twenty two days away from computers and most of life's more media-technological amassments. some of it on the road for a couple of thousand miles and the rest locked away in a media free space yet filled with some of the most advanced alchemical technology i have seen yet. pretty amazing and cool what people have been doing in their efforts to get at the core of the spiritual connective properties of plants.
which brings me to DeLay. here is a manboy who is the ultimate national bully. he lies, deceives, cheats, defrauds, corrupts, harrasses, manipulates and all else purely for the sake of doing it. it is pretty apparent he doesn't even have much of an agenda in terms of what he wants to do except manifest as much political power as he can and make himself as economically secure as he can as quickly as he can. he clearly figures that the election results have given him the green light to even push his immoral agenda further into the very edges of gross indecency. if ever there was someone who really needed to experience the connection with entheogenic alkaloids it is texas tom.
now in a beauteous moment of dissonant reality, a rather complete disconnect from the realms of the more consensual forms that most of us share, this single immoral being has told the world that he fully intends to only get more so. i have to believe he is hugely jealous of W and would like so very much to be able to be more like the Sun King himself. but he can't do this alone, and he really needs the cooperation of others. well not exactly cooperation, that isn't the right word. he coerces all those around him to do his bidding. he does this through the same mechanism an old friend of mine used back in the way back machine with peabody and sherman.
this guy was old, old even then. he was one of those truly historic great CA lawyers of the 30's through the 70's; there were a few whose names were synonymous with, well, corruption and manipulation and economies and politics. someone had to protect the scions of the rich and super powerful, the next generations of the railroad barons and the large scale construction corps and the various "machines" well this guy was one of them. he could fix anything with any judge all over the state, and pretty much any where he needed to do so around the world. he would get calls from certain immoral, poor behaving little rich boys and girls stuck in some principality or codicile that they needed to get out of and he would fly there to do the deeds. BUT... ahh yes there is always a BUT isn't there..
in exchange for this ability, which, in a certain moment of drug induced weakness he shared with me the causal nature of--he literally knew all the secrets--he demanded to be free to embrace his own vices without interference. and these were pretty twisted ones. he liked little girls, mostly between the ages of 7 and 15. and he had so very much money, and power and sheer audacious will that he could sit on a beach exposing himself to them, get harrassed by a mother, convince her that it was in her best interest to name a price and if she really understood what was best, then she and her little girl could join him on a cruise or a flight to some far off wondrous rendezvous. he pulled this off so many times it was truly unbelievable. drugs were delivered from all over the planet, the best that could be found. his wine cellar stocked with vintages that people today are paying hundreds and thousands of dollars for. he and i could drink a bottle of 18 year old single malt lost island scotch in a sitting and enjoy every single sip.
he taught me a whole lot about corruption at the highest levels. he showed me that hollywood was infinitely more corrupt than national politics and this included the various machinations and hideous immoral escapades of nixon et al. hell, even agnew's connection with the CIA/Mafia shipping heroin back in the body bags of dead vietnam troops paled in comparison. Hollywood thrived on the necessary power of deceipt and corrupting influence of great wealth. remember kennedy came to marilyn and the west coast to get his. las vegas started in LA, joe bonanno and all the other mobsters controlled most of the illegal movement of commodities that were the essential part of happy hollywood types. what do you imagine happens at all those VIP clubs in LA LA land late at night. do you think cops have the power to care how much cocaine and smack gets exchanged, how many young nubiles get raped, how much it costs to create a performance piece of sin and decadence? throw away money and you begin to get the idea.
BUT good old Texas Tom, he ain't in that league. Bush ain't either. Kerry's wife maybe, but they are so east coast compared with the entrenched "nobility" of tinseltown. where do you suppose the billions of dollars in the porn industry goes--of course to certain producers in LALA. very very wealthy ones. Who pays rappers and pop stars and athletes millions and millions of dollars? the billionaires that own it all. And they don't really care one iota for little tom or dick or W or any of them. it don't make a difference to them. Tom is insanely jealous of that, the sheer capability of being not immoral but totally amoral. he doesn't get it so in his idiiotic mimicry he act immoral. and that is a major national tragedy. There are only something like 500 billionaires out there in the US, lots of them in LALA land when you take out the Waltons and the other old money. the rest are deeply immersed in media and entertainment and production of memes and monads. and tom, well all he has is texas and a little old corrupt bully instinct to make up realities as he goes along, begging the world to pay attention to him.
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