Ed Buck: Major Democratic Party Donor and Depraved Sexual Predator

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Ed Buck was a wealthy self-proclaimed LGBTQ advocate and major donor to Democrat Party candidates and causes. Unbeknownst to those members of the powerful and influential circles with whom he regularly mingled, Buck was a dangerous and degenerate sexual deviant who preyed upon the most vulnerable in our society.

Born Edward Bernard Peter Buckmelter on August 24, 1954, to an affluent family in Steubenville, Ohio, young Eddie enjoyed a pleasant if not sheltered childhood. There seemed to be no indicators during Eddie’s childhood that might have led others to predict that one day he would become a criminal sexual predator. Shortly after his 16^th Birthday in 1970, Eddie boldly announced to his stunned, conservative parents, “…I am a homosexual.”

This came at a time when the American Psychiatric Association (APA) still maintained that homosexuality was a “mental disorder.” Further, within American society of that era, gay people were viewed unfavorably by the vast majority of the public. It was a daring proclamation for a teenaged boy to make at that time. After finishing high school, Eddie moved to Arizona where he attended and graduated from Phoenix College. A few years later, he purchased his friend’s courier service business out of bankruptcy with the assistance of his wealthy parents. He made a major success of the operation and sold the concern at an enormous profit. By this time, Eddie had changed his last name to “Buck.”

In November of 1986, Eddie became incensed when the populist conversative Republican, Evan Mecham was elected Governor of Arizona. In response to “those stupid voters” who chose Mecham, Eddie organized a committee to recall the Governor Elect. This action raised young Eddie’s profile on the political stage for the first time. Eddie was collecting signatures for the recall effort even before Mecham’s inauguration. The liberal Phoenix media fawned over Eddie, the “young gay man,” who was working to recall Evan Mecham. Eddie became a cause célèbres to Arizona liberals.

Yet not all of the media attention was favorable to Eddie. There were still some old-fashioned reporters who believed in doing their research. These types of journalists wanted to know a little more about Eddie and his background. They were unwilling to settle for a superficial interview to get a memorable soundbite or juicy quote.

Hence, when Eddie thrust himself into the eye of the media storm surrounding Evan Mecham, he naively failed to consider that certain embarrassing details about his own past conduct might be made public. Thus Eddie, who had become accustomed to adulation and puff from the press, was shocked one morning when he opened his newspaper to find stories about his recent legal problems.

Eddie it appeared, had been arrested for “public sexual indecency” in 1983. Yes, Eddie enjoyed having sex with men in public places. In a separate incident, he was indicted for “attempting to obtain a narcotic through fraud or deceit” when he tried to pass a fake prescription for Percocet. Eddie was also a prolific drug user. It soon became obvious to Arizonians that this guy was not all he or his media admirers claimed he was. While his crimes were not as serious as those which would later send him to prison, it was evident to most that Eddie was a person with serious character flaws. A couple of years later, Eddie would pull up his proverbial tent pegs and seek a more politically suitable climate. Sometime in 1988, Eddie quietly relocated to West Hollywood, California.

When West Hollywood or “WeHo” as the locals call it, was incorporated as a city in 1984. It was then known as the first “majority-gay municipality in the United States. It was no accident that Eddie decided to move there. The culture and political environment was far more favorable to him than that of Arizona in the 1980s. Eddie, who was already financially well off took on the persona of a LGBTQ advocate and made fast friends among the affluent WeHo gay community. Eddie also wasted no time in ingratiating himself to the California Democratic party and Democratic elected officials through his generous donations.

Eddie settled into a fashionable apartment on WeHo’s North Laurel Avenue. It was a quiet little place. Yet, Eddie didn’t exhibit the same bubbly social personality to his new neighbors, that he was known for when mixing with gay community leaders and Democratic Party officials. It was as if he did not want his new neighbors to know too much about him.

