When I took over in 1963 I considered many options. I chose to govern by shadows. I rule with an understanding of cause and effect. Because my personallity is withdrawn, cold and uncaring, and I do not like to go out, meet people, get involved, kill them, I stay home and rule by constructing thoughts.
From the tiny acorn grows the mighty oak. I noticed that riots and Loveins both started with a single idea, cheap for Me to produce, and easy to plant. What I did not like, I did not struggle against, for opposition tends to organize. Instead I thought about what would naturally replace it, and planted seeds.
Being only a shadow, I am hard to oppose, yet I can direct major forces into confronting each other. Seeing little but ground apes playing follow the leader, it was easy. The world was very structured then, Church and State on one side, godless Reds on the other, and I did have my fun.
Senseing the frustration beneath the surface, I quitely preached aspie doctrine. Nothing strong, just, All the powers that be, want you to become their slave, for they cannot live without you, but it is your life, and why should you give everything to a dead philosopy from the past, when there are new worlds waiting for you? Business, religion, government, military, are like making friends by running them down with a car, you will get some, but they wont be of much use.
My first strike was having my enemies fight each other, my second splitting their groups into fragments. I was in New York, in the Village. I used to get totally bombed on coffee, which I still abuse, and go into an aspie rant. My mentor, the greatest thinker of last century, lead the way. Grocho Marks is the deepest mind I ever met. Humor is an untapped power. Not only can forbidden things be said, but they slip through the filters and take root.
It was a crossing place of all worlds, so none set the tone, a place for the new and experimental. It was an open mike kind of world, and I, being an alien, fit in. With enough coffee I can rant on most subjects, and explore their range. I may not have the answer, in truth, there are none, but I can put the subject on the table. Being from the far south, any farther would take gills, people wanted to hear my opinions. They had heard about the south, and being naturally superior northerners, but even more important New Yorkers, they knew all about the mountains of Louisiana, but could not understand why I did not have a West Virginia accent.
One night there was a group from Harlem, you could always tell, they had friends. So six of them had invaded the white village, they were slumming. Being New York, there were Jews, and they following their age old religion, tried to start a fight between me, and the Harlem group, by asking me the southern opinion of Africans.
Tension is the percurser of humor, laughter is stress relief. Not much was know about Africans back then. My rant started slowly, I added to the tension, I think I started with they are southerners, you can tell because they are uneducated, narrow minded, and proud of it, their natural role is to serve the white man, when Booker T. washington invented Bakelite, and created the plastics industry, he did it because a white man told him to. When George Washington Carver made thousands of things from peanuts, it was because a white man had stolen those peanuts from Native Americans hundreds of years before. When McCoy invented the automatic oiler for railroads, only white people were allowed to ride, white people owned the railroads, had for a hundred years, and they made him think of it.
Once started I went on and on, aspie you know, through W.E.B. DuBois, the crystalzation of suger, Marcus Garvy, and proved beyound a doubt that everything Africans did was because white people wanted them to. As I finally ran down I said I would have nothing to do with them personally, except for music, and when white people learn to cook cornbread, greens, ribs with soul, I will quit eating in African places. I pointed out they were a corrupting influence in our white world, look what they did to Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, and many others, you could hardly think those boys were white anymore!
After I ran down, I went to the Harlem table to ask if they knew a good place to eat, and Malcom, Stoky, Martin, said I was the crazyist white man they ever heard. Afiricans are honest and clear spoken, being the simple children they are, I pointed out that I am not, I may look it, but my male line is pure Lenni Lanape. Simple and easly lead, they went home and got some books, and started ranting to other Africans, as they say in New Orleans, white people exist so Africans will have someone to steal from.
See what can be done with six mugs of coffee.
Another time I did the same, but this time the subject was women. It had something to do with them being inferior, that only beatings and rape, starting when they were children, could straighten them out, put them in their rightful place, barefoot and pregnant, chained to a cook stove. After all, when Adam found he could not live on his own, God created a slave for him. It is God's Will that women be slaves to men, and putting them in their place is God's work! After I ran down, a young woman said she did not know weather she wanted to kill me, or kiss me, I offered a third option, and we left together.
Just a rant here and there, seeds planted, look upon my forest.
Ah! the 60s, I have done a lot since then, too much to post, but it is all going well. IT took a lot longer, but we are here, if not accepted, aspies are tolerated, so my plan can move forward.
Most of what I see here is mindless babbling, but there is gold in the gravel. I do gain new goals, insights, and soon the whole world will be connected, minds by Alex, and bodies by fuel cell powered Routemasters, red of course.
24 Feb 2007, 9:25 pm
