Why Doesn’t He Hurry Up And Die Already?

His name is Henry the K., but we leftwing children of the revolutions of the 1960’s always just referred to him as “Satan.”

People who truly know me know that I came out of the Vietnam War protest era, although I actually worked for Richard Nixon’s aptly named CREEP at age 15 in 1972, at my mother’s behest, for which I will always forgive her.

However, in 1968, I went door to door with my Cold War Liberal father campaigning for “Clean Gene” Eugene McCarthy, a forgotten Democratic politician who ran on a strict antiwar banner in the fateful Democratic primaries of 1968. I was only ten years old.

The well known riots at the Democratic Convention came later that year. I remember those also. Mayor Daley turned his police loose on protesters and many relatively peaceful protesters were badly beaten by police. A nearby park in Chicago was taken over by protesters and named “People’s Park.” Inside the convention, an equal amount of chaos ensued, with the party coalescing around establishment candidate Hubert Humphrey, who did not run on an antiwar ticket. I remember Humphrey well too. He seemed a decent enough man at the time.

The Chicago Seven were later placed on trial for conspiracy after the demonstrations. They included Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, and a number of others, mostly Jewish. They were represented famously by Jewish radical attorney William Kunstler, who has always been one of my favorite people. Although my father was against the Vietnam War, he really hated those hippies. He used to inveigh against “Ay-bie Hoffman.”

By 1974, I’d added long hair, rock music, LSD and marijuana to my high school studies. I hung out with hippies, potheads and acidheads. I remember once David A H, a bisexual hippie senior who nevertheless always left me alone. He used to take windowpane LSD by putting it right on his eyeball.

Nixon was one of our villains. You have to understand that in that era, if you identified with the hippie movement, still going gangbusters in 1975, Nixon was probably automatically your enemy. Hating him was almost a cultural requirement. He represented, all in one man, of everything we were against. The perfect human voodoo doll.

One day David said matter of factly, “Nixon always looks like he hasn’t shit in a month.” A good one-liner!

I always felt that that was one of the best summaries of Tricky Dicky I’d ever heard.

K. was Nixon’s right-hand man. Although he was not an attractive man, ponderous, overweight, nerdy, homely and bespectacled, he had an odd reputation as a playboy, often seen escorting various actresses in public. I remember one morning at the breakfast table my father was looking at the latest pic of him with some comely model draped on his arm.

“Boy,” my father remarked. “This administration’s really got problems if Kissinger’s their playboy.” A good zinger!

The more I read about this man, the more convinced I am that he is something approaching pure evil. He has to be a psychopath of some sort. He’s one cold-blooded bastard at least. He look in his face and you see a man with heart of ice. There are probably few people as hated among my anti-Vietnam War cohort as this man. I’m getting very impatient waiting for him to kick off so I can dance on his grave. He’s stuck around far too long already.

Just hurry up and die already, Henry!

 

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3 responses to “Why Doesn’t He Hurry Up And Die Already?

  1. Jason Y

    Long hair? If it’s so bad. then why such praise of it during the 70s?

  2. Jason Y

    Kissinger was a member of the Bilderberg group:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bilderberg_Group

  3. He doesn’t die because he is a practitioner of vampiric magic, his interest in politics and diplomacy is only motivated by the prospect of ritual human sacrifices he can drink from the energy of, otherwise he finds the matter just boring (anyway most of what he writes is composed under hypnosis from entities he invokes that supply him with the accurate information). He can postpone his death indefinitely through the performance of yet other sacrifices. Another well-know political leader who used to be motivated by ritual blood sacrifice only, for indefinite biological survival, was Winston Churchill, and one of these olden days he faced the reality that he had controlled absolutely nothing of his political destiny, as he had consented in exchange for indefinite survival energy to be a mere robot (remotely-controlled through hypnosis) in the hands of forces he had surrendered the Empire and Britain itself to to be dismembered and destroyed all over for good. Same thing will happen his alter ego H. K. once the whole American Empire dissolves pitifully for good (as the nominal victor in a Second American Civil War where the good side officially wins but to end up with less territory than in 1791) and he realizes he never exerted any shred of control : when what you only love is bio-energy you renounce to be the author of any of your actions and thoughts. Once he really faces the fact that he never had any control on his own actions and thoughts the feeling of boredom will be so overpowering that he will just stop breathing and pass away, exactly as happened with Churchill.

    People who choose energy drinking as a way of prolonging life indefinitely need not commit ritual crimes, they have to renounce explicitly to be the authors of their actions, they have to kill ego. Only those who don’t kill ego kill for energy until they face the fact they had actually renounced to all freedom from their first ritual crime on. Kissinger and Churchill just did the thing in the wrong order, and when you do that in any domain of human activity you destroy by your strange horrible decisions the whole enterprise having had the misfortune to hire you.

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