Eddie’s new neighbors in his apartment building eventually took notice of the heavy foot traffic moving in and out of his apartment late at night and during the wee hours of the morning. Some of these neighbors became concerned with the type of people coming and going out of Eddie’s place at those strange times. Many of Eddie’s “guests” looked a little, “rough around the edges,” according to one neighbor. The consensus among Eddie’s fellow building residents appeared to be that these frightening looking men posed a potential threat to their safety.

Although Ed Buck was well known by the WeHo elites and Democratic Party power brokers, the neighbors in his Laurel avenue apartment building knew little if anything about him. When a couple of Eddie’s neighbors mustered the pluck to ask him directly about the alarming late-night visits from his unkempt plebeian friends, Eddie offered an unflinchingly calm explanation with an apology.

“I’m so sorry. I’m a social worker,” Eddie lied then continued along in the following vein, “These are men in real need of my help as they’re struggling with an assortment of serious issues. They’re all really good men and quite harmless.”

A bold-faced lie, yes. However, Eddie undoubtedly found his use of deceit preferable to telling the truth, which might have sounded something like this, “Gee, I’m really sorry folks. The various drug dealers I use prefer to make their deliveries late at night. Also, I insist that the numerous vulnerable men of color whom I sexually exploit after getting them hooked on methamphetamine and other dangerous drugs, also show up in the wee hours after the illegal narcotics have arrived. Logistically speaking, it just works out so much better that way!”

As implausible as it may seem, Eddie’s neighbors bought the line about his being a “social worker.” Initially, there were no outward signs of Buck’s debauched character which would have given his neighbors cause for concern. After all, Buck seemed urbane, gentlemanly, and erudite. He dressed conservatively and was immaculately groomed- at least in public.

In his new fashionable WeHo life, he was a noted LGBTQ activist and a deep pocketed donor to liberal candidates and causes. Eddie had arrived. There would be no more puerile frauds to score drugs with a forged prescription or uncouth forays into cottaging (anonymous gay sex in public places). Eddie had learned from his youthful morasses with the police in Arizona.

Yet behind the closed doors and drawn curtains of apartment number 4 at 1234 North Laurel Avenue, Eddie had created his own erotic pleasure-dome. The swanky pad was attractively furnished and supplied with several plush abutted mattresses on the living room floor for late night fun. A large chest adorned a corner of the living room- Eddie’s little box of fun. Its contents included various sex toys, syringes, pipes, lighters, and plastic zip lock bags containing copious amounts different illicit drugs. The later provided by Eddie’s dealers who would discretely and courteously deliver his dope with the decorum of a luxury hotel concierge.

Eddie would spend hours online, perusing the various gay hook-up sites in search suitable sex partners. Eddie was finicky and would not compromise when picking his late-night guests. He had standards, don’t you know?

Eddie’s ideal playfellow had to be a fit and well-endowed black man who was experiencing problems in life which made him vulnerable. These vulnerable down-on their-luck men were usually homeless, unemployed, or going through other challenges. Eddie wanted men that he could exploit.

Eddie was known to offer certain inducements to otherwise reluctant sexual recruits. These included promises of drugs and at times, even cash and other gifts. Eddie was an old man after all and not particularly pleasing to eye. There was no reason for fit, attractive young men to share his company absent some kind of inducement. In this, Eddie crossed the line into illegality.

Soon, Eddie’s late-night sexual partners started arriving at his doorstep- one after the other. Punctually so, the same way his drug dealers did. At some point, more than one of Eddie’s partners became hooked on the types of drugs he was supplying and at times, injecting them with. Once his sexual partners became hooked, Buck must have soon realized that these men would do just about anything to get their next fix. This is where Eddie overstepped into outright exploitation, if not enslavement. It would be this perverse and licentious urge to sexually exploit others with the aid of drugs, which would later cause his downfall. Eddie enslaved his victims using the same techniques employed by human traffickers.

