I meant.

To insult someone running against a useless piece of baggage like Hillary Clinton takes a lot of chutzpah.

In their assumed sense of superiority one would think they’re dealing with an idiot child.  Now, how does one react to truly hurtful reproaches by those who claim to be the most sensitive people on earth?  You can’t get angry and bury yourself which is what they’re aiming at.  Few people have given Trump credit for an amazing level of self-control.  Rather than lash back he reacted by jokes that are just too subtle for the Liberal intelligence.  They don’t get it.

Witness his sly parodies of the Levy Bread ads of the Sixties, while using a solid six point star just as others such as Disney have and being savaged by brutes who using their famous double standard of Good for us but Bad for you.  A six point star is not the so-called Star of David.  The so-called Star of David is actually an occult symbol indicating the Above and Below.  It was appropriated by the Jews as their special symbol sometime in the Middle Ages.  To make a fuss over Trump’s use of it only demonstrates how thick they really are.

If it were possible to believe the preposterous one would be the unbelievably insulting question put to Trump that if he is elected in November does he intend to assume the office?  I guess one can believe the preposterous.  It’s open season now.  Can anyone understand the depth and breadth  of such an insult?  Can anyone understand the hurt that the Trump had to swallow?  Can anyone understand the depth of his contempt when he refused a direct answer and laughingly replied:  You’ll have to wait and see.

In the Liberals contempt for Trump, they couldn’t even see that he was putting them on.

Only we can save ourselves from a perpetual servitude to these Liberal thugs.  The question really is, will they allow Trump to be sworn in, or will they reject the voice of Democracy?  All their blather about the rule of law is just that, bushwa.

Save Our Souls

Vote Trump

Why Hillary Clinton Is In Trouble And Donald Trump Is On Top

Why Hillary Clinton Is In Trouble

And Donald Trump Is On Top

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Trump bashers who seem to be functioning from the bottom of a wishing well should at least try for an art form.  Their stuff is really boring.  They can’t understand that this is not an ordinary election.  The rules are suspended.  It is the odd one in that the CFR- Council on Foreign Relations- has not been able to vet both candidates as usual or seemingly so, one never knows.  Thus while the Obama-Clinton combo is in the CFR bag Trump appears to be a wild card beyond the CFR’s control.

I only grasped the reality and influence of the CFR recently so for those who haven’t, I assume you are the majority, the CFR is real.  It is not a so-called conspiracy theorist fantasy.  According to reliable sources they have vetted every candidate from both sides, since their founding in 1921; thus we have the consistent policies followed since then no matter which party is elected.

The CFR is the American branch of what Henry Ford called the International Banker Conspiracy.  He used the word Jewish but meant Bankers, both Jewish and goi, in other words The Money Trust.  As in all organizations the rank and file are unaware of what the elite group’s ultimate plan is.  In essence the lower ranks just follow orders.

This election is abnormal because the CFR has pushed too hard on very unpopular programs such as race mixing and the mongrelization of society, also called unrestricted immigration, negative GDP growth in the US and much much more.  In point of fact the people are in rebellion and have been in rebellion for some time searching only for the leader to organize their resentment.  Donald Trump, seizing the moment, has stepped into the breach. 

Now, it is possible that the CFR realizing than an actual revolution was brewing took preventative measures by appointing Donald Trump to seize the day in order to turn the stampede to defuse the possible revolution.

It is also possible that Trump is sincere.  Either way he is the brewing revolution’s only bet.  He says what we want to hear.  And he does make some sincere sounds.  So  we have to accept Trump as the genuine article while Clinton has said in so many words she will be an Obama clone.  In other words as far as her CFR managers go, she is secure.

Thus, in a general election she is not an 80% bet to win but an 80% bet to lose.  Obama’s Moslem favorites continue to slaughter the world’s population so that another couple dozen disaster by November practically guarantee Trump’s victory.  If Hillary is spending big money on her campaign it is wasted money; if Trump is not it is because he doesn’t have to, he could run a McKinley front porch campaign and win handily.  All this agonizing over spending money is irrelevant.

Trump also is as good or better an actor than Ronald Reagan while being twice as smart with a sly sense of humor.  Of two ads or pictures he has run, once eating tacos to please the Mexicans and the other eating matzoh balls to please the Jews they are clever parodies of the Levy Bread campaign of the Sixties that showed various races of people eating Levy Rye bread under the slogan You Don’t Have To Be Jewish to love Levy’s.

 

You can get what you want

At Donald's Restaurant

What Trump is saying is Trump’s restaurant of the Tower makes the best tacos, matzoh ball soup and probably next, chop suey.  You can’t get more global than that, can you?  America eats internationally.

On personality then Hillary isn’t even in the running; she’s a sure loser.  Anyone thinking this election is going to follow Party registration has their head in the sand.  People are voting issues not Parties.  Hillary is on the wrong side of every issue.

Trump must however get the White vote out in large numbers.  Here’s a tip on how to get 80% of it:  Promise to revoke the hate laws that disenfranchise White men.  If that promise isn’t good for 100% of White men and at least fifty percent of White women then the country is truly and well screwed.

