And Now, For the Weirdness
So I’m on my way into the Metro station this morning when I notice that a gaggle of scruffy-looking people are out in front with bullhorns, shouting about something or other. It turns out that they were there in support of Lyndon LaRouche, perennial presidential candidate and serious nut bar.
Thankfully, they were handing out literature! I say “thankfully” because LaRouche literature is true high comedy — a kind of paranoid conspiracy tale in which the British secretly run the world, and leaders of all nations tremble at the mighty pronouncements of Lyndon LaRouche. It’s a hoot.
Plus, there’s valuable lessons to be learned — consider, for instance, the first headline from the pamphlet they were handing out today:
How ‘The Sexual Congress of Cultural Fascism’ Ruined the U.S.A. and Gave Us ‘Beast-Man’ Cheney
It’s brilliant! The Congress of what now? “Beast-Man” Cheney? It’s the most incoherent thing I’ve read in a long time. Kudos to LaRouche!
Their site is full of this kind of stuff. There’s even a 30-minute video titled “LaRouche Turns Tide of Democratic Primaries“. From April, people. APRIL!!! Long after Kerry had wrapped up the nomination. You have to admire that kind of brave willingness to completely disconnect from reality.
Thanks to the LaRouchies, I got to have a good giggle on my way to work this morning. Why can’t more crazy fringe groups follow their example and hand out literature at the Metro? I want more conspiracy theories with my coffee, dammit!