Enter 26-year-old Gemmel Moore, a gay black man with the looks and physique of a male model. In school, girls swooned over Gemmel. He was an accomplished ballroom dancer with a ready smile and a mentor to his four younger siblings. Before meeting Ed Buck, he was an occasional, recreational user of soft drugs. All of that changed after he met Eddie Buck.

At first, Eddie showered young Gemmel with money and gifts. He functioned as a faux mentor to the young attractive man who was naïve to the ways of society’s dark underbelly. He had never used methamphetamine before meeting Ed Buck. Not long after Eddie had gotten Gemmel addicted to Meth, Gemmel made the following entry in his diary:

“I have become addicted to drugs and the worst one at that…Ed Buck is the one to thank. He gave me my first injection.”

Once Gemmel was addicted, the relationship changed drastically. No longer was Eddie treating Gemmel in the fatherly, caring way as he had before. Now, Eddie the predatory master, gave only commands to his new slave. Gemmal, the handsome young man, with an infectious and engaging personality was transformed into a mere sex toy for Eddie’s depraved sexual perversions.

On July 27, 2017, Ed Buck injected Gemmel Moore with what would become a fatal overdose of methamphetamine. Abruptly, the friendly, radiant, kind young man, Gemmel Moore passed into the hereafter. Eddie called 9-1-1 but by the time law enforcement and the paramedics arrived, there was nothing that they could do for Gemmel aside from for placing his fresh corpse into a body bag.

The police gave Eddie’s apartment a cursory look through. They found drug paraphernalia and drug residue. It had to have been apparent to them that Eddie Buck himself was as high as a kite. Yet they took no action. No telephonic warrant requested to search the premises. No push for the significant details of what occurred. No arrest of Buck. Just another dead junkie, the police must have thought. The police officers summarily ruled that the tragic death of Gemmel was nothing more than an “accidental overdose.” In the media news cycle, Gemmel was reduced to a caricature as he was frequently referred to as a “young black drug addict.”

After a couple of days of media coverage, the story surrounding the heartbreaking death Gemmel Moore, faded into the obscurity. Sorry folks, the show’s over. Nothing more to see here. The media and citizens of the greater Los Angeles area had seemed to have forgotten all about Gemmel Moore, the “young black drug addict.” That all changed shortly thereafter, when Gemmel’s family uncovered his diary.

Gemmel’s diary laid out in vivid detail, how Eddie got him addicted to Meth and enslaved him. Upon discovering the troubling entries in Gemmel’s diary concerning the nature of his relationship with Eddie, his family began seeking the assistance of community leaders and elected officials for an investigation into the matter.. The authorities however, considered the issue closed and apart from a modicum of superficial lip service from them, nothing further was done.

About 18 months later, Eddie was exploiting another man. His name was Timothy Dean. Dean also a gay black man, was described by his numerous friends, family and colleagues as a “kind, generous, and well-liked person.” He had a naturally warm personality and was active in his community. He was passionate about “social causes.”

Timothy Dean was seen visiting Eddie’s WeHo apartment numerous times. On January 7, 2019, Eddie injected Dean with a large amount of Methamphetamine which cased Dean to die. For the second time in the past 18 months, the dead body of a gay black man was carted out of Eddie’s little house of horrors by the coroner. Again, the authorities failed to obtain a search warrant after arriving or for that matter or even charge Eddie with possession of illegal narcotics. Timothy Dean’s death like that of Gemmel Moore, was ruled an “accidental methamphetamine overdose.” Really?

The sad death of Timothy Dean caused no shortage of rage within the gay and black communities where he was known by many. The anger expressed by community leaders was quite understandable. Two vulnerable, gay black men died under suspicious circumstances in Eddie’s apartment over a relatively short period of time, yet the authorities seemed to have no interest in pursuing the matter. A well-organized campaign involving over a thousand people, was formed to seek justice for the two vulnerable men who died in Eddie’s living room. The cause received extensive media coverage.

