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I was a participant of the Cold War having devoted my entire adult life from my 20th year to the end of the Cold War and the more dangerous post-Cold War era. My motivation was purely ideological. Unlike many others who profited in one way or another as a result of their participation in the politics of the Cold War, I did not benefit financially from the war -- in fact, I spent money out of my own pocket to keep in the war as an active participant. Long after many of these "mercenary" types are long forgotten, my memory will endure as long as readers of the Cold War history & heroes of the Western World exist.

I authored and published two humorous political novels since the end of that conflict. If you are interested in the workings of politics—especially if you are a politician yourself—my novels are in the same category of “must reading” as 1984 by Orwell and The Prince [I must confess that I never read The Prince, reason being that this work represented Nicocolo Machiavelli’s rough draft of his refined work on the working of politics, The Discourses, and I didn’t want to confuse my mind with any loose ends, when I studied The Discourses.]. The story lines of my novels are original and not the run-of-the-mill stale plots that just about all other novelists use. I have dressed the characters in my novels in the cloths of politicals, who would receive the least sympathy, but at the same time tell the story of what politics is really all about. Also, I would like to note there that my first novel really represents ten different books under one cover. Since the first edition was self-published and I had to foot the entire printing bill, so I condensed each book into one chapter. Each story in the chapter could stand by itself as either a separate book or play. I am presently seeking someone in the movie and/or theatre play industry ready for a script for movie production based on my first novel. My works are written in the style of a novel, but I believe that it would not take much to re-write in a "movie script" format. The title of my first humorous political novel is Cornucopia of Fools: "50,000 Flags for the Ayatollah" & Other Stories on the American Radical Right-Wing [240 pages [more-or-less--still editing the ms for the upcoming edition], hardback edition] (Copyright © 1998).

My second novel is entitled, The Surreptitious Pen of ""Series Editor: Herr Doctor Professor SS-Obergruppenfuehrer Dick Armee, (M.A., PHD.(CANTB)"" [You would have to read the first chapter which sets the tempo of the novel to see the humor in the double quotes in the title of the book.] (Copyright © 1998). I am available as a speaker.

I have a generous sample of the text of my first novel consisting of "Author's Foreword," descriptions of the "Major Characters," "Minor Characters," and Chapter One, entitled, "The Devil's Genetic Soup" [the shortest chapter consisting of three pages, which sets the tempo of the novel] and the first couple of pages from Chapter II, entitled, "50,000 Flags..." on my site here at myspace. Anyone interested in the second revised edition which will be out when finances are sufficient to do so, you may contact me at my “myspace” mailing address and note in the subject section: Cornucopia book. I would deeply appreciate it if you would tell all your friends who are interested in either politics or just good reading of my novel.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Originally my pen name of choice was “Cicero Populos.” An event emerged that informed me that someone knew the born identity of the Cornucopia novel. Since my cover pen name “Cicero Populos” [a pen name having a triple meaning too complicated to explain here at the moment: Cicero of the People] was blown, I felt that I needed another pen name, also with a triple meaning. As a result I re-thought my pen name; and decided on “The Nameless Soldier [of the Cold War]” as an appropriate literary name.

I was reluctant to get involved in politics. I felt at the time that, “what did I have to offer?” I was willing to start at square one and take it from there. I entered the Cold War at the lowest rung of the political ladder as a complete unknown. By the end of the Cold War, my name was known world-wide. My name was on a watch list that the various Communist countries used to screen visitors to be arrested if I ever entered their country. Now & then during the Cold War one would read news of a tourist, who was accused of being a 'spy' by some unfortunate who was unaware of the watch list that the Communist use to trap politicals they did not agree with. A price was put on my head by the enemies of Western civilization--an honor of great note--it should be mention here that no such 'bounty' was ever establish on any agent of the FBI or CIA. Reason being, is that it is believed that such a thing would be counter productive & that when all is said & done a FBI or CIA agent would more than likely sell out the country to the enemies of the Western world. I was an influential player in the information propaganda war that had a major impact in the politics of the Cold War. My goal was to convert people by the printed word with well thought-out propaganda. I felt that only ideas and/or values voluntarily held is more valuable than imposing a rule over people by force of arms—the sort of quickie solution that I saw recently on a military bumper sticker: “When it absolutely, positively has to be destroyed overnight.”