Of course there is always the chance that Trump is a put up job of the CFR but a this point it can’t matter.

Vote Trump

Vote For Your Emancipation

Rating Hardships Among Immigrants

Rating Hardships Among Immigrants

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Hey, Everybody, listen!  The US is a country of immigrants; we’re all immigrants, r-i-i-ight?  Righto!  OK!.  So I think it’s time to rate which immigrants had the toughest time of it all.  My conclusion may surprise all you innocents.

I was moved to make this investigation into hardships by an article in the 7/2-4/16 Wall Street Journal by one Warren Kozak.  He entitles his tale of immigrant woe:  Fleeing the Czars, Defying Gravity: A Fourth of July Immigrant Tale.

He begins his epic:

On July 4, 1900, Samuel Hoffman and his father, Moshe walked across the gangplank of a ferryboat that unceremoniously dumped them, along with a large group of fellow immigrants, at a dock on 14^th St. in Manhattan.  Independence Day for these newcomers meant liberation from Czarist Russia.

Wow!  That’s a tough immigrant story.  However, Kozak points out his ancestors exited a primitive society of black bread and gravy dipped potatoes to what may have been the most advanced country on earth and possibly the whole universe.  Indeed, within just a few years son Samuel had become a multi-millionaire manufacturer while still speaking broken English.  So, you know, from black bread to caviar in much less than a generation.

That’s a great story and warms the cockles.  It is true that these immigrants were ‘unceremoniously dumped’ out on the streets rather than being welcomed with a brass band.  That must have hurt their feelings and while they didn’t speak English they did speak Yiddish and while the US was nominally English speaking, NYC itself was nearly Yiddish speaking.  Indeed Yiddish newspapers were plentiful if out two immigrants were literate as they appear to have been.  So communication with their fellows was as easy as it had been in the old country.

Let us compare them with another group of immigrants who were themselves escaping from a repressive war torn Europe rife with religious persecution.  While our two Jews who were leaving a primitive Russia for what seemed to them, according to author Kozak another advanced planet our group were leaving a superior civilization for a bleak undeveloped land with no amenities to be faced by murderous hostile inhabitants, no more than immigrants themselves, right? Who were hell bent on their genocide and succeeding a few times before these poor impoverished immigrants who had to wade ashore could establish themselves.

They didn’t become multi-millionaires overnight as it were, oh, no, they began decades of hard backbreaking work while fighting off the bigoted so-called natives.  Natives?  Hah! Immigrants like the rest of us.

Yes, we’re talking about Jamestown Virginia immigrants back in the brutally primitive eighteenth century.  These dirt poor suffering immigrants knew what it meant to face bigoted natives who not only denied them entrance into the country club but murdered them.

Now disparaged as ‘Old Dead White Men’ by a new wave of bigots  they paved the way, so to speak, for the easy arrival of later immigrants who were living in electrically wired mansions within a few years.

So, this Independence Day, 2016, let’s doff our Make America Great Again caps to those ‘Dead White Men…and Women’ who made this country great in the first place.  Boom boom, it’s Independence Day!

Vote Trump.

The Vampyres Of New York

Clip 9

A Novel

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Angeline woke up in a fine frame of mind.  Just as a test I quickly flipped her in and out, the hypnosis was working as before.  Now began the hard part; what to do with her second personality.  With a little luck it might prove that they didn’t give her a third or fourth but I didn’t perceive any evidence of it.

I thought it might be best to try to combine Ange’s second personality replacing it with a dream world, a sort of false memory, and only a nightmare hence not real and threatening while as a dream I hoped it could be eliminated.

While a vacated second personality might still exist perhaps with time it could be forgotten or fade away.  For myself my own painful early personality had become dissociated from myself existing more or less as a parallel universe that had nothing to do with me.

I will spare you the details of our work over the next couple days.  While I think we made progress the work seemed far from done.  There was some means to transfer the memory images from the second personality to the dream life of the first personality that had me baffled.  The purification rites with Hera did seem to remove any sense of responsibility from Angeline’s mind but the memories were still there.

While in her first state she couldn’t consciously remember her activities in the second state still the mind has only one subconscious and that was affected equally by both the first and second states.  The deeper I got into her mind the better I understood her catatonia.  But, it was Friday and time for our luncheon date with Lessing.

As I had devised a plan to possibly foil any spy agents Ragnar had the limo ready at ten.  We drove up to Lessing’s.  While standing in his lobby that I thought could be bugged while Lessing should have been able to recognize strangers I explained that my idea was to take the ferry to Staten Island, rent a car and drive to the abandoned Seaview Asylum where I thought it unlikely that we could be overheard.  I asked Ragnar to call for a rent-a-car as we would have to leave the limo at the Whitehall Terminal. 

Me:  The ride’s on me Lessing.

Ragnar:  Sure. The ferry’s free.

Me:  Aren’t you the spoil sport Ragnar.

Lessing:  Funny.  Lived here all my life and I’ve never been to Staten Island.