So, a campaign for justice concerning the deaths of two down-on-their-luck, gay black men was formed and received widespread media coverage. The community was outraged over the matter. Naturally, the police immediately reopened their investigations into the deaths of the two men, obtained search warrants, and questioned Eddie Buck. Right?

Except, they did not. In fact, the police steadfastly maintained that the matter was closed. This made no sense to advocates for justice. Eddie, a wealthy white man, was an influential large donor to the Democratic Party, Democratic candidates and to progressive causes. West Hollywood, like all of Los Angels County, is a place run exclusively by liberal Democrats. This caused many to wonder if Eddie was being protected by those powerful Democratic politicians he donated so generously to.

The campaign for justice went on for over eight months with little to no action from the police. It seemed as though Eddie had a license to continue exploiting people. He undoubtedly must have thought as much because on September 4, 2019, he injected another man with an overdose of methamphetamine.

This third overdose victim was one Dane Brown. Brown was a 26-year-old gay black man whom Eddie met online. Eddie must have been quite smitten over young Dane Brown as in addition to offering him money, he invited the young man to take up residence with him in his upscale apartment. Shortly after Dane moved into the apartment, Eddie started regularly injecting him with Methamphetamine and would give him GHB, a date rape drug- both are highly addictive.

Gee whiz, Eddie wasn’t trying to get his youthful new roommate addicted to these dangerous drugs so he could enslave and exploit him, was he? Nah. For his part, Dane wasn’t apparently much for reading newspapers or watching television newscasts. Had he done so, he might have realized what a perilous predicament he was in, given his decision to shack-up with Eddie.

In the wee hours of September 4, 2019, Eddie injected Dane with multiple doses on Methamphetamine. A blood test later revealed that Brown had five times the amount of Methamphetamine in his system as either of two other men who had died previously in Buck’s apartment had in theirs. Was Eddie growing tired of Dane and thus, simply decided to kill him with an intentional overdose? We’ll never know and it would have been almost impossible to prove such an intent absent a confession from Eddie. What we do know is that after the third injection, Dane Brown stated he felt “nearly immobilized,” and believed that he was dying. It was reported that when he then asked Eddie to call the 9-1-1 to summon the paramedics, Eddie Buck cruelly refused to do so.

With every fiber of strength remaining in his body, Dane lurched out of the WeHo apartment and while trembling, sweating, and with a racing heart, stumbled away until he found a nearby payphone. He called the paramedics and the police. He was rushed to the hospital, and many consider it a miracle that he survived.

Dane Brown’s escape from the very clutches of death was the final nail in the proverbial coffin of Eddie Buck. This time there was a survivor. An eyewitness. One who could explain Eddie’s modus operandi. Eddie was arrested not long thereafter.

Interestingly enough, Eddie Buck was charged and tried in Federal Court. Several men were called as witnesses who had experienced Eddie’s creepy, evil hospitality. Yet the star witness was the young Dane Brown. It was Brown’s forthright and steady testimony which torpedoed the best efforts of the Eddie’s high-priced criminal defense lawyers. Brown’s harrowing ordeal as described in his own testimony, helped seal convictions against Eddie as follows: 1. Two counts of distribution of methamphetamine resulting in death. 2. Distribution of Methamphetamine. 3. Maintaining a drug-involved premises. 4. Enticing men to travel interstate for prostitution. 5. Providing drugs for compensation. 6. Using interstate Commerce to entice individuals to engage in prostitution.

Today, Eddie is living in Arizona again, where he first began his business career and political advocacy over 40 years ago. Eddie’s old stomping grounds in Phoenix have changed quite a bit since he last domiciled there in the 1980s. Yet, Eddie hardly notices the changes. In fact, Eddie never really gets around to seeing much of the city these days. That’s because Eddie’s new home is a drab, tiny prison cell in the United States Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) Phoenix. These days, Eddie is referred to as “Prisoner 44535-112” in the US penitentiary system.