I had a diplomatic passport working with INTELSAT at the time when INTELSAT’s telecommunications was responsible for ending the Cold War. When the coup was announced in the Soviet Union that Gorbachev was out and new leaders install, President George Bush’s first response was that a coup happened in the USSR, but life goes on. Unknown to the coup conspirators Gorbachev had a cell phone for such an emergency that President Reagan gave him. From Gorbachev’s house arrest he transmitted a call to Finland which relayed the call to President Bush via INTELSAT. Bush was on the spot then. Gorbachev told Bush that there has been a coup and if Bush did not denounce it and refuse to do business with the coup leaders, all the reformers would be killed. Bush reversed his first stand and made the announcement that he didn’t recognize the illegal seizure of power in the Soviet Union and shortly after this, the coup failed. If it were not for this critical relay of Gorbachev’s cell call via INTELSAT—the Cold War would not have ended.

Needless to say even though the West won the Cold War by default--they failed to capitalize on this 'victory' politically. Instead of giving the lands of the former Soviet Union that threw off Communist rule with Western assistance until they established a stable political & economic footing--the United States of America failed to capitalize on this lost opportunity.

I would have handled such a political opportunity very differently -- my plan would have neutralized the possibliity of a future hostile Russia & Independent States by giving whatever food & other help they needed until the political & economic system stabilized & they could recover from the long misrule of Communist policies.

To be fair here one must keep in mind that the Federal Government of the United States can win shooting but not political solutions that a reasonable person would call positive.

When the Soviet Union went out of business I told my comrades at INTELSAT that there would be more crying over the demise of the USSR at the U.S. State Department and the Pentagon (their careers depended on the on-going politics of the Cold War.) than in the Kremlin as the Communists exited power.

I was the only professional revolutionary with many years of experience in the field which use to get me in a lot of trouble at INTELSAT, i.e, one occasion when I raked the failed policies of the Federal Government over the coals regarding the Government’s political and ideological shortcomings—the State Department representatives took offense at my assessment of the questionable and treasonous policies of the Federal Government [one could author a seemingly endless library on the theme that the Federal Government is the world’s best example of {for lack of a proper terminology, I call this:} “the Apple-Dumpling Gang” syndrome]. The next day my Division was informed that we are only to partake of the refreshments between the breaks when conferences are being held that we supported; and not take part in any conversations at the refreshment table.

At first glance politics seems like one would not necessarily even require a three-digit IQ to be in the top echelons of political power that qualifies to have one’s mug shot displayed on the front cover of news magazines. One of the reasons of such a negative impression--at least with those of you who are familiar with the corruption and incompetence of the CIA, i.e., in a recent personal account (SPY HANDLER: MEMOIR OF A KGB OFFICER) by the now retired KGB general, Victor Cherhashin, who recruited the CIA traitor, Alrich Ames--the KGB general asked Ames why he wanted to offer his services to the Soviet Union. Ames replied in typical CIA fashion, "I love my country, but I need the money." If one were to write a script for an episode of the popular comic series on TV, The Simpsons where Homer Simpson was responsible as the gatekeeper for the secrets for the security of the United States, it would be really hard to come up with a better line. As we know truth is stranger than fiction. One also must realize that unlike the other countries of the world, Americans really have a problem when dealing realistically with traitors. Instead of a public trial and a public hanging for traitors, these creatures are let off with much less punishment--including being allowed to keep their government pensions!! Also, since most of these government agencies, like the CIA and law enforcement agencies do not properly have an independent entity to investigate legitimate complaints of corruption and treason--these agencies more or less have evolved into a 'meal ticket' for these government employees who sell out our country.

In a nut shell, the best analogy of a career in politics is like the new man—taking over from the retiring High Priest in the position of “Greeter of the Sun” [unsure as of this writing what the correct title is] in the ancient Mayan civilization whose job is to magically make the Sun rise every morning and thus insure the continuing prosperity of his people. The night before his first day on the job, he thinks to himself, that he has the easiest job in the empire: his sole responsibility is just ensuring that the Sun rises every morning—“I can do this.” [It is much the same even in modern day politics—there are forces that reads like a worse case scenario of deitrologia that seem to conspire to ruin your career.]

