The Parallax Theater

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Just a reminder, Manson arrived at Boys Town in 1949 when he was 14 years old. His stay was very short, after four days
Manson and another resident disappeared.
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WASHINGTON, July 6 (Reuters)—A United States Navy spokesman categorically denied today a London newspaper
report of a program in which the Navy allegedly prepared convicted murderers to carry out assassinations.

The report in The Sunday Times was based on an Interview with a Navy staff psychologist, Lieut. Comdr. Thomas Narut,
in Oslo, Norway, where he delivered a paper on anxiety and stress at a conference sponsored by the North Atlantic Treaty
Organization.

Dr. Narut was quoted by a reporter, Peter Watson, as saying that the Navy training involved forcing men who were selected
for their “passive‐aggressive personalities” to watch Increasingly horrific films of killing and maiming so as to generate
detachment toward violence.

According to the newspaper, Dr. Narut said that Navy psychologists had picked men for commando‐type operations from
among submarine crews, paratroops and “convicted murderers from military prisons.” Dr. Narut said that the training took
place at the Navy Neuropsychiatric Laboratories in San Diego and at the United States Navy Hospital in Naples, Italy,
where the doctor works, according to The Sunday Times.

Asked about the repaint, a Navy spokesman in Washington said that he bad checked with the Naples and San Diego
facilities and had “talked to 40 people.” He said that he could make a categorical denial that men had ever been trained
as assassins at either center...'

NYTimes:

"Senate Report to Study Governmental Operations with Respect to Intelligence Activities"
Book I, page 401, April 1976.

'...Everything was beautiful until the insanity began.
The CIA got into the business of altering human behavior in 1947. "Project Paperclip," an arrangement made by CIA Director
Allen Dulles and Richard Helms, brought one thousand Nazi specialists and their families to the United States. They were
employed for military and civilian institutions.

Some Nazi doctors were brought to our hospitals and colleges to continue further experimentations on the brain.
American and German scientists, working with the CIA, then the military, started developing every possible method of controlling
the mind.

Lysergic Acid Diethylmide, LSD, was discovered at the Sandoz Laboratories, Basel, Switzerland, in 1939 by Albert Hoffman.
This LSD was pure. No other ingredients were added. The U.S. Army got interested in LSD for interrogation purposes in 1950.
After May, 1956, until 1975, the U.S. Army Intelligence and the U.S. Chemical Corps "experimented with hallucinogenic drugs."

The CIA and Army spent $26,501,446 "testing" LSD, code name EA 1729, and other chemical agents. Contracts went out to
forty-eight different institutions for testing. The CIA was part of these projects. They concealed their participation by contracting
to various colleges, hospitals, prisons, mental hospitals, and private foundations.

The LSD I will refer to is the same type of LSD that the CIA used because of the similarity of symptoms between their reports
and what happened to musicians or hippies after 1967. We shall be speaking of CIA-LSD, not pure LSD. Government agents
and the ability to cause permanent insanity, identical to schizophrenia, without physician or family knowing what happened
to the victim.

"No physical examination of the subject is required prior to the administration of LSD. A physician need not be present.
Physicians might be called for the hope they would make a diagnosis of mental-breakdown which would be useful in
discrediting the individual who was the subject of CIA interest. Richard Helms, CIA Director, argued that administering
drugs, including poisonous LSD, might be on individuals who are unwitting as this is the only realistic method of
maintaining the capability considering the intended operational use to influence human behavior as the operational
targets will certainly be unwitting."...'

MaeBrussell.com
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A different aspect of 'Operation Chaos'?

Operation Chaos by Matthew Sweet review – spies, Vietnam deserters and a cult of evil
A horribly readable account of the US military deserters who found asylum in Sweden during the Vietnam War, and
their group’s infiltration by the CIA



'It is almost forgotten now what a decisive role Sweden played in the Vietnam war. Even at the time, the armies doing
the fighting and the million or so Vietnamese doing the dying may have underestimated the importance Swedish public
opinion had on their struggle. But in Sweden it was never in doubt.

The starting point for this weird, sad, horribly readable story is the arrival in Stockholm in May 1968 of six misfit and
confused US deserters from the Vietnam war after they had been shepherded across the Soviet Union from Japan,
where a fishing vessel had smuggled them on to a Russian ship.