Buck has a tentative release date of 2051. He would be around 97 years-old then. Hence, Eddie is essentially serving a life sentence. So, happy days, right? Justice served! Hip, hip hooray! Well, not really.

This story has a terribly tragic ending. Dane Brown, the young man whose testimony put Eddie away, would later become Buck’s last victim. It was Eddie who got him hooked on Meth. Dane was never able to shake that horrible, powerful addiction. He was found lying dead on a street last year in 2024. The victim of a Methamphetamine overdose. Sometimes there are tragedies in this cruel, upside-down world that will cause your soul to ache and send hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

Rest in Peace: Gemmel Moore, Timothy Dean and Dane Brown.

The George Jackson Brigade: Inept, Disorganized Criminals Possing as Communist Revolutionaries in a Laughable Comedy of Errors

Some have suggested that the formation of the George Jackson Brigade was life imitating art vis-à-vis Woody Allen’s 1968 mockumentary, Take the Money and Run. The comedy which was written, directed by and starring Woody Allen tells the story of the world’s most incompetent criminal. The George Jackson Brigade took themselves quite seriously even though law enforcement referred to them as, “a disorganized band of inept criminals spouting left-wing drivel to cover their criminal behavior.” In the drivel department, the gang’s very motto, “The power of the people is the force of life,” was a meaningless, sappy if not, nebulous slogan which underscored the groups impotence as a self-proclaimed revolutionary force.

The group used the name of one George Jackson, a vile black racist who never met a white person he didn’t hate. He hated them all, including the white gas station attendant, he murdered in cold blood for $71.00. Naturally, his dumb ass was quickly captured. George later received a life sentence for his $71.00 murder.

Tired of the newspapers characterizing him as essentially a low-life, reprehensible scumbag George, who had a grade school education, decided to take on the new and more series persona of a Black Power activist. How convenient. George’s bold rebranding strategy worked and soon white liberals were calling George a “political prisoner.” Suddenly, Little George wasn’t merely a murderous, small-time douchebag career criminal but, a new “hero” in “the protracted struggle against the white devil.” George knew he had finally arrived when liberal white women started writing love letters addressed to him in prison. Yippie Yi yay! Little George actually reveled in his newfound celebrity among the white, liberal America hating subculture.

Unlike the group of white Leftists who would name their revolutionary group after him, George actually possessed a minimum level of competence as a criminal. In 1970, George with two fellow Black Power inmates murdered Soledad Prison guard John V. Mills who had a wife and small children at home. Upon murdering Mills, Jackson crowed, “this is the fate awaiting all blue-eyed devils!”

Jackson was transferred to San Quintin Prison where we he was killed during a daring escape attempt. After being shot by a guard, the Black Power revolutionary’s last pathetic words, spoken over an outstretched arm were, “I’m sorry…help me.” Jackson collapsed into the hereafter and undoubtedly received his First-Class ticket to board the Hell Express. The world briefly became a better place at that moment.

George’s bona fides as a serious, hardened criminal were unquestionable. The George Jackson Brigade membership however, bore a resemblance to the bumbling outlaws in the 1975 film, Disney’s The Apple Dumpling Gang. Perhaps the FBI best described the George Jackson Brigade when they stated, “The GJB’s operations were often undermined by their own lack of precision and a disconnect between their stated revolutionary goals and the outcome of their actions.” Translation: The George Jackson Brigade members were blundering, incompetent criminals who botched almost ever capper they ever attempted, sometimes with tragic results. Think Inspector Clouseau leaving the Sûreté and undertaking a life of crime. The George Jackson Brigade was an amateurish collection of Leftist oddballs who were bumbling accident-prone, would-be criminals lurching blindly from one mistake ridden crises to the next. Examples:

The Safeway bombing: One of the most infamous examples was the group’s first failed operation in 1975 against a Safeway grocery store in Seattle. The brigade intended to plant an explosive device in the store by hiding a pipe bomb in a dog food bag. How ingenious. A Brigade member called in a nervous, confused voice to warn Safeway of the bomb but, the idiot dialed the wrong number and called the Washington Athletic Club instead.