Half way around the world there is a humongous volcanic eruption in Southeast Asia in the 11th century which directly sends volcanic ash and debri directly into the atmosphere. The result is so massive that the Sun’s rays are blocked out for nearly 20 years. First day on the job for our Mayan “Greeter of the Sun” to make the Sun come up for the day; and all he sees is darkness—the ash cloud around the world has affected his area and the rays of the Sun do not penetrate the ash barrier. Somehow he manages to hold on to his job and on the last day on the job 20 years down the road he dies. The High Priest next in line as “Greeter of the Sun” takes over to try his luck the following morning. As luck would have it the ash cloud that encircled the Earth for so long has relinquished its grip and the rays of the Sun appear.

Everyone in the empire was convinced that the new "Greeter of the Sun" is doing a great job and that the guy before him was the worst "Greeter of the Sun" in the history of the empire.

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P.S.P.S.: I have received inquiries regarding the message of my humorous political novel. In short, even if one is totally uninformed of Right-Wing politics--after reading the first novel you will know basically how it operates. I have clothe the novel's characters with politicals who live on the knife's edge of politics, thus politicals who would have the least sympathy of the public. I could have based my novel on the political left, but did not because I felt that I was more familiar with the politics and history of the right-wing and therefore doing a novel with leftist politicals would read a bit stilted. My novels are the sort of reading that would make good study for anyone getting into politics and that a serious student of history/politics would value the information in my novels like the master of politics N.M.
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From:

Cornucopia of Fools: "50,000 Flags for the Ayatollah" & Other Stories on the American Radical Right-Wing

Copyright © 1998 by E. Thomas, Jr.

P.O. Box 5572

Laurel, Maryland 20726 U.S.A.

First Edition published in 1998 Copyrighted © 1998 by E. Thomas, Jr.
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address: Mr. E. Thomas Jr., Rights Department, P.O. Box 5572, Laurel, Maryland 20726, U.S.A.
CONTENTS
Author's Foreword
Cast of Main Charactes [page 9]
Cast of Minor Characters [page 11]
CHAPTER
I. The Devil's Genetic Soup [page 17]
II. 50,000 Flags for the Ayatolla [page 21]
III. The First Line of Defense for this Scoundrel is Patriotism [page 44]
IV. The Party and Racial Consciousness [page 59]
V. 'Martyrdom' at Noontide [page 71]
VI. Weregild—German God of Ransom [page 92]
VII. The Place is Crawling
with Crocodiles [page 112]
VIII. The Two Front War [page 148]
IX. "I know pornography when I see it": Nude Pictures of Senator Harry McMichael [page 165]
X. A Date No One Could Remember [page 178]
XI. Cornucopia of Fools: [page 195] Room Hopping at the 30th Earth Anti-Bolshevik League Convention
AFTERWORD [page 236]
CORNUCOPIA OF FOOLS

