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After that folks, you’ll relish the Combat Diary Open Letter to Michael Savage The Michael Savage Show C/O Talk Radio Network P.O. Box 3755 Central Point, OR 97502 http://www.homestead.com/prosites-prs/Index.html
Sir, perhaps thou hast forgotten the lessons that the Zen Masters taught you long ago. The lessons were that we navigate mentally by a high dosage of liberal self deception, and imposters, fantasists, and tricksters hold the keys by means of which we enter each and every system of experience. If we do not understand the function of King Lear’s Fool within in the tragic schema, we understand nothing.
The Combat Diaries of the Alternative Fortean Times contains therefore innumerable quite foolish and outrageously liberal follies of the Left and Right dimension of cyberspace. Here be in profusion Liberal lies, evasions, and fantasies, combined with Liberal sins, plagues, mistakes and plots. In addition we offer Liberal evasions, Liberal mental afflictions, Liberal dreams, Liberal ambitions, Liberal avoidances, and Liberal loves to die for. We discover (and sometimes indeed we manufacture) Liberal plots, conspiracies, experiments, Liberal speculations, adventures, cover-ups and confusions Here for the Liberal connoisseur are countless Liberal heresies, ambitions and crimes; here there be Liberal dreams, hopes and fears, and indeed Liberal Faith, Hope, and Charity, salted with Liberal imposture and deceit sufficient to keep our metaphysics warm. In the name of the gods, here be also offered some sweet pieces of Liberal ass of our Liberal acquaintance for the delectation of red-blooded Liberal men. Any Liberal mensche who does not like looking at such Liberal things should seek immediately the nearest tall building and cast his Liberal nuts off the Liberal edge of the Liberal world. The Combat Diaries contain therefore the very structure of that clapboard fraud that Victorian Station Masters call the Real. We like to think therefore that the Combat Diaries represent the Ultimate Jurassic Museum of the history of the Objective Concrete, showing the rake’s progress of that pair of scandalous old pantomime whores called Rationalism and Certainty. Offered to thee sir, in this Year of the Green Chicken in the light of the knowledge that our rationalisations are the greatest liberal fantasies of all. May blessings be upon thee, sir! Colin Bennett Author, London -Looking for Orthon -Politics of the Imagination -An American Demonology
PS I have got to talk to yourself and your listeners, sir. As you will see from the above, the matter is most urgent. Without the great Liberal Imagination, I fear for their moral condition.
Above we see Velma Lou, a new Combat Diaries Portobello entrant in training. She is seen here with her loins girded for action prior to her first assault on infinity in a night attack on Sceptical HQ in Brentford Leisure Centre. She is wearing her Number 1 Quorn Food decontamination suit, and the “P” on her helmet stands for a Prototypal Brentford Leisure Centre and Fortean Times Sceptical Disinformation programme. The F and the C have been the cause of some uncalled-for ribald comments from vulgar sensibilities. Her blood group is stencilled on the other side of her helmet, and “24” indicates her age, and if you don’t believe that, you don’t trust your mother’s puddings. Tip for autograph hunters, as it were: she hangs out between Annabel’s and the Soho House Electric Cinema club Portobello Road, so fellahs, make sure your credit cards are all OK in the upper regions before you chance your arm.
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Contents of Diary 28 for October/November, 2005
Click Chapter headings to access the files
Chapter 1: Noreen Gosche Speaks Out Various authors Chapter 2: For Whom Dreams are Food Bennett/Rushkoff Chapter 3: Weather Control as a Weapon Mary-Sue Haliburton Chapter 4: Photography and the Occult Ariella Budick Chapter 5: Plum Island and Operation Paperclip Patricia Doyle Chapter 6: Dick Cheney’s Spoon Benders Jeffrey Steinberg Chapter 7: The Madhouse of Science (2) Martini/ Ioannidis Chapter 8: Linda Napolitano Abducted Bennett/Huyghe/Coppens/Fort Chapter 9: Chips with Everything Kentroversy Chapter 10: The Strange Story of EBE J-Rod, Linda Moulton Howe Chapter 11: Cultivating the Cargo Culters Bennett/Carter/Rodney Chapter 12: Genome Weaponry Z. Oskotsky
Special Features:
On Masses and Muses: The Quantum Narrative Part 1 By R.G. Uchtmann (click here)
Dark Matters Part 1 by Carole Smith (click here)
Editorial
Editor Panzerben briefs his assault squad prior to yet another raid on the Sceptical HQ in Brentford Leisure Centre, the lair of the Magonian Pelicans.
