Words, Words, Words!

Walking to my bus stop today, where I would enter onto the 66 Metro route home, I passed an interesting band of twenty-somethings heralding their political king, Lyndon H. LaRouche, Jr. I stopped and listened, interested.

As I stood for a moment, gazing into their rhetoric and zeal with a curious ear, I considered my need to hurry if I was still to make a stop at the nearest Hair Masters for a quick trim. After all, I have been feeling quite under the weather, which is the reason I left the church a couple of hours early in the first place.

"Hey there! Do you know what the difference is between Harry Whittington and Monica Lewinski???"

"Well... no, I don't suppose I do," I smirked with a guilty anticipation.

The perverse bit of wit made a convenient segueway into a well-rehearsed spiel about economic destruction, fascism, FDR and The New Deal, the Promethean principle, Aristotle's conception of power, and the evils of the capital-driven economic edifice of the Western world versus the hope of creative progress through the re-animation of the world's economy via the Vernadsky Remedy and a sufficient application of the deep learnings we find in classical Greek tragedy such as Julius Caesar.

After being handed a (free) pamphlet (that requested a "suggested donation of $5.00"), I shared a bit about my work with elementary children at the Presbyterian church just a block away. The conversation turned here toward Fritjof Capra, there toward Paul Tillich and his psychologist friend Rollo May, and I was asked to take a book entitled, Earth's Next Fifty Years by their political hero, Lyndon LaRouche.

"No thanks. I better not. You need to be able to sell those." (The book's cover requested a $20.00 contribution.)

"It says 'suggested contribution.' If you're not able to contribute, at least we're dispersing these ideas. If you can read Tillich, you should be able to handle this..."

I will have you know that, despite the appeal of many of their spoken words (with the exception of the unnecessarily crude and misleading propoganda that serves as their conversational 'hook'), I am now officially ready to sit on the couch and watch some Olympic action rather than continuing to read about how "This physiocratic delusion, of Quesnay, Turgot, and the Adam Smith who plagarized them both, is the underlying assumption of both current fads of 'environmentalism,' globalization, and virtual slave-labor practices of the IMF/World Bank dominated international monetary-financial system today" and how "The present world crisis, is principally an outgrowth of the manipulations of the systemic relations among the world's nations as a whole, chiefly through the control exerted by the mechanisms of Liberalism currently axiomatically hegemonic among the components that predatory financier-oligarchical imperium which reigns today."

I appreciated their intentions against oppression and toward humanitarian progress, but I will leave such campaigns to the likes of them and the proverbial Aaron O'Kelley's of their world. Have it out fellas, and I'll be sure to benefit from your struggles and your words.

I am tired, politically unsavvy, and require green tea and the clarity of Lewis' "weight of glory" to heal me of the heaviness of both confusion and an untimely interest in some new-fangled doctrine of liberation. Karla will be home to keep my company in less than two hours. In the meantime, curling anyone?