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This book is respectfully dedicated to the memoryof my mother.
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This book's story and characters are fictitious. The setting is Washington, D.C. and its suburban areas. Certain established institutions, agencies and public offices are mentioned, but the characters involved in them are imaginary.
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Manufactured in the United States of America
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Also by the same author
The Surreptitious Pen of " "Series Editor:Herr Doctor Professor SS-Obergruppenfuehrer Dick Armee, (M.A.,PHD.(CANTAB)" "
[1998]
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CAST OF MAIN CHARACTERS
Roland Piersin-Juke. This Dutch con-artist was born in Ordovicia, the Netherlands Antilles, the largest and most northern island of the Dutch chain of islands in the Caribbean Sea. Roland spreads his slimy tentacles to the shores of America to extend his feeding area for criminality. He is the criminally insane leader of the infamous Piersin-Juke crime family. Roland is referred to throughout the text as "Lord Ho-Ho," and "His Wogship." "Wog" is a derogatory name for an inferior person. Roland is a Dutchman of commoner origins who is fascinated by the British Empire and royalty, hence the designation, "His Wogship." Roland speaks English with a simulated British accent. The nickname, "Lord Ho-Ho" is derived from Roland's peculiar "ho, ho, ho" laugh; also it is an expansion of ridicule on Roland's obsession for "legitimacy" as a Lord of the Realm. This tongue-darting maniac with the fizionomia cruditatu universale (translated from the Romanian into English as "the universal cruel face") is hands down the most despicable villain in this novel.
Erwin 'Erwin the Mad' Piersin-Juke. The eldest son of Roland Piersin-Juke. The bizarre manner this schizophrenic interacts with his imaginary voices is the subject of great humor. Despite the fact that Erwin has been committed to insane asylums on both sides of the Atlantic, his father entertains the hope that his son will pull himself together and take over the reins of the Piersin-Juke criminal empire. Erwin is being groomed to inherit his father scams—including money laundering and gun running for the Secret Police and the Counter-Intelligence Agency in the U.S.
Gregory Mallory Ratwell. After being busted to buck private for conduct unbecoming a corpsman, Ratwell concludes that his 19-year career of peeling potatoes in the Food Service Division of the U.S. Marine Corps is a bit too boring. He conjures up a novel plan to getting bounced out of the U.S. Marine Corps by founding the White Man's Party—the first neo-Nazi party in the post-World War Two era. Upon his discharge [Section 8] from the Marines, Ratwell builds up his image by claiming to his political followers that he was a "Commander" in the U.S. Marine Corps among other lies.
Matt Snail. The successor to G.M. Ratwell upon his 'assassination' as Supreme National Leader of the White Man's Party. This wimp is a comical character who has more skeletons in his closet than Jeffrey Dohmer in more ways than one. "Matt the Mohel" has a side-line hobby which is a bit odd considering Matt's public image.
Willess Catsheet. This con-man fills the evolutionary niche of right-wing phonies who are not coordinated enough to become TV evangelists. This patriot-for-profit pens a tear-jerking fund raising letter to his mailing list suckers every month. Although Willess Catsheet voices gross distortions of his personal brand of anti-Jewish writings, he makes his accusations believable since Catsheet's business practices are worse than anything he ever accused the Jews of in shady commercial endeavors. Willess is involved in the pornography controversy—supporting both sides of this issue.
Rabbi David Nable. Chief Rabbi of the Orthodox Laterite Jews. Laterite Jews were deemed to be not Jews by the Third Reich Government. Rabbi Nable converted his followers to be pro-National Socialists.
William Pussyfoot. Ideological Officer for the White Man's Party—making him the third ranking officer in the Party. By a quirk of faith Mr. Pussyfoot had a career change from a used car salesman, who ranked worst in used car sales in a mid-Western company—to Ideological Officer for this zany political party. Although Mr. Pussyfoot never completed high school, he bought a doctorate degree from a mail order diploma mill and put the title of 'Doctor' in front of his name. Pussyfoot builds a legend that he was hounded out of a position in the academic world due to his National Socialist beliefs.
Lloyd Houston III. Chief Executive Officer of the White Man's Party—making him the second highest ranking officer in the Party. Before becoming CEO of this radical party, Lloyd was a "kept" man by his prostitute wife, Katherine Elaine Houston. To the Party faithful Lloyd Houston is billed according to his bio as, "formerly Chief Executive Officer with a prominent New York publishing firm. Lloyd decided one day that he could no longer earn his daily bead by working for the Jews and made a big financial sacrifice both personally and to his family by joining the Party full-time as a defender of the white race." In truth Lloyd never did an honest day's work in his life.