Dearly Beloved, The days of lavishly-illustrated full-colour news stand magazines containing any cerebral content are long over. The shelves glitter with cars and shopping, pop and gardening. Since British broadcast TV at least is watched only by educationally subnormal 20-stone bisexual mutants in tower blocks, in these Last Days, cerebral content is only available now on web sites or within small mail-order magazines kept alive by the subscriptions of a few hundred people. Magonia magazine is such a small-circulation periodical, printed (if we may use that word) on a hand-cranked spirit duplicator in the Brentford Leisure Centre, or so we are told. Magonia is mentioned here for the sole reason that apparently (we are informed) the Combat Diaries and its Editor are mentioned in some negative sense in every issue. For its sins, Magonia shares editors with the failing Fortean Times, one of whom belongs to the Gang of Fort, this being the most pernicious sceptical plotting group in Britain, absolutely dedicated for instance to the utter destruction of all things Ufological and much else transcendental besides. Magonia represents small-time-small-town English sceptical amateurism which was there a couple of hundred years before Chaucer, and to its low-key credit, as a piece of Little England, it will probably survive even the coming Last Days. One imagines Magonians as being Dad’s Army Home Guard figures from a TV soap of yore, with the Hun identified as anything intellectual, abstract, anarchic, technological, or avant guarde, either modern or postmodern. Its nuclear Protestantism rages at all things mystical, magical, transcendental; it tries to reduces all imagination, wonder, and inspiration to good old British mundane dust. Often particular Magonians reveal a fine intelligence, such as Mark Pilkington (who in an ideal world, should have been the editor of the Fortean Times) but their paranoid hatred (apart from trendy and rather undergraduate amusements) of all operational fantasy and imagination cripples their intellect. One wonders what it must be like living in a universe where stalk still the chain-rattling emaciated ghosts of Bentham and Mill, and where nothing transcendental could possibly happen. It must come as a great shock when they finally realise that our rationalisations are our greatest fantasies. In the meantime, we at the Combat Diaries accuse both Magonia and the Fortean Times of the attempted murder of that live cultural life-form call the UFO. We intend at every opportunity to expose the misinformation, disinformation, lies, and sceptical propaganda put out by both the Gang of Fort and the regular so-called “UFO correspondents” of the Fortean Times.
Smacking of provincial chapels of a past age, most of these librarians, ledger clerks, and leftish social workers that subscribe to Magonia are reincarnated Little England rustics straight from pre-war Frank Randle films of Rob Wilton or Arthur Askey. The straw behind the ears of these Magonian hillbillies is so decayed that it could hardly be fed to horses in the street. The best thing that can be said about them is that they are the last breed of clod-hopping Merry England, whose blithe yeomen spirits turned the Somme and Dunkirk into glorious victories which (admittedly and thankfully) quite baffled the Hun and Hitler both. As last piece of Anglican charm from the Old Curiosity Shop, Magonia should be advertised on cake tins, packets of treacle toffee, and Mrs Beeton’s recipe for jugged hare.
Whilst we are talking about the vast landscape of British cultural decay, only the other day someone brought into the Combat Diaries office a few ancient copies of Encounter magazine from the 1950s to the 1960s. This was a very different journal to Magonia. Encounter, now long defunct, was edited by that ancient pre-war faggot, Stephen Spender, who appeared not to know or care that his publication was run entirely by the CIA. In a similar fashion, the German magazine Konkret (a creation of Ulricke Meinhof’s husband) was partly financed by the Russians – it received support from Moscow via East Germany. The Combat Diaries publishes in this Issue 28 a review by Thomas M. Troy Jr. of The Cultural Cold War: the CIA and the World of Arts and Letters (New York: The New Press, 2000) by Frances Stonor Saunders. Troy should know what he is talking about, if only because he served in CIA's Directorate of Intelligence. The review was published originally on the official web site of the Central Intelligence Agency. (http://www.cia.gov/csi/studies/vol46no1/article08.html) Troy says:
“The centerpiece of the CIA's propaganda campaign—and the focus of Saunders's book—was the Congress for Cultural Freedom and its principal publication, the journal Encounter. Saunders's diligence and hard work shows as she describes the creation, activities, and downfalls of the Congress and the journal. She read the Church Report, performed research in various archives, and conducted many interviews, including some with retired CIA officers. Her fine writing style and occasionally even gossipy method of presenting the material makes what could have been a dry-as-dust account of institutions read easily. She also has some fascinating characters, for the people discussed in The Cultural Cold War are among the leading intellectual figures of post-World War II Europe and America.”