Ange:  Me neither.

Me:  I just got here and me neither.  I’m looking forward to it.

Ange:  Any idea how long it takes?

Me:  Five miles, about half an hour.  Ferries leave every half hour.  It’ll be great.  Love the ferries in Seattle.  If you ever get the chance take the ferry through the San Juans.  That’s a wonderful trip.

Lessing:  What are the San Juans?

Me:  They’re a group of five islands I believe, up on the Canadian border.  Small islands but romantic.  You can stay at Friday Harbor on San Juan Island and take the ferry back in the morning.  Great fun.  Plus unlike the Staten Island Ferry you can take your car.

Once aboard Lessing had a puzzling experience.

Lessing:  Hello Angeline.  Do you remember me?

Ange:  I’m sorry, Lessing is it?  I don’t think we’ve ever met.

Lessing:  Strange.  I thought we attended a couple parties together a few years back.

Ange:  I don’t think so.  I’m sure I’d remember someone like you Lessing.

Lessing:  Maybe or maybe not.  But I seem…

Me:  Lessing, I’ll explain as soon as we’re in the car.  This is going to amaze you.

 

Lessing:  That was a wonderful trip.  I don’t know how I could have lived here this long and not have taken it before.

Me:  Bravo, Ragnar.  A Mercedes.  Thoughtful of you; how did you swing that on such short notice?

Ragnar:  We chauffeurs have our ways.

Me:  Great. Punch in Seaview Asylum and let’s get some directions.  This place is supposed to be in central Staten Island.  Ruins.  You’ll love it if you like ruins.

Lessing:  Oh, ruins, yes.  Nothing like a good ruin.  Do they have a ruined restaurant?

Me:  Naw.  We’ll have to stop on the way.  Get something to take along.  If you see a MacDonald’s pull over Ragnar.

Ange:  MacDonald’s?  Don’t you really like Burger King better Partly?

Me:  Not really.  Actually I prefer Jack-In-The-Box but I didn’t think you’d have them out here.  If that’s what you prefer, it’s all right with me.

Lessing:  If I have to, it doesn’t matter one way or the other to me.  I’m not sure that this will be a first with me but close to it.

Ange:  Ooh, a snob.

Lessing:  A man of distinction and taste.

Me:  Oh, come on Lessing, a little plebeianism  won’t hurt you any.  We’ll do some fine dining later.

Lessing:  I believe you said that you and uh…Mrs. Wright ware married Perry.  May I ask how you met and hooked so quickly?

Me:  Why not?  It’s one of those matches made in heaven, Lessing, so far at least.  I was at the Nordstrom’s opening as was Ange, our eyes locked and that was it.

Lessing:  Ha!  I’ve heard of it before but I’ve never seen it.

Ange:  It’s true.  Partly rescued me from a world of desolation and loneliness.  Why do you call Partly Perry?

Lessing:  Because Partly told me to call him Perry.

Ange:  Well, you do have multiple personalities Partly, or is it Perry?

Me:  I’ve only got one, at least only one I use or use consistently, not that I’m trying to be confusing Ange, but I have many facets to the one personality.  For people that don’t know me I adopted Perry because Partly always mystifies people.  For you Ange, I prefer you call me Partly.  I hope we can all keep our identities straight.

Lessing:  But, Angeline, you did work at Barton, Dustbin didn’t you?  You were a pretty good real estate lawyer there.

Ange:  I was a top real estate lawyer there.  Top.  I wrote some of the biggest deals on the East Coast and as far West as Chicago.

Me:  Ooh, that far West?

Lessing:  And you don’t remember me Angeline?

Me:  I’ll have to explain Lessing.  This bears directly on our ability to manage the police and courts.  Now listen carefully Lessing because you might have difficulty believing what you are about to hear.  You are a lawyer and I’m sure you believe the best of your legal fraternity while probably considering Merivale Adelstein to be a good lawyer and a fine man.  You are about to learn differently.  Did you ever hear of a Dr. Wormowitz?

Lessing:  No, I don’t think I know the name.

Me:  Fine.  Now, the period we’re talking about is the late seventies and the eighties here in New York.  Things were Satanic, violent, druggy and sexually insane.  Women’s liberation essentially meant that men could fuck any and all at will.  But sexual relations still had consequences.  The problem for men was how to avoid the consequences.

Merivale and his colleagues at BAAD worked out what has ‘till now the perfect plan seemingly negating any consequences.  The plan was simple.  The women could be hypnotized, indoctrinated and conditioned to be perfect sexual objects.  Party girls.  The girls could be told to remember nothing they did under hypnosis.  Thus BAAD had a cadre of partly girls handy for an afternoon delight when things got frustrating or they were emasculated in a courtroom brawl.

Of course once trained one didn’t want them drifting away so they were given exorbitant salaries to keep them at BAAD.  They were thus getting good workers and party girls for what was really a particularly good price as if they had to hire working girls for their sexual wants the price for those alone would have been far more than their ‘employees’ were being paid.  Thus, the women were actual monarch slaves although not chattel or even obvious slaves as I think you can figure out.

