What's the deal with LaRouche?

It happened in 1986.

If I remember correctly, it turned out that most of the LaRouchite votes came from downstate voters who had voted based on how their names sounded (the LaRouchite candidates had WASPish names, while the organization candidates were named Sangmeister (the Lt.Gov candidate) and Pucinski (the Sec of St. candidate).

The Democratic candidate for Governor, Adlai Stevenson III, ended up running on his own ballot line, Solidarity.

Hey, everybody knows the lyirics to the Ode to Joy!

In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he’s with his Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

There’s a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, 'mongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garlands soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she’s dead, I draw the line

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Now you scouts may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

(I know, I know. But sing it to the tune of the Ode to Joy! It scans!)

Coffee. Monitor. Requisition for replacement.

Or you might say: He’s David Icke with 90% fewer lizards.

And that was amazingly clever, BrainGlutton. I shall have to share that little gem in my circle forthwith.

Who need lizards when ya got British Freemasons?

Yeah, but can you sing it in German?

The melody of La Cucaracha works, too.

So it does!

Based on this observation, I just started a Cafe Society thread: “Songs that scan to other songs” – http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=269946 Do you know any more? Have fun!

Thanks for bringing back that memory.

That was back in my dope-smoking days, and I knew a tiny bit about Lyndon and his ideas. So I figured perhaps a doobie would help me make sense of it all. Big mistake. I almost lost bladder control. It was beyond funny; it was surreal. I kept checking to see if I was really in the room, and that he was really on TV, and that he was really saying what I thought he was saying.

When all politicians are actually sane, a little light will go out of the universe.

Regards,
Shodan

What puzzles me is, where does he get his followers? I can at least understand the appeal of a cult like Scientology – if you’re credulous enough to swallow the basic premises (which are no more incredible than those of any other religion), then the benefits of following the Hubbardite path would indeed seem valuable. But why would anybody who does not have to live inside Lyndon LaRouche’s head take his ideas seriously, or hope to gain or achieve by following him?

Yeah, but did he turn into a lizard while you were watching?

Vote for Lyndon! A troubled man for troubled times!

Leage of Lectroids for LaRouche! “A richer, stranger nation!”

You know, when I read David Icke’s account of William F. Buckley turning into a lizard, I was tempted to believe him. I mean, I’ve heard Buckley speak, live. The guy is just so reptilian.

  • At an SF convention I once saw a message-button: “League of Lectroids for Lizardo.” No doubt you get the Buckaroo Banzai reference.

(Hey, when are the going to give us Buckaroo Banzai vs. the World Crime League?)

I use to work for a state Democratic Party ages ago, and during a presidental year, the local LaRouchites tired to get him ballot status (which the party controlled). The party said no, mainly because as a convicted felon, we would violate several state laws. The local larouchies held protests and called the chair a nazi (even though he was jewish!!!). They are really quiet crazy.