Others we only learn to like over time, as we get past a prickly surface, and annoying quirks to the core person.Sometimes we are totally fooled, for a while, anyway, which is what the professional sociopath is about.The Regen folks didn't strike me as likely culprits, frankly, and, since then, in point of fact, the cops have arrested a couple of other guys for the torchings who apparently had no connection at all to Regen.
Ironically, I had a dispute with a black neighbor over a continuously barking dog during that period.
So, here we have Sam, attending the premier forum for the advancement of freedom in modern history, culminating his trek with a visit to an Atlanta restaurant specializing in recreating a never-existed dream embodying the exact opposite, from the black children dressed in little knickerbockers - is that the correct term?
- uniforms, black with striping and little billed caps, exactly like one of those offensive little statues you used to see on people's lawns or by the front entrance, greeting the guests, to the entire panoply of a strange, twisted excuse for evil.
One of them was a plucky girl who would never have won any beauty contest, but got by on personality and brains, and would have made the perfect lover for me if I had been so lucky or had any sense way back around 1968. Laura was the kind of girl that guys have a special name for - a "real sweetheart." Meaning, a girl that could not conceive of deliberately hurting another living being. Just someone you could absolutely trust your life and honor to. Around 1970, again, and I came across a huddled group of her friends, weeping inconsolably.
I introduced her to pot, and was so blind that I skipped right by several references and ignored the patch over one eye as we smoked in my attic hideaway that one day. While she was on summer vacation from college, where she was barely surviving financially, as her family was far from wealthy, she was out driving with her five brothers when a drunk crossed over into her lane and hit them head-on, killing all six of them. Laura still lives in my memory and that of perhaps a couple dozen others.Now I hear today that Sam Konkin is gone, with whom I spent hundreds of hours, and much discussion and debate. A unique individual, as well as one of the really knowledgeable sources who had put all the background information on the BIG conspiracies of corporate fascism together.