A WAC employee answered the the phone with chirpy, “Good morning, thank you for calling the Washington Athletic Club.”

The Brigade member then bewilderedly asked, “Hello…is this Safeway?”

The WAC employee stated, “No, this is the Washington Athletic Club.”

The Brigade member then idiotically inquired with a follow up, “Do you possibly know the phone number to the Safeway?”

Without a phonebook and afraid to dial information for the Safeway phone number for fear his call could later be traced, the clueless revolutionary made no further attempts to warn Safeway. This proved to be a tragic mistake.

So, the George Jackson Brigade didn’t want the bomb to actually explode. They merely wanted to intimidate the community and show that they knew how to make an explosive device. Unfortunately, GJB members thought that they had placed a safety mechanism on the bomb to keep it from detonating. Unfortunately, their bomb safety mechanism didn’t work, and the bomb actually did explode. This resulting explosion injured some shoppers and generated a public backlash, severely damaging the group’s public image and exposing the recklessness of their methods. The GJB also became a bit of a running joke among the people of Seattle. The GJB was attempting to establish itself as a revolutionary forced to reckoned with- if not feared. Yet they made a very poor first impression and would forever be branded as “armatures.” Soon a series of, “How many George Jackson Brigade members does to take to plant a bomb…” jokes made the rounds.

One of the jokes to make the rounds was as follows:

One George Jackson Brigade member says to another while planting a bomb, “what will happen if this one explodes while we are installing it?”

The other George Jackson brigade responds:

“Don’t worry I’m carrying a spare!”

The Pacific National Bank Heist, Tukwila, WA. On January 23, 1976, four emboldened members of the GJB, John Sherman, Ed Mead, Bruce Seidel and John Cook walked into the Pacific National Bank. Seidel slipped the bank teller a misspelled robbery note with illegible penmanship.

“I’m sorry, what is this?” The teller asked. The confused bank teller couldn’t make heads or tails of the note.

“Would you just read it…please,” Seidel skittishly begged with sweat beads forming on his brow.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t read your handwriting, may I have your account number and some identification please?” The Teller requested.

“This…is a stick up… bitch!” A now very panicked Seidel screamed for all to hear then, brandished a gun.

The bank teller hit the alarm button and Seidel’s GJB accomplices drew their weapons as John Sherman admonished Seidel out loud to, “stick to the plan man!”

Mead and Cook ordered everyone to the ground. The luckless foursome had expected to be out of the bank within 60 seconds, yet it took much longer to collect the money than they had anticipated. Meanwhile, a couple of GJB members started rattling off leftist slogans for the edification of the bank’s customers, turning the capper into a briefly improvised 60’s style, teach-in. Despite the delay in gathering the money from the bank, the criminal’s ringleader, John Sherman, wasn’t too worried. The group had placed a number of bombs in local hotels that were expected to detonate during the planned robbery in order to divert local police resources away from the bank. Yet- surprise, surprise! – these diversionary bombs never detonated, and a group of local police officers arrived as the bungling criminals were exiting the bank.

John Sherman opened fire on the police. And the incompetent criminal foursome immediately received return fire. Founding GJB member Bruce Seidel was cut down when he attempted to squeeze off a round at the police. His gun didn’t fire, and things might have gone better for Seidel had he bothered to notice that his weapon was still in safety mode and further, that there was no round in the chamber. Sherman, who stood a few yards away from Seidel’s dead body, took a police officer’s bullet to his face. He dropped with his hands in the air and begged, “Please, no more! Don’t shoot!” Comrade Che would have been proud.

