The Secrets of the Swamp

The secret inner-workings of the swamp are found in the history of the revolutionary left. It is a history of treachery and greed, larceny and murder. The first secret of the swamp is hard for some to grasp; but here it is: the humanitarianism of the leftist revolutionary is a pose. His real creed is lust for power and wealth.

The first American revolutionary communist leader, Louis C. Fraina, received $386,000 from the Comintern to start a revolution in Mexico. What did he do? He spent the money on himself. The Comintern did not kill him for his bad faith, most likely because he had blackmailed other leading communists regarding their own improprieties and frauds.

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It’s the Socialists, Stupid: A Note From Benjamin Gitlow

The goal of the socialist is to consolidate political power. Only then can he build his ideal world by eradicating the “evils of capitalism.” The socialists’ cynical dislike of the existing system opens the way to the building of an even more cynical system — far from the ideal world they are trying to create. True-believing socialists can appear formidable, of course, even ferocious; or they can sound silly, even childish.

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The Swamp and its Creatures

What is the swamp? In the 1950s, Senator Joseph McCarthy had a name for the swamp. He called it “the international communist conspiracy.” He spoke of the communist penetration of government, the subversion of U.S. policy, the betrayal of our servicemen on faraway battlefields. He pointed to communism’s nefarious domestic machinations. He wrote about our “retreat from victory,” the legacy of General George C. Marshall — the gifting of Eastern Europe to Stalin, the betrayal of Nationalist China to Mao, and the loss of our atom bomb monopoly.

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What Will the Spider do?

“In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do [?]”

T.S. Eliot, “Gerontion,” 1920

Twenty-five years ago a Soviet-era defector named Alex told me about a KGB office in the Soviet Union. They had all the desks arranged on the main floor, with one large desk in the middle of the office at which sat a nice, helpful, old man. He was everyone’s friend. He listened sympathetically to the personal problems of the KGB staff. He gave them advice on all matters, and he smoothed things over with the boss, whose office door was always closed and dark. No one ever saw the boss except the old man. One day the old man retired and they had a party for him. It was at this party the old man announced he had been their boss all along. Alex finished the story by making his fingers into walking spider legs and said, “The spiders are everywhere.” Then he winked.

Of course, it is true. The spiders are everywhere. They are set loose — as T.S. Eliot suggested — in a “wilderness of mirrors.” Sometimes, in a wilderness of funhouse mirrors. Take, for example, the case of Brazilian congressman Alexandre Frota. Last Friday, in an interview with UOL (news), he charged several persons with unleashing a sophisticated disinformation campaign on Brazil. According to Frota, “[it is] run by the … writer Olavo de Carvalho and journalist Allan Dos Santos, owner of Terça Livre TV, which is openly supportive of [President] Bolsonaro.”

An intrepid detective, Frota’s “investigation” has unearthed several tentacles of a vast “right wing” conspiracy:

I began to learn of these digital militiamen, far-right militants, who are today dressed as parliamentary aides. With their credentials they are receiving good salaries, working inside government offices. We already have some positive suspicions of where they might be sheltered.

Congressman Frota alleged that a “dirty service” was being performed by someone behind the scenes. “Everybody knows it,” he explained. There is a shadowy person “living there and supported by Filipe G. Martins [the special foreign affairs advisor to the President of the Republic].” It is someone who sits in a special room, near the President’s office. It is someone who is respected by “the old man.”

The journalist conducting the interview asked Frota the name of this shadowy figure; but he could not fully remember. The name was something like Jefferson or Jeffrey. “Yes,” said Congressman Frota, “Jeffrey Richard Nyquist…. He is a person we are keeping our eye on…. He was often seen in the House [Chamber of Deputies], and to my surprise, his name was already connected with ‘fake news.’”

According to Congressman Frota, Jeffrey Richard Nyquist has been loosed on Brazil’s Chamber of Deputies, “providing services” with a charge of “between $15 and $20 thousand” to manipulate social networks, to mobilize “digital militiamen,” to orchestrate a “far-right” revolution in Brazil.

Of course, Congressman Frota has named me — the author of this blog — of sitting at the center of a vast right-wing spiderweb. Indeed, T.S. Eliot was right to ask, “What will the spider do?” In the first instance, I challenge Congressman Frota to document these alleged Jeffrey sightings at the Chamber of Deputies. As a resident of America’s Pacific Northwest region he will find me as difficult to catch as my political associate, Bigfoot Sasquatch. The thick forests around Brasilia provide us with ample cover. Don’t be a little girl’s blouse, Congressman Frota. Lead an expedition into the real wilderness. Step away from that funhouse mirror. Set aside your paranoid projections. My flying saucer is parked in a clearing, covered in camouflage netting. I dare you to find me!

Happy hunting, Flota!

The “Impeachment” Fracas

No Apostle has ever doubted the future of his faith, and the socialists are persuaded of the approaching triumph of theirs. To the disciples of the new dogmas nothing appears more simple.

Gustave Le Bon

If socialism is a new kind of religion, if they must have power to save the downtrodden, if they are politically correct in word and deed, then they must have Donald Trump’s head.

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Little Red Riding Hood and the 2020 Election: Or, The False Grandmother

Once upon a time there lived a little girl in a village whose grandmother was running for President. Indeed, this grandmother was very political; so much so that she gave her beloved granddaughter a red cloak with a hoodie. Thus the girl came to be known as “Little Red Riding Hood.”

The grandmother liked the color red. In fact, she believed it was better to be Red than Dead. The grandmother was so fervent in this idea she imaged herself to be the spawn of Red Indians, which resulted in the grandmother’s political nickname — Pocahontas.

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