I think of him as a grammatically correct and incredibly long winded version of Timecube Guy.
It’s so funny to see this thread, because I was about to start a similar one earlier this week. There were a couple of LaRouche supporters with a table set up in the train station during my afternoon commute. A guy tried to hand me Children of Satan III while mumbling something about “our stupid government”. At first I walked right by him, but then I thought back to my first encounter with a LaRouche Supporter about 12 years ago…
They had a table set up outside the Student Center. The name “LaRouche” was a punchline to me, having only heard of him as “The guy who thinks the Queen of England is a dope dealer”. I asked the one of the folks what their candidate was all about.
“We want to create a Renaissance in Human Learning,” he replied.
“Okay,” I said. “What does that mean?”
“It means exactly what it says. We want to create a Renaissance in Human Learning.”
“But, in practical terms, what does it mean? What are your goals? What is your candidate’s platform?”
“We want to create a Renaissance in Human Learning!” he replied again, punctuating every word, as if he was talking to a stubborn child. “For example, did you know that there are words to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy? You pay a lot of money to go to school here, expecting them to give you an education, and they don’t even teach you the words to Beethoven’s Ode to Joy! Just like the only economic theory they teach here is Adam Smith! Most college students have never even heard of…” and he spouted off the names of two or three people I’d never heard of.
I turned to the other tabler and said “What about you? Do you want to create a Renaissance in Human Learning too?” He started to mumble something, as Tabler #1 started singing, in German, Beethoven’s Ode to Joy, his wide open arms gesturing for me to join him in song, when we had already established that I don’t know the words.
I eventually gave up, but he did send me away with a copy of their paper The New Federalist, from which I later read an article entitled “Why are the British Killing American Presidents?” which attempted to implicate the British Crown in the assassinations of Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, and Kennedy. “Boy,” I thought, “This guy really hates the British!”
I related the story of my encounter to my roommate, who happened to be en entirely different kind of political radical, and he told me about something called Operation Mop-Up, wherein some of LaRouche’s supporters were involved in violent activities during the early seventies. Punchline or not, I was starting to get the impression that the guy was not completely harmless.
So, flash forward to the train station the other day. I thought I’d be missing an opportunity to enjoy the rich tapestry of craziness if I didn’t try to talk to this guy. So I went back and took a copy of Children of Satan III, and for probably the last time, asked a LaRouche supporter what their movement was all about.
He said something about how “young men used to work on cars, just for fun!” He showed me a picture of some children who had built steam engine, standing next to the steam engine they had built. I suppose Lyndon LaRouche inspired the children to build a steam engine or something. Then he said a lot of things I don’t remember, because they were too disconnected from my reality to register as anything other than background noise. And then, out of nowhere, he pointed to the donation can and said “Any contribution you could make, it would really help.” I said I had to catch my train, but told him to have a good evening.
Imagine, I had a two-minute conversation with this guy, giving him every opportunity to say something substantive about the goals of his movement, the platform of his candidate… anything that wasn’t complete nonsense. He couldn’t do it, and he still asked for a donation! A donation to what? What kind of a person could this guy inspire a donation out of? "I don’t know what he’s talking about, but it’s so crazy… It just might work!!! <plink>"
And CoS III? It’s cryptic, dense, and, as I said before, incredibly long winded. It’s hard to read and understand something when your brain instinctively recognizes it as a waste of time and filters it out as noise, but I managed to plow through a few pages on the way home on the train. Basically, secret societies who have run the world for hundreds of years are all out to get him for exposing the elaborate web of alliances which allows them to dominate the world. Who would have thought it?