James "Big Jim" Finkelgruber. A giant of a man at 6'6" in height and weighing in at 300 pounds. Afflicted with a genetic disorder known as Paget's disease, which gives the victim unusually thick bones—including a 6" thick skull. Jim's inability to secure legitimate employment gave new depth to the meaning of the cliché, "employers of the last resort" by being recruited to be a full-time Stormtrooper with the White Man's Party.
CAST OF MINOR CHARACTERS
Brigadier General Robert Pigweed. He is the main Counter-Intelligence Agency contact with Roland Piersin-Juke to illegally publish Department of Defense articles in Lord Ho-Ho's political journal. This is another avenue of His Wogship to scam the Department of Defense, the Counter-Intelligence Agency and right-wingers pushing defense issues. The tempo to conceal this illegal activity increases when direct evidence that voids the Agency's charter for politicking on American soil. Truth is stranger than fiction: a defense article mailed by the Counter-Intelligence Agency for publication is mailed to Lord Ho-Ho's address bearing a block of six stamps of the famous "Counter-Intelligence" inverts on an official Counter-Intelligence Agency envelope.
Lt. General Daniel Hamgra. This clown lost his job as National Security Advisor to the President of the United States when the General was indiscreet enough to get caught in one of Roland's "Tar Baby" scams. Hamgra is the main business partner with Brig. General Pigweed in the gun running business for the Counter-Intelligence Agency.
Lulu. Roland Piersin-Juke, like many husbands of wealth cursed with a nagging wife, seeks out the services of prostitutes that are very much like his real wife to vent his frustrations. His Wogship's relationship with his ersatz "Mrs. Roland Piersin-Juke" is a couple of rungs above similar perverted relationships of this sort.
Peggy Gonif. While Roland's wife is thousands of miles away in Ordovicia, the Netherlands Antilles, overseeing the redecorating of their 60-room classical mansion, His Wogship is not about to do without female companionship for months on end. Miss Peggy Gonif is the condo mistress of Roland Piersin-Juke. This red-haired working-woman, who is 20 years younger than Lord Ho-Ho's wife, has illusions of becoming the next Mrs. Roland Piersin-Juke.
DeEast Hook. DeEast is recognized as the political mentor to G.M. Ratwell. In reality his "political instruction" was part of a routine with a vaudeville act that DeEast and G.M. Ratwell perfected. The greater bulk of the research material used to build their political knowledge was mainly drawn from anti-German World War Two era comic books. DeEast is also known as "The Ice Cream Caesar" in the text. DeEast is a sex-crazed out-patient at St. Elizabeth's mad house.
Secret Police Agent Eliot Nest. America's Secret Police have a worldwide reputation for incompetence. In reality they are much worse than private jokes made by their adversaries on how incompetent they wished "America's Best" has to offer their opposition. Agent Nest is the crème de la scum—he is the flak catcher for jobs that are even too vile for this corrupt Federal agency of the U.S. Government. Nest's number 666 is graced under the Agency's motto: "Felons, Bums, and Incorrigibles" on his badge.
"Hermann Goering" Parks. One of the more colorfully-dressed members of the White Man's Party who assumes the identity of the famous six-star general of the Third Reich era.
Jonathan Traygo IV. Jonathan is the genetic father of a mulatto daughter. There is one issue that the residents of Gray Marsh, Maryland, can unanimously agree on—it is that this single-family duo is considered the nuttiest family in the city of Gray Marsh—an opinion shared by Jonathan's fellow Party members at the headquarters of the White Man's Party.
Austin "Austin A-Hole" Applebaum. Assistant Professor Applebaum volunteered his services to the German Army when it seemed that the Third Reich was on the verge of winning the war and a settlement was around the corner. The otherwise useless "Austin A-Hole" had only one useful talent: his genetic defect of being totally color blind made him useful to spot enemy camouflage. War's reversal against the Axis activated his survival instinct to kick in and Applebaum defected to the Allies and offered his services to them. His political career was launched at the tail end of World War Two when the Allies used this German-American turncoat as a propagandist to create chaos as the noose around the European Axis Armies tightened. "Austin A-Hole" broadcasted hate messages urging German soldiers to shoot their officers in the back. Applebaum authored the infamous "Kill" leaflet, which was distributed to the Allied armies—urging their troops to, "…crush forever the fascist beast in its den. Break the racial pride of the German woman. Take her was your legitimate booty. Kill…Kill…" After the war "Austin A-Hole" is utilized by America's Secret Police to infiltrate right-wing political organizations in the United States and use his influence to neutralize legitimate right-wing patriots. Applebaum blended in famously with these post-war underman right-wing types with his badly written essays on revisionist history.