Wormowitz who was Jewish may or may not have been a doctor as he came over from Germany in the thirties and probably lacked any degree nevertheless was an accomplished hypnotist and from practice a fairly knowledgeable psycho-analyst.  BAAD billed him an MD and sent the girls to him as a condition of employment for a physical.  It was he who hypnotized them and began their indoctrination and conditioning.

Ange was one of those monarch slaves.  When she says she doesn’t remember you it is because Angeline I was never at one of those parties; it was as Angeline II.  I hope that clears that up.

Lessing:  I’m sorry Angeline.

Ange:  It was a different time and different place and it didn’t involve me.

Me:  No.  One might say she wasn’t there.  Now Lessing, we have a list of several dozen women who were exploited by the men of BAAD.  We have a list of a couple hundred men, mostly lawyers from BAAD and some few others who might surprise you, including actually, yourself.

There is a whole litany of crimes committed by BAAD here, crimes punishable by good long spells in prison not to mention the destruction of careers and lives, nearly all of them are still alive.

This should get us enough leverage to prevent any of our people not only out of jail but not arrested in the first place.  As police everywhere have been told to stand down when Negroes, Mexicans and whatever have rioted assaulting Whites our own people have now been re-enfranchised and can do what they deem with impunity.

Ragnar:  Bravo, bravo.  We now have no worries.

Me:  Yes, Ragnar, you can turn the troops loose.

Ange:  Boy, this is one spooky place.

Me:  What?  What?  Spookier than you think.  This place was used for conclaves of the Son of Sam conspirators, the Final Judgment people.  Amazing that buildings like this are allowed to go to ruins.  Acres and Acres of what were fine grounds allowed to be overgrown.

Ragnar:  Not overgrown, returned to nature.

Lessing:  Yes, of course.  This is good news Perry.  I can certainly turn it to good effect.

Me:  I hope so.  But we’ll have to be alert for the reaction.  I’m sure Adelstein is a resourceful guy and certainly keen on the self-defense.  I’ve been set-up several times back in Oregon so I know what to look out for.  I don’t know all the tricks but they always use the same ones.  At least this time I know who I’m dealing with and have ample resources.

So, Lessing, how soon can you set them up?

Lessing:  Right away.  I’ll set up a meeting with you, Angeline and myself with Merivale so that he knows that he’s up against the wall.  I’ve got it, Perry, now can we get out of this used up asylum?  Angeline is right the place is too spooky.  I expect to be assaulted by the ghosts of lunatics all the time.

Me:  Yeah, well, the ghosts of lunatics can’t hurt you like the lunatics were going to be dealing with.

 

The conversation continued as we walked back to the car for the return trip to the ferry slip.  Lessing changed the topic as we set out.

Lessing:  There’s a meeting of the Serapion Brethren this Friday Perry, are you coming?

Me:  Yes.  Am I to pick up where I left off?

Lessing:  We prefer to have a different reader at each session, if that’s alright with you.

Me:  Perfect as a matter of fact.  Who’s up?

Lessing:  Max Savings is going to present an essay on the confiscation of the Russian art treasure by the Soviets.

Me:  Sounds great.

Ange:  What is the Serapion Brethren?

Lessing:  It’s a study group Perry and I belong to Angeline.  We meet and discuss any submerged aspect of history.

Ange:  Where did you get the name Lessing?

Lessing:  We borrowed it from a fictional group of the same name created by ETA Hoffman.  Have you read any Hoffman, Angeline?

Ange:  In college we had to read a story by Hoffman I think.  Something about an eccentric jeweler or even crazy, he hated to part with his creations so much he burgled the buyers houses and stole them back.  Creepy.

Lessing:  That one’s called Mademoiselle Scudery.

Ange:  Oh yes.  I remember now.  Are you going to leave me alone Friday night Partly?

Me:  I’ll have to Ange but as Frankie told Johnnie:  I won’t be gone very long.

Ange:  You better come back.

Me:  You and I are one Ange.  You need have no fears.  Don’t be insecure.

Ragnar:  Are you going to help us out establishing our turf Partly?

Me:  Yes.  I’ll start a magazine so we can all keep in touch and stay informed.  I’ll come down tomorrow morning to see where things stand.  But, listen Ragnar and Lessing, remember that Angeline is an accomplished lawyer and she is the key for controlling the legal end so she deserves a full share of respect.  She has things to contribute.

Where do matters rest now?

Ragnar:  We are roughed out in Aryan areas on the East Side from ninety-second down to the Bowery and across town from fifty-second to about seventieth but maybe a little higher and lower.  Madison, Park and Fifth are free passageways we have to allow.  We avoid the subways.

There have been some serious clashes and some of our guys are in the jug.  We want them out.

Me:  How is it going on the legal end Lessing?

Lessing:  With our present organization we’ve been able to keep them in Manhattan but we haven’t been able to get them out.  Angeline’s info will strengthen us greatly.  Adelstein himself is powerful and his connections can get things done.

