Manson Lecture 13: Corn Pop … (Jan 30th, 1998)

MP3: https://dfgtc.org/mp3/20210315_Manson_Lectures_0013_Corn_Pop.mp3

That Senator Biden guy …

I was hunted by whale-masters, when the D’lingus Kings ruled Morgan Town. I kept my harlot trophies by the fire, and mistress fun was to be had. Your hair was green and fire and your body was wax and angle grease and old kelp pies. The seas were raucous and twisted and the waves swept you from my embrace.

I met smoking-Joe when I was still a coot wanderer, misplaced in this strange realm …

IT WAS 1962 … and the Soviets were gonna kill us … and MAN was in SPACE? … FUCK … space. We were up there, in rockets, looking for something – something we lost here on Earth long ago? Like some ancient fucking rock or emerald or necklace or crystal ball? – but I think we were up there, in space, looking for trouble …

SMOKING JOE aka PEDO JOE aka SLICK DICK aka Joe Biden was 20 years old then …

His eyes were a strange blue-gray, with a bloodshot tint that was too extent for his youth …

His hair was golden blond, and his legs had this magical kind of leg hair whereby in the SUN? – his leg hairs became incredibly blonde, white, alabaster, albino EAST COST WHITE GUY hairs … leg hairs which stunned people, children, small animals …

He had this weird gaze: he could stare at you, for hours, with those peepers … he was also a NARC. Working for the cops, informing …

In 1961, Smoking-Joe was caught with reefer, and hanging with 12 year old boys … he was going to be charged with possession, and lewdness, and potential child molestation charges … the FEDs gave him the options: a) Jail, b) Vietnam, OR c) WORK FOR US!

Joe worked for the FEDs, he monitored a gang called the “Romans”, and kept tabs on their shot caller: Willy Morris aka Billy Morris aka “CORN POP”.

Willy was moving “chili sauce”: a mixture of cocaine, LSD and refined THC extract. “Chili sauce” was bad, real bad … it drug you down the hole … folks were getting hooked on this shit up and down the eastern seaboard that summer, from Miami to FUCKING MAINE! Teenagers, succumbing to madness, chasing girls chasing boys chasing danger chasing the next CHEAP THRILL … one kid … on “chili sauce”? – murdered his whole family, chopped them up, put them in a large freezer and then drank a gallon of car polish … “chili sauce” was a concern.

A kid, a “Roman”, named Harry Winters? – he was doing “chili sauce” under the overpass in Wilmington (Delaware). He had a .357 magnum and 3 sticks of dynamite and one kilo of “chili sauce”. He was using and smoking and dancing and eventually he stripped down naked, taped the dynamite to his chest, and ran down the main street screaming “I AM KHRUSHCHEV’S SECRET LOVER!”

100 cops were deployed to stop Harry …

His body was tore up with bullets once the cops were done shooting …

So the FEDs needed somebody to help them break the “Romans”, to help them get “Corn Pop” and put a stop to the whole “chili sauce” trade …

This was the set up my brothers …

Old Times …

In olden times, folks looked different, greeted each other differently. If a man had his EYE on you? His evil EYE? – then you knew … you knew you had to beat that man and pummel his face and dump his body in the bay.

You would walk into a bar, and see a beautiful girl. She’d be drinking some crappy sugar drink and sipping the vodka chum, and smiling her miserable way through smeared lipstick and bad mascara. You’d look that girl in the eye … you’d say:

“Will you be my jergin flower if I am your sand crab priest?”, and her response would be a slap and some spit and some harsh words.

BUT STILL YOU PUSH FURTHER: “YOU ARE MY JERGIN FLOWER! MY WINDOW APE!”

And that girl would take a bottle, and break it off, and shove that fucker in your eye …

Joe and Pop would hang out at the same bar, they didn’t care about the women though … they were running boys. They both knew the other wanted control of the boys in Wilmington, and Joe had heard “Corn Pop” was one real “bad dude” … a tough mother fucker.