Senator Harry McMichael. Ever wonder where the final resting place is for blackmail pictures of our elected officials to the U.S. Senate upon the death of the Right Honorable? A madman, who has protection in the Oval Office, sells the late Senator's bedroom pictures to a porno magazine. All this happens in the context of a special election where the late Senator's wife runs for his office in the Senate. The result is a mad scramble by the Secret Police to get their ass in gear and start earning the graft that they receive to protect their predatory client, who sold the blackmail pictures.
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CHAPTER I
The Devil's Genetic Soup
For lack of a proper term I call my scientific findings, genome-politics, a study of politics or political movements based on the genome-type of the participants. Although my many years of research are by no means conclusive, I offer my observations for the reader to judge.
"From one lazy vagabond named 'Juke,' born in rural New York in 1720, whose two sons married five degenerate sisters, six generations numbering about 1200 persons of every grade of idleness, viciousness, lewdness, pauperism, disease, idiocy, insanity, and criminality were traced. Of the total seven generations 300 died in infancy; 310 were professional paupers, kept in almshouses a total of 2300 years; 440 physically wrecked by their own 'diseased wickedness'; more than half the women fell into prostitution; 130 were convicted criminals; 60 were thieves; 7 were murderers; only 20 learned a trade, 10 of these in State prisons, and all at a State cost of over $1,250,000 (Popenoe and Johnson, Applied Eugenics)."
The above is one of the most quoted reference source by numerous right-wingers in their propaganda, newsletters and books—most notable of these people was the unofficial racial theoretician of the Third Reich, Professor Hans F.K. Guenther. The research assistants, who gleaned this information needed an exemplar that represented the worst case scenario they could find to justify the racial policies of Germany's National Socialist Government. "The Law to Safeguard the Hereditary Health of the German People" was signed into law by The Fuehrer on 6 October 1935—to cleanse the nation of genetic undesirables. Some of Professor Guenther's more enthusiastic associates bluntly categorized these negative objects of this genetic investigation by a quaint euphemism: "Human garbage." However, the above mentioned calculation of criminal activities that had cost civilization was but small change—a grain of sand on the beach—when compared to the mayhem that was yet to come when the Juke family merged with another even more degenerate lineage of criminals.
Unknown to Professor Guenther's study, Singrid Erma Juke, the eldest unmarried granddaughter of the original Juke, fled the United States of America in the early 1800s—two steps ahead of the authorities in New York, New York, who had an arrest warrant out for her for prostitution. Eventually her flight from justice took her to Ordovicia, the Netherlands Antilles, where she married Serge Piersin.
Ordovicia was a disputed island between Great Britain and the Netherlands. The British ceded Ordovicia to the Dutch just before the end of the American Revolutionary War so as to deny this island gem to the American victors.
It is doubtful if any whites other than the Dutch and a sizable colony of Jews ever populated Ordovicia. However, Serge Anglicized the original family name to Piersin. Although the Netherlands had a sizable colonialist empire, Serge Piersin was obsessed with England's empire.
Like most surnames such as "Baker," "Carpenter" and other obviously occupational-related family names—Serge's last name was derived from the clan's notoriety: Their propensity for the dark side of human nature that the family's reputation was noted for, namely, the "pillar of sin" or as the final evolution of the family name evolved at this point in time, "Piersin."
The genetic union of the two blood lines, the Juke clan, common criminals and the Piersin family, who specialized in white-collar crime were like two different poisons that combined and created an even deadlier poison. In a play to 'look' aristocratic—and at the same time throw the police off her trail in their pursuit to arrest her—the family name was duly registered at the village courthouse as Piersin-Juke. Hyphenated names—double-barreled as the locals quaintly call it—are quite common in Ordovicia. A minute percentage of such names are legitimate aristocratic or persons of some fame, but the huge majority are Jews trying to blend in with the gentile upper class.
The poisonous blood that would flow through the veins of each successor generation would exponentially grow more evil—like a cancerous growth.
AUTHOR’S FOREWORD