A major British influence on Encounter was CIA lackey Martin Esslin (1918-2002) an arch establishment fascist who put out tedious phoney “arts” crappola for many years, just as did the absolutely awful Melvyn Bragg who followed him, Like Bragg, Esslin was the essense of dismal mediocrity and a prime Orwellian manipulator to boot. He put out lies for a generation whilst he was Head of BBC Radio 3 Drama and Documentaries. I know this full well because the corrupt bastard banned a documentary programme of mine which I made with producer Sean McLaughlin, called Seasons Such as These. Esslin was a communist turned by the CIA into an asset and he was lucky to get out alive from East Europe, curtesy of a CIA escape channel, to whom he was forever grateful. Other worms in the Encounter woodwork included Christopher Hill, the Master of Balliol who was a fellow traveler and a Soviet spy, see http://www.cronaca.com/archives/000574.html I personally told Hill he was such after a fiery row I had with him in 1968 concerning his role as a British liaison officer during WW2. I had found out that the so-called Russian “tank engineers” supposedly sent over to take a look at British tank design and engineering were an Intelligence team. They were making all kinds of contacts which had nothing to do with tanks. British tank design and production at this time lagged far behind Russian designs in every respect compared to the Russian T34. At the expense of many lives on the Arctic conveys, British Matilda 2s and Valentines were sent to Russia only to be laughed at on arrival.
After that, I was a marked man in Oxford. Along with Hamilton McMillan, Hill tried to recruit Howard Marx (of later drug king fame, see Howard Marks: His Life and High Times by David Leigh) for at least the periphery of the cause. There are some other names I could mention concerning the willful destruction by top communists of the TSR2 aircraft project but I have an old soldier’s feel that I would not live long if I did.
Encounter was one of the loops which strung along this crowd, and by comparison, it makes Magonia look quite fashionable, young, and modern and even truthful. If Magonia is pre-cyber, then Encounter was positively pre-electric. As in the days of the The Listener, here in Encounter are prime cuts of English establishment stodge, a monstrous dullness and blushing stuffed-shirt pomposity typical of writers of this time. Judges, priests, fustian academics, and dreadful media “personalities” such as the awful Bernard Levin, a theatre critic. Almost all of these people had thick spectacles, buck–teeth and an address like a bedraggled ill-tempered stoat with terminal measles. This meant that not even British 1960s TV could stand them for long. The women were worse. The reviews in Encounter of the absolutely terrible pastel-shade “novels” of these “literary” British dragons are enough to make wart hogs role over and die, cross-eyed with grief. Only the half-alive Times Literary Supplement still reviews “sensitive” Hampstead pastel-shade novels in which the central figure is always called Jeremy, and inevitably, this Jeremy has a confused sexuality. As could be predicted, the death long ago of British radical and experimental fiction has gone umourned, utterly destroyed by mass media, literary consumerism, and the quite impossible costs of four-colour offset litho.
Read back-issues of Encounter for a couple of hours, and you feel that you are in the middle of a David Hare play. There are prototypal Harry Potters all over the place. The poems are equally as po-faced Leftish earnest, and most of the articles are about social class, and something called the Economy. As we have seen, in those days there were some old communists still in place, such as the awful Raymond Williams (David Hare’s Cambridge mentor) and unreadable “philosophers” such as Bertrand Russell and A.J. Ayer, both whose heads finished well up their rectums. There are scores of po-faced articles from the prototypal Looney Left of those days, almost embarrassing to read in their references (believe it or not) to (yes!) negroes. There are also blushing and condescending remarks about “industrial workers” most of whose proletarian grandsons and grand daughters disappeared into TV pop & consumer “media” poo-pudding many years ago. Those who left went into “arts” columns of the “quality” press and again, like poor sad limp-wristed Jeremy, wrote inevitably about their confused sexuality.
Echoes of Encounter culture are still to be found in the present day Spectator, Economist and New Statesman, where British worship of the most extraordinary mediocrities, worn-out crusty young fogies, and dour worthies is at its most intense. Also reflecting l’ancien regime of les anglais is the neo-Edwardian orgy represented by the glowing admiration of the London Evening Standard and the Sunday Supplements for homosexual actors and their theatre which never quite entered a world beyond the twilight year of 1914. The atmosphere of decay exuding from the tomb-wall pages of Encounter is profound. The mealy-mouthed thinking folk of the 1950s and early 1960s must have been the most dead human beings ever born. Contributors included BBC executives, the heads of school boards, fallen muscular Christians, closet homosexual priests and politicians, menopausal grannies (of both sexes) worn-out academics (who are still the castrati of the modern world), and venerable donnish sages little removed from the time of Adam Bede.
Such was the stiff British clockwork before the chattering classes discovered sex, royal murders, drugs and political corruption, and that its major literary journal was run by the American Intelligence.
But apart from boy-scout grumbles in Encounter, in these days the official world of appearances was safe and well, People listened to the “news” from the BBC after playing the Teddy Bears’ picnic and drinking hot Ovaltine before a good night’s safe sleep, if only because both Authority and the World of Appearances still appeared to be secure in their foundations. Doctors cured, policemen arrested criminals, and science revealed “truths” about the universe. The Somme battle of 1916 was the beginning of the end for the Encounter type culture, but it still struggled on for decades until it fell dead from the news stands thirty years ago. It really was the end for these writers were the great grandsons of those officers who carried stout ash sticks and walked along the top of the Somme trenches urging everyone (including their own sons) to walk towards the barbed wire and the streaming German machine guns. It is obvious, for example, that all these contributors had no knowledge of technology; indeed they looked upon technology as the Generals of 1916 looked with horror upon the tank. One could say the same for Magonia and indeed the entire “quality” British press – the metaphysics and significances of burgeoning technology are quite beyond their mental resources.