“Corn Pop” carried chain, 6 feet of heavy duty carbon steel chain … he would swing that fucking chain at you … wrapping around your neck … pulling out your life energy. After he was done taking out some crombo-freak with his chain, he’d take the body and feed it to the pigs at the “All Night Chinese Country Buffet” in Blunkton.

Joe and Pop, during the summer of 1962, hung out at that nasty bar … “Trina’s” … a dive … a place for sailors and hookers and drunk Catholic priests and old widowers with poisoned eyes and purple noses …

It was at “Trina’s” when “Corn Pop” decided to take JOE OUT …

Mexicali Pete, and CORN POP …

“Mexicali Pete” aka Pete Roberts aka Pedro Sanchez? – yeah, he’d been working the corner of 23rd and Yukon in Wilmington … it was his corner. He’d spin and sell and broadcast his wares … the local CHUD would line up for his cures. He’d sell the Chinese-elixirs and the gypsy spells and heroin and “chili sauce”.

Pedro was standing on that corner, working it … he wasn’t a “Roman”, but he was allied with “Corn Pop” and he had Pop’s protection.

Pedro had a kid brother, Hector …

Hector was 13 years old, and had been swimming at the Wilmington Community Pool that summer – and JOE had his eyes on him … Joe would ask him questions and buy him candy and sodas and tacos … Joe gave him money once to let him take a picture of Hector with his pants off.

One night, Hector came running up the street … crying.

“Pedro … that weird white guy grabbed my nuts …”

“What?”

“He went up to me at the pool, behind the changing room, cornered me … and he grabbed my nuts.”

Pedro believed in old school LATIN HONOR … he was an hombre … he was filled with machismo … he was a defender of his blood, his familia.

Pedro went to “Corn Pop” with what happened, and they both decided to “take that kiddy diddler pool lifeguard out” … so JOE was out … out of luck.

The brinkmanship …

That day?

That summer day in 1962?

That day that Joe Biden was on duty, spying for the FEDs?

“Corn Pop” and his crew found Joe, in the parking lot, after work. They knocked him to the ground, tied him up, smeared dog feces all over his face …

They beat Joe mercilessly, and “Corn Pop” pummeled him with that chain. After 3 hours of beating Joe “the pedo”, they took his whimpering body to the river and weighed him down with rocks and pieces of concrete and some steel plate nearby … they sat there on the bank of river, as the sun rose, and they just watched … making sure that body was gone.

Joe’s body was pulled under, and the rocks and metal plate didn’t stay fastened. Joe, barely alive, washed up near the CIA water training facility in Gordonville …

Body dumps …

Since the late 1940’s the CIA has had a water-training facility on the river in Gordonville. It was where they trained in water torture, and swimming, and drowning techniques and underwater knife fighting …

They had a makeshift body dump, dug in under the docks, where they kept alligators …

Biden’s body had washed up near the alligator fence, those damn things were snapping at his broken and twitching body. Joe was moaning and wailing and screaming like lost puppy or an abandoned calf … he was covered in blood and sewer grease and leeches and … and that wonderful blond hair on his legs … that was great.

Kendall Smith, CIA field agent and master torturer, found Biden that morning. Found that pathetic lump, that pedo-freak. Kendall took Biden into the changing shack, cleaned his wounds, slapped on bandages … and then they had a de-brief on “Corn Pop”.

FBI showed up to record Biden’s story, and they immediately released a BOLO for “Corn Pop” and an arrest warrant for conspiracy to commit … conspiracies … something the CIA really understood.

By the next day? – the “Romans” were surrounded in a bowling alley. After several hours of stand off and gun fire and the trading of vulgarity and insults … the local cops had a helicopter pilot drop 50 gallons of gasoline on that damn place … burning it to the ground with the “Romans” and “Corn Pop” and their families inside … folks near that place said is smelled like BBQ brisket for days after.

“Corn Pop” came running out of that bowling alley at the end … covered in sweat and blood and flames … packing two 1911 Colt sidearms … modified 30 round magazines in each pistol. He screamed and fired and yelled and shot and took out 5 cops … and then after taking several shotgun hits to the head, “Corn Pop” died …

This is what happens …

This is what the deal is …

This is the story of “Corn Pop”.