Me:  Hmm.  Angeline can call him and have him meet her- that is at her apartment.  The rest will fall out.  You don’t have anything important doing tomorrow night do you Lessing?

Lessing:  No, I’m free.

 

By now, we were back aboard the ferry for the return trip.  Passing a newsstand I grabbed a paper.  I hadn’t been able to keep up for the last several days while tending Ange.  The news was eye popping.

Me:  My goodness.  Look at the pictures of Chicago in flames.  Is this 1871 revisted?

Lessing:  Where have you been Perry?  That mess started three days ago.

Me:  I was otherwise employed.

Ange:  Let me see that Partly.

Me:  So a major revolt has begun in Chicago?  Is this just a riot or what? 

Ragnar:  More than a riot; it’s fighting for real.  Our guys are on the alert.

Lessing:  the papers only give a hint as to what is going down.  It’s really bad.  The carnage is going to be terrible.

It started on the South side when some Blacks attacked a police station.  When reinforcements were sent the whole place erupted.  The West Side and all areas joined in.  Lines of citizens have formed around Black areas where possible.  Constant shooting across lines but apparently infra-Black areas are wars of Blacks against Blacks.  The killing is intense.

As you know there are no grocery stores across the lines so food is already short.  ‘Humanitarian’ White groups are gathering food but the problem is how to get it through the lines.  The ‘humanitarians’ are shot down as soon as they come within range….

Me:  Started three days ago!  Lordy,  bodies must really be hitting the ground .  Which reminds me, has anyone thought of securing our food supplies?

Ragnar:  How’s that?

Me?  Land deliveries can be cut off easily since the Bronx is controlled by the Negroes.  So we should secure water routes across the Hudson and East Rivers, barges or something; and also exit routes if needed.

We should block deliveries into the Moslem area to starve them out.  Turn off the gas, water and electricity.  This could get serious.  We should also raid a military base or two, Ragnar, for fire arms, ammo, grenades and grenade launchers and anti-tank devices.  Machine guns.

Obama hasn’t called out the army to suppress the Chicago insurrection  but he will do it against we Whites so it’s best to best to be prepared.

There’s a bright spot here though-- the Stock Market is up a hundred twenty points, we can still pay the rent.

Lessing:  How long is that going to last, I wonder.

Me:  Quite a while I suspect, Lessing.  The Negro concentrations are all in our major cities fairly tightly confined.  Of all we useless feeders the Negroes are the most useless of all.  There is no economy in those areas to disrupt.  So life can function fairly normally outside those areas.

Even during WWII people fought desperately to go on normally.  You would think something like publishing would stop but, I more or less collect books published during WWII, publishing went on close to normal.  Almost hadn’t skipped a beat as things resumed immediately right after the war.

So, there may not be a serious reduction of means outside the Negro cities.

Lessing:  You may be right.  I’ll have to consider things in that light.

Me:  Accentuate the positive, Lessing, accentuate the positive.

Ange:  I had no idea you had such a grim sense of humor, Partly.

Me:  You should have been in the orphanage with us Angelina.  I had my early training for this there.  I’ve been ready for the worst all my life.

Ah well, here we are, Keep your cell phone on Lessing.  I’m going to try to set something up for tomorrow.

Drop us off on the way to Lessing’s, Ragnar.  We’ll need you tomorrow.

 

I won’t say Chicago was a surprise.  First the collection of the Rebbes and then an insurrection in Chicago.   I suppose Obama was surprised at it as we’ve fought back.  Well, you know you can only push so hard and then the hot heads take over.  We were into it now.  Things should really escalate rapidly.  I hope we can keep order within our areas here in New York City.  We can’t let law deteriorate but from now on it is our law, not Negro law, Shariia or Jewish law, but our law.

 

Me:  Sweetheart, it’s time we put our plan in action.

Ange:  I’m ready Dearest Partly.

Me:  Alright.  Call Adelstein and invite him over to your condo tomorrow night, seven o’ clock.  I’ll call Lessing to be present and I think it would be wise to have Ragnar along.  I have conditioned your other mind upon the signal to attack Adelstein with all your fury.  I have instructed Ange II to desist at a voice command.  You, as Ange I, know it too.

I will allow you to punish him as severely as possible but as we need him for our plans you’ll stop short of murder.  Besides dead he wouldn’t suffer the humiliation he will have to.  The difference between your unearned humiliation  and his is that he’ll be conscious of it.  So, tomorrow is The Day.

I’m going to go cook something to eat while you call Adelstein.

 

Our preparations are in place.  The morrow will find us waiting for the appearance of Adelstein at Angeline’s.

Lessing, Ragnar and myself waited in the kitchen as the doorbell sounded.  This was a big moment for Angeline while curiously it was a big moment for me.  As Ange represented my own Anima in Ange’s getting her revenge, through her I was getting a little of mine back too.  Along with a very large minority of the country’s population I hated lawyers.  I saw them as the very scum of the earth.

I knew the type from high school.  Nearly everyone I detested had become a lawyer.  Curiously enough the detestation was mutual, they scorned me as I loathed them.  Peculiar circumstances from my childhood prevented me from hating anyone but if I had been able to hate I would have hated them heartily.