They had been transported across the USSR “on a current of vodka” and with women supplied by the KGB; they had even
been questioned by Yuri Andropov, later to rise to supreme power, and helped to make a propaganda film in which one of
them, according to Sweet’s account, who had been a ship’s cook and never landed in the country, gave wrenching testimony
of all the atrocities he and his unit had committed on the ground in Vietnam.

To progressive Swedish opinion at the time they were a demonstration of the country’s stand as a moral beacon for the world.
This was only six years after the death of Dag Hammarskiöld, the Swedish secretary general of the UN. The country still
thought of itself as the spearpoint of human progress. What the deserters made of it is rather harder to tell.

They seem to have had as little as possible to do with their Swedish hosts, except for the girlfriends they rapidly acquired.
There were already around 80 deserters in Sweden and the kind of high-minded patricians who had originally tried to help
them were relegated to the status of useful idiots.

Although Matthew Sweet gives a vivid account of the group’s arrival at Arlanda airport, where they gave a press conference
after expelling all the US press and wire services, I can find no trace of this in contemporary Swedish newspapers. The story
comes from the memoirs of one of the most resourceful of the group (and the only black man), Terry Whitmore, but the
archives of the two Stockholm morning papers record instead that the men were driven straight from their plane to a police
station, where they were held over the weekend while their papers were processed.

On the Monday, Bertil Svahnström, a distinguished former foreign correspondent and pacifist who ran the Swedish Vietnam
Committee, had arranged a press conference. But the men never turned up. They had been driven away by the American
Deserters Committee, an organisation whose funding, purposes and animating spirits are all shrouded in mystery.
Svahnström was left apologising to the media.
There is no contemporary record of the press conference that the book describes, either at the airport or anywhere else.

The difficulties of establishing even such a simple fact as when and where the deserters first spoke to the Swedish press
supply only a foretaste of the puzzles that Sweet explores.

The American Deserters Committee was of course infiltrated by the CIA, as well as by the Swedish security services and
presumably the KGB as well. The survivors Sweet has tracked down all believe they know who the spies were, and all
disagree. Most of the explanations are plausible.

Certainly they are far more plausible than the undisputed reality, which is that the core of the group who went to Stockholm
fell into the clutches of an American fantasist and convicted fraudster, who built a cult that endures to this day.

Cliff Gaddy, a deserter who reinvented himself as an expert on Vladimir Putin at the Brookings Institution, a respected
Washington thinktank. But none of them, not even Gaddy, are as unlikely as Lyndon LaRouche, the self-taught Marxist
who swept many of the deserters into his cult, and ended up running for president of the US eight times in a row.

The LaRouche cult was violent and paranoid. In the terminology of Dungeons and Dragons – a game whose worldview
is rather more realistic – its alignment was chaotic evil. Sweet describes a cult that taught, and teaches, that the British
empire is the greatest force for evil the world has ever known and that the Queen, Henry Kissinger and Olof Palme, the
assassinated prime minister of Sweden, are figures of transcendent wickedness.
Half a dozen deserters were swept up inside it and many remained there for decades.

I’m not sure that this was the intended effect, but I finished reading Operation Chaos with a bewildered admiration for the
unhappy spooks whose job it was to make sense of the people they spied on...'

The Guardian (Back Then!)

The Wild Rise of Lyndon LaRouche
What a conspiracy theorist, a Vietnam War deserter, and a Trump adviser have in common



'In March 1981, I delivered a comedy routine cum keynote address at a convention of Yippies. I asked the audience a rhetorical
question: "How would you like to be a Secret Service agent guarding Ronald Reagan, knowing that his vice president, George Bush,
is the former head of the CIA?" Satire would soon be outdistanced by reality: At the end of the month, John Hinckley shot the president,
hoping to impress the actress Jodie Foster and take her bowling.

On April 2, the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner quoted a dispatch from the New Solidarity International Press Service, an outfit run by
followers of the unlovable conspiracy theorist Lyndon LaRouche. "A group of terrorists and drug traffickers linked to Playboy magazine,"
it said, "met in New York City's Greenwich Village area and publicly discussed an assassination of President Ronald Reagan and
Vice-President George Bush.