LSR Notes: 2/28/21

Cuomo: “Manson warned us …”

He’s sorry …

https://nypost.com/2021/02/28/cuomo-sorry-for-jokes-amid-sexual-harassment-claims/?utm_source=NYPTwitter&utm_medium=SocialFlow&utm_campaign=SocialFlow

Neo-Stalinism

I had a friend, who grew up in Hungary … He would tell me how cheap and crappy and plastic the red stars were, during commie days – the ones they would hang up all over the place.
Worn out and cheap …

(and I look around at the METRO bus stop signs?)

for a society of voting dingbats that always say “muh roads”? YOUR ROADS LOOK LIKE SHIT …

Gin Soaked Raisins!

The BIG TILT: The RESET happened a LONG time ago …

  1. THEY were doing EVERYTHING THEY wanted to do.
  2. THEY were stealing and enslaving and raping … men, women, children.
  3. THEY could have done this for another 1,000 years …

So don’t ask about the psyop called “reset” …

Ask why THEY would end all this?

The “Reset” is bullshit for the simple fact that LONG BEFORE the Covid-19 psyop they had achieved comprehensive control of EVERYTHING …

(that’s HOW they pulled this off)

(so what do you think the reset is again?)

I think “reset” is a stupid term for what is ACTUALLY coming … Remember pinball games?

Remember when you would try to manipulate them, by picking up a corner, but the “TILT” sensor would go off?

(yeah)

(we’re headed for the big “TILT”)

Thinking vs Drinking …

“Why would I drink today if I can think today?”

And then I remember: the thinking leads me to drinking …

And I meditate on “why would I drink today if I can think today?”

(and this never ends in my stinking maggot brain)

(and all old grievances are now explored for a whim)

Corn Pop …

LSR Notes: 2/27/21

Biden: “Where am who?”

Democrats demand 25th Amendment be applied to BIDEN …

Prediction: that TPTB are setting up a straw man in Biden. And he might not “die” to leave office: given the shit they are letting people see? – that the DEMOCRATS demand (with some GOP) the 25th Amendment be applied. So maybe Biden doesn’t have to die, just appear on TV.

Cuomo … (this did NOT age well)

Baby snatchers from above …

As of now I’m calling it:

I will read about a baby being snatched by a bald eagle some time in the next few months …

Joe Hopkins University …

“This amazing monocular telescope is taking the world by storm … made possible by a discovery at Joe Hopkins University …” – WTF …

Death …

I thought I might have had a stroke and died in 2015 (see video below) …

But now I think: I committed a time-crime and I’m living out my sentence in a generated reality matrix built into an undersea research station on Jupiter’s moon Europa …

LSR Notes: 2/26/21

Suicide by cop …

https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/crime/medical-examiner-identifies-man-fatally-shot-by-seattle-police-near-downtown-waterfront-last-week/

One neat trick …

It happens … it just does …

“Inadvertent consequential mishaps: they happen …” – Dr. Freckles

Goya’s Saturn: “Flatten the CURVE!”

MOAR EAGLES (soon CREAGLES) …

there goes another Bald Eagle … only 20 feet above my building … being chased by … or … more interesting? forming coalitions with the crow and the seagull and the pigeon … ???

(what are you up to bald eagles ….)

MY GOD!

THE BALD EAGLES ARE BUILDING DUMPSTER FIRE ARMIES FROM THE SKIES!

Lady Gaga’s Dog …

Theory: Lady Gaga’s dog was forced to do some really nasty ass South Park Mr. Slave Lemmiwinks bullshit … and the DOG RAN AWAY FROM HOME.

LSR Notes: 2/25/21

Fatalism

I’m not strictly a “fatalist”, but it’s hard to imagine this time, our time, in other terms. The fatalism of a 1940’s film noir classic, where some man or woman or couple are running down some dimly lit street, being chased by some unknown force … always looking back to see.