I was able to avoid contact with lawyers until I got into business in Oregon.  When you’re in business you’re a target; it becomes unavoidable that you will become very familiar with lawyers, the extortionate bastards.

It was then when I was drawn into the system that I became aware of what kind of men- and women- lawyers are.  I would say a full half of them are full blown psychotics of which Adelstein was a prime example, they and the rest of them look upon law as a racket in which you extort money from simpletons who they make sure have no defense.

If it is thought I think of lawyers as criminals that is correct.  They are the third part of the criminal system, sometimes erroneously referred to as the justice system.  They are base men and women armed to the teeth.  Way off back at the beginning of the nineteenth century, when a group of working men called the IWW, Industrial Workers of the World, nicknamed the Wobblies, were resisting the inhumane working conditions in the woods, logging that is, they naturally clashed with the police and law.  The lawyers of Portland Oregon all swore a mighty oath never to give legal assistance to a Wobbly.  This was of course in violation of the Constitution of the United States or, in fact, the Law.  Nevertheless no Portland lawyer ever defended a Wobbly in Court.

Now, a mid-century counterpart of the Wobblies were the people called Hippies.  As latter day Wobblies we were placed outside the law.  No hippy was ever given a defense although hypocritical lawyers took the money and then negotiated the lowest sentence the accused would get.  This isn’t the place to get into it but let’s just say a lot of people who should have been in jail were immune to charges if you get me.

I had started a record store and I did very well.  At that time in the late Sixties marijuana, the chief offender in the popular mind, was spreading into the middle classes.  Marijuana and drugs were associated with record stores ipso facto.  As a store owner I was also characterized as a drug dealer and much worse.  As such I was denied any services such as insurance while I was barely able to get electricity and was able to clear the streets as people moved aside to avoid possible contact.

I survived all efforts to shut me down, was forced to move the store several times as agreements were broken, with no recourse.  I was forced to walk a very narrow line as any deviation from the very straightest and narrowest would have landed me in court where lawyers were sworn to not represent me unless to turn the trial into a kangaroo court.

This violated everything about America I had been conditioned to believe.  Many ridiculous petty charges were brought against me, some of which no lawyer would handle but some of which landed me in court where I was compelled to pay a lawyer for essentially lynching me.  In one case I had merely opened my mouth to protest when the judge looked at me sternly and bawled:  One more word out of you and I’ll have you for contempt of court.  And he would have too.  I had to sit quietly while my fate was pronounced.  It only involved a trifling fine in the case but my hatred for lawyers and judges was set in stone.  Now, not only would Judge Adelstein pay a big ‘fine’ to Angeline but I was going to get mine back in a big way.

As may be imagined when Lessing, Ragnar and I emerged from the kitchen area into the living room Adelstein was non-plussed. Looking first at Lessing, who he knew very well, then at Ragnar, then at me he exclaimed:  ‘You’re the fellow I challenged outside the door a week or so ago.  What’s going on here Lessing?  What do you have to with him?  Who is he?’

Lessing:  He’s an acquaintance Merivale.  As you know recent political developments have been quite startling.  There are racial disturbances all across the country while here in the city racial territories have formed with our Whites staking our claim for mid-island.  So far the authorities haven’t understood.  They are disputing our claims while Negro and Moslem claims have been accepted.

Our people are being arrested while theirs haven’t.  We’re asking you to balance equity.  We want our boys released and to remain unmolested.  As a believer in fairness and justice may we count on you to act in our interests?

Adelstein:  Why those people to whom you refer are White Supremacists.  There will never be peace until Whiteness is removed from the face of the earth.  Why those White Supremacists are even expelling Jews from mid-city.

Ragnar:  They aren’t being expelled; they’re leaving on their own.  We don’t have anything to do with it.

Adelstein:  Nonsense, there will never be peace until Whiteness is removed from the earth.

 

Here Ange, Ragnar, Lessing and myself made scoffing noises.

 

Lessing:  I was hoping you wouldn’t force our hand Merivale.

Adelstein:  I will absolutely not release any White Supremacists.  What do you mean by force my hand?

Seeing the futility of arguing with Adelstein at that point I gave my ear a tug.

It is difficult for me to describe this but Ange caught my signal only from the corner of her eye as she was staring fixedly at Adelstein.  It seemed like the air exploded with the fury of her response.  I don’t know if I actually was but I felt like I was knocked back on my heels.

Adelstein had no time to anticipate Ange’s assault.  She leaped like a tigress with a piercing shriek on him simultaneously raking both sides of his face with her nails from temple to chin while knocking him to the floor.  She leaped on his chest in the most undignified manner on her knees pummeling with triple strength at his face.  I’m sure his nose went at the first blow.

Hitting and scratching the white carpet began turning red beneath his head as the blood flowed copiously.  Damn, I thought, we probably will never get the rug clean, have to buy a new carpet.