On occasion, articles by Koestler and Borges and one or two others (as “foreign” as they) raised the head of the magazine, but generally contributors as a social group were so surrounded by the social and intellectual decay of their generation that perverse inward-looking self-admiration was perhaps their only option. Here then are the last gaunt figures of the British twilight before the brighter happier world of consumerism, computers and pop culture consumed this generation of heavy worsted suiting, pipe tobacco, Bunter jokes and secret communist betrayals. Here are the last days of ancient jolly-hockey-stick “literary” dragons such as Margaret Drabble and Pamela Hansford Johnson. Their “vital contemporary issues” have disappeared, vanished by soaps and poo-pop as if it they had never been, though such pastel-shade “literary” women still haunt the pages of the Times Literary Supplement as if as if Jane Austen were still alive and well. Good riddance. Whilst Magonia is at least some last expression of charming English pre-industrial innocence, Encounter stank of the swamp of the Third Republic and the decay of Vichy.
Whilst I write this we are getting news of the death of Gail Whittaker. She was a black American, and she wrote quite a few wonderfully imaginative pieces for the Combat Diaries. She revealed in many e-mails to various lists that she was quite frightened that she was a target for electro-magnetic social-control weaponry. Her feelings about this kind of thing are supported by Carole Smith in her article Dark Matters in this issue. Gail’s distress grew to such a painful level mentally and physical that she said that she was forced into a mental hospital by the people who were using her as for “experimentation.” It has since been announced by an associate that she has died of a heart attack. However researchers can find no death certificate, and no confirmation of her death. Well Gail, may the blessing of the gods be upon thee wherever thou art. Here, or in the afterlife, get in touch, we are listening out for you!
At this time, we at the Combat Diaries offer our sympathies to the United States of America. In our opinion (and one only says this once in a lifetime) a psychic attack is being launched on America, and there are no prizes for guessing where it is coming from. It may not look like it, but we are at war and we must secure our communications, build our defences and watch our backs. If we don’t do these things, within five years or less, we will all be wearing nightshirts and be chanting whatever programmatic crappola that hath the e Talibani (now a collective noun) in thrall. It goes almost without saying that if that happened, the kind of anarchic freedoms expressed on the Combat Diaries and other sites will disappear off the face of the Earth.
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Meantime, between your belief crises, don’t forget the Bad Man’s new short story Systems Analysis in the Media Phenomenona section of Phenomena Magazine http://www.phenomenamagazine.com This is the Buffoon (“he got no respect fer nuffink”) on his best behaviour - no swearing, no debunking of sceptical rationalizations (well just a little now and then)
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no gorgeous naked women, and no slagging off the Fortean Times. Disappointed? You will not be – check it our now! Systems Analysis will join six archived articles by Bennett the Bad Buffoon in Area 51 section of Phenomena. They are:
Chemtrails: A New Mystery of the Skies
Cargo Cults and Beyond
A New Ufology
The Alien is Under Construction
The Dream Life of Prototypes
Imagine
An American Demonology. Bennett writes:
“Project Blue Book was the official US Air Force investigation into the UFO phenomenon. Captain Edward Ruppelt was in charge of Blue Book in the early 1950s, and after he had left the Air Force, he wrote The Report into Unidentified Flying Objects. Good books by insiders involved in the early development of the Industrial Military Complex are most rare. Ruppelt’s book is a unique and personal glimpse inside the management systems, politics, and burgeoning technology of what was to become an American national institution as well as a military organization. Report into Unidentified Flying Objects is a personal testimony, to be put on the shelf alongside Che Guevara’s Reminiscences of the Cuban Revolutionary War and T.E. Lawrence’s Seven Pillars of Wisdom. We see power struggles, personality clashes, military intrigue, Intelligence paranoia, cover-ups and conspiracies. Ruppelt’s story is one of struggles within the Air Force and indeed struggles within himself regarding loyalties, policy, and the need for keeping secrets. As a humble USAF Reserve captain with few resources and staff, he was handed no less the task of analyzing what in all likelihood was an alien invasion! I specialize in portraiture, as exemplified by my book on George Adamski, Looking for Orthon, and my prize-winning biography of Charles Fort, Politics of the Imagination. Literary portraiture tells us a lot more than mere mechanical research and the sand-grain piling up of case history upon case history. The truth about a human being lies in the interplay of image, symbol, and metaphor between culture and personality, time and history, and I hope I have explored this unique drama in An American Demonology.”
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