The meeting, convened by the Yippie organization, featured former Playboy editor Paul Krassner and numerous individuals associated
with High Times magazine, Hustler magazine and the Chicago Sun-Times." I was scheduled to perform stand-up at Budd Friedman's
Improvisation Comedy Club in Hollywood the next month, and Friedman had asked me to try to get some advance publicity. "Paul,"
he told me after the report appeared, "that's not exactly what I meant."

My show went fine, but in July the LaRouchies escalated the attack by publishing a whole dossier on me. "In the early 1950s," it claimed,
"Paul Krassner was recruited to the stable of pornographers and 'social satirists' created and directed by the British Intelligence's chief
brainwashing facility, the Tavistock Institute, to deride and destroy laws and institutions of morality and human decency."
(For the record, I was never in England.)

Although LaRouche and I both taught at the Free University of New York in 1966, we didn't cross paths. Even then, he had his devoted fans:
One student there told me that "LaRouche presented the most credible, most articulate, and best-argued version of Marxist economics that
I ever heard." My own class was titled "Journalism and Satire and How to Tell the Difference."

Henry Holt and Company
LaRouche is a major character in Operation Chaos, the British journalist Matthew Sweet's account of some American deserters who made
their way to Stockholm at the height of the Vietnam War. But LaRouche wasn't a deserter himself, and he didn't live in Sweden—he was a
management consultant turned Trotskyist turned cult leader based in the United States. In the first half of the book, he's mostly offstage as
Sweet focuses on the fractious, fearful world the deserters made.

If a psychologist giving you a free-association test said "Vietnam War deserters," you would probably reply "Canada." But by 1968, more than
a thousand deserters and draft resisters had escaped to Sweden. Many of them formed an organization called the American Deserters Committee,
which soon devolved from a militant protest group into a sort of insane inadvertent satire.

Part of the problem involved the group's members, who weren't all high-minded anti-war idealists; many of them were just unstable, and they
seemed to have as much trouble functioning in exile as they did in the Army. Another part of the problem was the group's leader, a professional
translator named Michael Vale, who inflicted manipulative mind games on his followers in the name of "ego-stripping" and revolutionary purity.

And part of the problem was that the deserters were clearly under surveillance. When many of an organization's members are already damaged
people, and when their leader is already subjecting them to psychological abuse, it doesn't do anyone's sanity any favors to have actual good
reasons to suspect some of your comrades are spies. As Sweet interviews the men who fled to Stockholm, he finds that several still carry
suspicions about one another to this day—and he can't help wondering about some of them himself.

Sweet never quite solves the mystery of who was or wasn't a government agent, but he paints an engrossing portrait of a place and time where
such fears were rampant. Along the way, he follows threads that lead everywhere from a '70s Swedish soft-porn flick (a suspected infiltrator
among the deserters had a role in the movie as "The Mechanic") to a medical marijuana operation in Oregon, where one former member of
the American Deserters Committee is now both a pot grower and a devoted follower of the alt-right.

But the biggest thread, the one that essentially takes over the second half of the book, is the one that leads to Lyndon LaRouche.

As the '70s dawned, LaRouche was leading one of several would-be successor organizations that emerged from the wreckage of Students for
a Democratic Society following the club's chaotic 1969 convention. (Another offshoot was the Weather Underground, which soon commenced
a bombing campaign.) Vale found the man's spin on Marxism interesting and, hungry for allies, he moved the American Deserters Committee
into LaRouche's international orbit.

Vale soon discovered that he had paved the way for LaRouche to take over his crew of war deserters' lives. In Sweet's words, Vale "had stripped
them of their egos and, unwittingly, prepared them for servitude to another charismatic leader." He also learned that it's not easy for two cult
leaders to coexist in the same organization. LaRouche and Vale weren't able to work together for long—and once Vale was out of the fold, he
became a prominent villain in LaRouche's labyrinthine conspiracy theories, a man denounced as fervently as Henry Kissinger, Queen Elizabeth II,
and the LaRouche movement's other favorite demons.