This novel represents my personal experiences of over three decades observing and investigating many levels of corrupt politics during the Cold War era. Oddly enough it isn’t the lower elements of the radical fringe that represents the most corrupt and reprehensible examples of criminality—it becomes incremental as you ascend the ladder of power.

Not long ago, as I was settling down for my dinner, a frantic phone call came in at my private residence. I instinctively thought that this was a call of grave concern, since the caller was a personal advisor to the President of the United States. The fellow on the other end of the line was in desperate need of my council and his highly excited voice gave a mental impression that he was about to jump out of his skin. He described his predicament as “the Mother of all Crises.” In short, this crisis was like no other that rocked the Government in the past.

This was no ordinary government crisis where news releases would be handed out to anxious news reporters eagerly awaiting a tidbit to pass on to the public. The problem was that the mentally deranged son of the unofficial money launderer for the White House was calling him up every five minutes that day in a desperate plea for help: he didn’t have any place to stay, he didn’t have any money and his father gave him this poor chump’s name and phone number with instructions that this ‘good Samaritan’ would take care of him during his absence.

The father of this pitiful creature had more important fish to fry than seek proper mental health care for his son: he was on an inspection tour of his criminal operations in the Caribbean.

Unlike official appointments where the President of the United States must go through the inconvenience of securing approval from Congress—an off-the-books appointment is spared this sort of scrutiny. This avenue of running a seemingly indispensable, but illegal operation is no cake walk without pitfalls. The pressure for ratings in the news industry has created swarms of investigative reporters probing the armor of the President and his administration homing in on these elusive phantom-like operations seeking that lucky break to verify corruption with hard evidence.

When such a leak reaches the wrong ears, only then does an illegal unofficial ‘appointment’ create more headaches than they are worth—especially in the case of this particular bird. A coveted position such as the unofficial money launderer for the President of the United States has definite advantages, i.e., immunity from the laws of the land: contract murder, embezzlement of public funds, unregistered agent of a foreign government hostile to the United States of America, obstruction of justice, ad nauseam, which are denied to legal corporations that are scrutinized to see if they are in compliance with their articles of incorporation. This would be the envy of anyone with diplomatic immunity, who would at least be ordered to vacate the country when guilty of wrong-doing.

I informed the White House staffer that this wasn’t the first time the unofficial money launderer for the President has imposed his basket case son on ex-associates. The profile on the intended target was most peculiar: a person in the past—whose worth has been long spent and therefore, a contact worthy of a position of dumping his mentally screwed up kid on the bewildered person. I added with a malicious chuckle that I believed that Dr. Mengele was deceased since many years has passed since the President’s Money Launderer did business with him; and surely he would have utilized this avenue to rid himself of his son. Dr. Mengele would have no advanced notice of this bizarre arrival of the son of the President’s Money Launderer, nor an explanation of his mental state. For all Dr. Mengele knows this poor soul was ‘goodies’ to experiment with.

The White House staffer countered with his belief that, “Dr. Mengele would like to get his hands on all the family members of the President’s Money Launderer.”

I gave him my advice on how to handle this peculiar situation. There was no doubt that he could expect to be contacted again by the wacky son of the White House’s unofficial money launderer, so I recommended to my contact to press this unwanted caller to turn himself in at St. Elizabeth’s Insane Asylum to take care of him until such a time that his father was back in town to take over his parental duties. I hung up the phone and thought to myself, “What a way to run a government.”
PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS REPRESENTS ONLY THE FIRST TWO PAGES FROM CHAPTER TWO:
CHAPTER II
50,000 Flags for the Ayatollah
Across the street from the James Madison annex building of the Library of Congress is a five-story red brick house, which was erected circa 1901. What makes this building with the American flag displayed on a window pole on the top floor so special from the rest of the residential houses is that it serves as the headquarters of the Partisan’s Patriotic Party (PPP). The inner sanctuary located on the top floor is the office and living quarters of Willess Catsheet, the treasurer and shadowy wire-puller, of this “sock it to the armchair patriots” political movement. Despite all the “smoke and mirrors” tactics of the PPP portraying themselves as a viable political party—the Party, in reality is merely a paper organization that makes a good living selling their weekly newspaper, Deitrologia, to right-wing conspiracy buffs.
Deitrologia, an Italian word meaning the quest for what lies behind the surface of events, based on the belief that nothing can ever be what it seems to be. This title, oddly enough, was the suggestion by the Party’s counterpart on the opposite side of the Cold War—Zionist Imperialists against Fascism and Nazism (ZIAFN) when the Party sponsored a name-the-newspaper contest that they were going to evolve from a two-page monthly newsletter to a full-blown weekly newspaper. The ZIAFN is a generously funded ‘Nazi watcher’ Zionist organization, whose job it is to keep tabs on right-wing extremist groups no matter how small, but especially organizations that could potentially take deep roots on the political scene and pose as a serious danger to international Zionism.
The staff of the ZIAFN had good reason to put the PPP as a priority for scrutiny as a dangerous extremist party ever since the publication of an article entitled, “The Good Friday Sermon of Rabbi Flavious Mithridates” which sent out alarm bells ringing at this Zionist organization monitoring the PPP.
Whenever a staff member of ZIAFN would collect the day’s mail bearing the latest issue of Catcheet’s monthly newsletter, the mail collector would hold up Catcheet’s publication and exclaim, “The latest issue of Deitrologia has arrived.” The ZIAFN had good reason to be concerned about this article in particular which appeared in Catsheet’s publication: ...
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