Just then Adelstein shrieked:  My eye, my eye.  Ange had only caught him by the corner so no real damage but as his nose was wobbling right left and back again I thought it best to call Ange off before she killed the bastard.  Not that I objected but dead he would be no use to us while a murder trial might make us look bad.

‘Enough’ Ange’ I cried hoping she would remember to respond to my voice command while I was trying to maneuver to where she could see me tugging at my left ear.  Fortunately she responded to voice command backing away spitting and snarling, shouting epithets at the bastard.  She was terrific; how I loved her. 

Having been abused by Adelstein and his band since she was twenty-five you may be sure she had pent up resentments probably conscious in both identities.  How I admired her but how ashamed I was that I had to make her appear so unladylike.  Still for her mental comfort she needed that revenge.

Merivale was rolling around on the floor screaming ‘My eye, my eye’ when there was really nothing very much wrong with it, just a small tear at the corner of the lid.  He should have been shouting my nose, my nose; he was going to have a hell of a time explaining those shiners.

I asked Ragnar to set him on his feet so we could get on with it.  Ragnar grabbed him at the shirt front and like a feather pulled him up and stood him on his brogans.  Boy, I hated those shoes.  What evil memories of guys walking around in those shoes I had from my young manhood.  I’d always been the loafer type.

Me:  Calm down, calm down Adelstein, it’s not that bad and we have business to discuss

Adelstein:  (ignoring or not hearing me)  What the fuck’s the matter with you bitch?

Me: Now, now Adelstein I can’t tolerate being called a bitch.

Adelstein:  Not you ass, her.

In her own persona, the violence of her acts must have melded both personas.  Ange actually spit in his face calling him a eunuch and bastard.  Eunuch?  Hmm, well maybe that was the ultimate insult in Ange’s situation.  I hate spitting and I really hate to see women spit especially Ange as she was such an integral part of me.  It was as though I spit.

Between the two then the air resonated lightning with seeming thunder rolls for several minutes.  I became aware of myself breathing hard when Lessing made a pass with his hand in the air between Ange and Merivale that seemed to calm the storm.  Until as coming from afar could be heard his voice soothing:  ‘Calm down, Merivale, calm down.  We have to explain our terms to you.  Listen, listen.’

I had to laugh to myself when he told Adelstein to calm down while Ange was still fuming at him, making threatening moves at him even in her own persona.  I moved over, put my arms around her and tried to comfort her.  A little petting and she sank into my arms against me suddenly exhausted, relieved, but exhausted.

I suppose Adelstein must have been almost in shock as he was bleeding from deep scratches all over his face.  Ragnar grabbed a roll of toilet paper and threw it to him.  The paper brought him around some as he dabbed his face wincing as he brushed his nose.  I don’t know how much pleasure Ange got from his agony oh, but it did my heart good as I silently laughed deep within my breast.

Agonized needless to say Adelstein dabbed until recovering his wits sufficiently he turned his face toward Lessing and asked:  ‘What the fuck arrangements are you talking about Farquhar?’  This was my cue.

Me:  We want your cooperation and assistance Judge in the freeing of any of our men arrested at the first hearing and your cooperation in preventing charges from being brought.

Adelstein:  Never.  Those men you refer to are White Supremacists and deserve the worst they can get.  White Supremacism has to be wiped out.

Lessing:  Take a moment Merivale.  Take a moment and think.  The list of charges that can be brought against your firm, your colleagues and yourself will likely fill pages.  These women have been treated criminally; they were essentially slaves without a will of their own.  They couldn’t say no.  As you know Merivale the prejudice of the Court is always in the woman’s favor; you don’t have a chance.

From the moment of filing charges, that I have already written up, the reputation of you and your firm will be destroyed.  You personally will be thrown out of your clubs.  Restaurants will refuse to serve you.  You’ll never eat lunch in this town again.  The charges are heavy charges in multiple counts.  White slavery charges alone could get net you two or three life sentences.  I could list more but do you really want to risk the penalties by refusing our very reasonable requests.

 

Adelstein was still dabbing at his bloody face while in real agony over his nose and eye.  Now Lessing threw real fear into him; we had irrefutable evidence, damning evidence.  We waited patiently as Adelstein dabbed.

Adelstein:  Alright.  I’ll apply whatever influence I can.

Me:  Not good enough we don’t want you to apply pressure, we want results now.

Adelstein:  I’m only a judge, Federal not State or City.  I have jurisdictional limits.

Lessing:  Stop it, Merivale.  You know your influence is distributed throughout the system.  Your word alone can advance or stop any career.  Perry is right.  Either you do it or we file.  I already have the papers drawn up.  We have pages and pages of offenses; don’t be a fool Merivale.  You’ve a wife and kids.

Adelstein:  I never thought you…oh, alright I’ll issue instructions not to book your people too.

Me:  Today.  We want our men out.

Adelstein:  My G-d man, can’t you see I’m in agony.  For G-d’s sake get me to a hospital.

Ange:  Your god doesn’t exist.  No, you bastard.  You get your own self to the hospital.  Suffer, suffer, suffer.  I hate you, you bastard.  I hate every time you touched me.  I hat the very sight of you.  Get out of my condo!  Now!