Before long, LaRouche would be delivering an unnerving address in a shabby New York ballroom. The speech described a vast psy-war allegedly
designed by the CIA, one where trusted comrades are drugged, imprisoned, brainwashed, turned into programmed killers, and returned to their
friends as the unwitting vehicles of a murderous conspiracy. "We have the scoop," he said, "on one of the nastiest, most vicious CIA operations
—the brainwashing institutes of Sweden. It's a great place to go for a vacation. But don't eat anything, don't drink anything. You may not come
back a man, or a woman."

Paranoia can be contagious. "If I were to die without finishing this book," Sweet (who's still alive) eventually realizes, "then someone out there
would undoubtedly set up a Web page claiming that I'd been bumped off, by either the CIA, the Swedish secret services, or the bizarre political
group that had once counted many of my interviewees as its members—and would, by the time my research was concluded, come to regard
me as an enemy infiltrator. And that was when I knew I'd been swallowed by my own story."

LaRouche and his followers drastically revised their worldview several times, drifting from the radical left to the radical right in the process.
They spent most of 2016 mocking the Republican candidate for president, even recording a satirical song about him: "He's a festering pustule
on Satan's rump!/Don't you be a chump for Trump!" But when the reality star won, their tune changed. "Suddenly," Sweet recounts, "Donald
Trump was not, as had been previously thought, a maniac poised to legalize heroin and govern on behalf of Wall Street, but America's best
chance to defeat the British Empire and forge a new alliance with Russia."

Some of the old Stockholm deserters are still in the LaRouche fold, while others have departed. One of the departers, a mysterious man named
Clifford Gaddy, managed to move from the LaRouche network into a job at one of Washington's premier think tanks, the center-left Brookings
Institution, where he became known as an expert on Vladimir Putin. Gaddy even co-wrote a book on Russia with Fiona Hill, now an advisor to
the White House.

Hill was, Sweet notes, "a hawk on Putin and no fan of Trump," so her appointment to the administration was as puzzling as Gaddy's appointment
to Brookings. Also puzzling: Gaddy himself quietly left the think tank around the same time, and no one there would tell Sweet why.

Sweet attempts to interview Gaddy at a club in Georgetown, where he encounters the erstwhile Putin expert playing cello in a folk band. Gaddy's
wife shoos him away. "We have no interest in this," she tells him. "Do you respect that? Do you respect that? Do you respect that? Do you respect
that?"

Denied his interview, Sweet sticks around for the band's second set. Gaddy—the former deserter, former LaRouche acolyte, and possible former
spy—sits onstage singing a Leonard Cohen song: "Everybody knows that the dice are loaded / Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed / Everybody
knows the war is over / Everybody knows the good guys lost…"

Reason.com:


But where did it all begin...? Was it -as Mae Brussell suggested, a defeated country-less group of people brought over to the US after WWII to
offer their ideas on technology? Why...? They lost the war, these brilliant scientists were reported to have been forced by the Nazis to conjure-up
war-winning devices and yet failed.


What was it that was so important that 'Operation Overcast' and 'Paperclip' discovered, that was so vital to keep out of the Soviet's hands?
Rockets...? If that was the case -as Wikipedia points out:
'...Progress was greatly augmented by the reverse engineering of Nazi German technology captured by
westward-moving troops during the final days of World War II and the immediate period following,
though after 1947 their influence was marginal...' 

No, the Soviets were well on there way in the space-faring accomplishments, some of these scientists had something else up their lab-coat sleeves.
We know that medical knowledge vastly advanced when the Nazi experiments on humans were objectively researched by the Allies and appraisals
of the human mind and psyche were of a great interest. I can understand -but not agree with, the scientists looking into developing drugs and
treatment-methods for injuries and illnesses encountered in the field.

But when thinking about Josef Mengele's experiments on behalf of the dubious goal of 'racial inferiority', -research that focused on the mind,
such a quest would surely be scoffed at by his own superiors considering his guinea-pigs. The traditional belief is that some Romany Gypsies
have the gift of fortune-telling, twins allegedly having a strange psychic connection and the mentally-disabled could be suggested to perceive
the world differently... hardly ideal candidates when seeking evidence of a righteous racial-level of the Germanic population!

The mind was the real frontier for Mengele and I believe latter scientists took-up his search to find out what is going on between our ears.