 

Adelstein was suffering but I couldn’t feel sorry for him.  I was almost sorry I called Angeline off but I couldn’t let her kill him.  He staggered out the door.

 

Ragnar:  Nice work, Miss Gower.  Do you think he will get our boys out Mr. Farquhar?

Lessing:  Yes I do.  He’ll have to have his injuries doctored today but I’ll call him in the morning to prompt him.  You can tell your men they’re safe from the Courts; I won’t call it the law.  We’re into this new phase of warfare where words are being redefined.

Me:  I have an appointment at James Carter in a couple days so I should have an account from Goldbladder.

There should be a renewed attempt to penetrate our ranks Ragnar.  Keep a sharp lookout.  Adelstein may have to comply but he won’t take this lying down.  They’re wily fellows; remember the Amalekites.

All three:  Remember the Amalekites?  What’s that supposed to mean?

Me:  Oh, when the Hebrews were on their way to the Promised Land from Egypt they asked the Amalekites for permission to cross their territory rather than take the long way around.  The Amalekites refused.  The Hebrews took the refusal as an injury and didn’t forget so decades later after they had consolidated their power they returned to exterminate the Amalekites root and branch as the Bible tells it.

Today was a declaration of war between the Jews and us.  They will come at us any way they can, they won’t let up, they won’t forget.  It will be and already is a war of extermination; I don’t know how long things will take to develop but don’t forget the Amalekites.

Ange:  You know this and you’re still going to James Carter?

Me:  They won’t do anything direct at this time Ange.  They’ll want to shift the guilt to us.  Meanwhile hopefully we’ll get more info from them than they get from me.  Abe and I are almost buddies anyway. 

Ragnar:  I don’t think so.

Me:  That was joke, Ragnar, that was a joke.  Don’t be so literal.

 

Ange and I were talking over soup and a glass of white wine, a Riesling.

Me:  Well, Ange, you have had your revenge, how was it?

Ange:  Good but not as good as I expected but now I’m having hallucinations.

Me:  Yes.  What kind.

Ange:  It’s like I can see over a wall or maybe through those glass blocks. Terrifying visions. I’m afraid.

Me:  Don’t be afraid; you can’t be hurt.  I’ve been trying to break down the division between your two identities and unify them into one so that you have your whole life and no dark spaces.  Maybe your encounter with Adelstein opened the way a little.  Don’t fight it but let the barriers fall.  The first rush may overwhelm your senses but just remember they are only memories.

Ange:  Oh, but, Partly, what must you think of me?  I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore.

Me:  Of course I’ll always love you Ange, you are half of me.  Hera will welcome you as redeemed; you are her cherished daughter.  As her priest I rejoice in your recovery.

You must understand Ange that you are innocent of any guilt and as such you need have no shame although possibly regrets.  And I am here to truly love you.

I am familiar with your situation myself.  It has taken me decades Ange to realize I was under a post hypnotic suggestion, a hypnotic spell from the second grade to perhaps seventy years of age although to a weakening degree.  The reasons for my behavior have only been known to me for a few years.  It was only when I came to understand hypnosis and hypnotic suggestion that I understood.

In kindergarten, 1943, some Negro kids were let in school to the great resentment of parents and hence their kids.  On the first day, at recess, they were told to sit on the sandbox and not move.  I was already an outcast because of things that happened in my neighborhood so I objected to their treatment and offered to help them fight for their rights.  They refused and that left me hanging out.  It was late in the year so I was told that they would get me next year.

They had to wait for the second grade as I was transferred to a different school in the first grade.  At recess they were waiting for me.  About twelve boys and girls of the elite formed a semi-circle around me and glared hatred at me while Morford berated me on my sin.  Then I was told to stand on one foot for the duration of recess which I did.  Then I was told to put my foot down and that I was their nigger now.

In a state of terror with all defenses down I was actually hypnotized although they may or may not have been aware of it, their parents that is, and the post-hypnotic suggestion that I was their nigger mirroring the Negro kids sitting on the sand box, was implanted so that in similar situations I had no resistance and did what nearly anyone told me to do mirroring standing on one foot.

This went on all my life even after integrating my personality at forty-two until I could recognize and reject my post-hypnotic suggestion in my early seventies.  So, Honey, I understand completely.  My Anima was destroyed at that time also but now that I have found you, I’m complete.  You are me; I am you.  I rejoice that you’re recovering.

But now you must be especially wary.  When Adelstein recovers he will come to avenge your assault.  His kind never acknowledge their crimes but only resent the revenges.  So tomorrow night I have to attend the New Serapions and under no circumstances are you to answer the door.  If the fire alarm goes off ignore it there will be no fire.  I will call a couple times to reassure you and will call from the lobby on the way up.  Is that clear?

Ange:  Yes, darling Partly.  I won’t open the door no matter what.  I will call you if anything happens.

Me:  Exactly, Ange, my darling girl.

And so, here I am sitting in Lessing’s living room.

 

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