The Downfall. The GJB continued their streak of incompetent robberies and other criminal capers until they were all captured and an sent away to prison. One FBI agent perhaps summed up the unclimactic end of the GJB best, “They never got any better at it (crime). They never improved or learned from their mistakes. It was always one bungled job after the next.”

With the GJB members all in prison, some area residents lamented about the loss of the comedic fodder they enjoyed so much from the GJB’s prolific blunders. The George Jackson Brigade jokes soon became just an old memory for those who lived through that time. Virtually all of the GJB members are dead now. Most were released from prison before they died. In the end, one should ask, What if anything did the George Jackson Brigade accomplish?

The answer is simply this: Apart from the comedic entertainment inspired by their doomed foray into criminality which so many enjoyed, they accomplished nothing.

The 1960s Hippie-Esque Mutiny Aboard the Navy Destroyer USS Vance (DE-387)

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Lieutenant Commander Marcus Aurelius Arnheiter Testifies Before Congress

“The Caine is an old, tired ship,” explained Navy Lieutenant Commander William De Vriess to Ensign Willie Keith in the novel, The Caine Mutiny. Those same words would have been an accurate description of the USS Vance an Escort Destroyer, on December 22, 1965, when the US Navy sent one of its up-and-coming officers with a stellar record, to take command of the Vance (DE-387). Who was that officer? His name was Lieutenant Commander Marcus Aurelius Arnheiter, a graduate of the United States Navay Academy who had been promoted to Lieutenant Commander ahead of his peers in July of 1962 based on his outstanding record. He was considered a strong contender for another “below the zone” or early promotion to Commander after his tour as the skipper of the USS Vance. Arnheiter enjoyed a reputation as being “intelligent, well-spoken and full of energy.” He had been previously praised for his outstanding service as an officer aboard the battleship, USS Iowa. After his stint on the Iowa, Arnheiter provided intelligence briefings and analysis to the Navy’s top leadership at the Pentagon- a plum staff assignment reserved for high performing officers. Arnheiter had caught the eye of more than one Admiral in this assignment and on his last Officer Fitness Report (NAVPERS 310) was considered one who showed the potential to serve at the “highest echelons of the US Navy’s command structure.”

That “old, tired ship” the USS Vance, was an underperforming vessel with morale problems. It wasn’t that the crew was bad. As is most often the case, the morale problems aboard the USS Vance stemmed from a lack of strong leadership. The Navy’s top brass thought sending in an officer of Anteiter’s high caliber would retore morale and high-performance levels on the Vance. On the eve of his taking command of the Vance, Arnheiter received a congratulatory telegram from Navy Chief of Operations, Admiral David L. McDonald.

After assuming command of the USS Vance, Arnheiter noticed as he was warned, that the destroyer was in lackluster shape- The aging WWII vintage ship was viewed by many of the enlisted crew as an outdated “beaten-up old tub.” The previous lack of proper leadership had caused discipline on the Vance to become lax, and the ship had deteriorated into a messy, cluttered heap with patches of rust. The old destroyer seemed to be in constant need of repair. Many of the Vance’s officers appeared to have a lackadaisical attitude toward their duties. Shortly after the official Change of Command ceremony onboard the Vance, Arnheiter met with his officers in the destroyer’s wardroom and informed those junior officers that significant changes needed to be made right away. It all made sense- right? A new captain comes aboard a troubled, floundering ship and insists on making changes. For Lieutenant Commander Marcus Aurelius Arnheiter, this is where his problems would begin.

Of the Vance’s fifteen officers among the crew of over 100 men, Arnheiter was the only Regular Navy Officer. The rest held Navy reserve Commissions and most seemed to have done ROTC in college to avoid eventually being drafted into the Army. By and large, they were not career offices as Arnheiter was. The Vance was one of the destroyers to participate in Operation Market Time, the Navy’s effort to prevent seaborne infiltration from the Viet Cong along the South Vietnamese coast as well as the interdiction of maritime vessels carrying weapons and military supplies for the same. Most of the officers on the Vance seemed to be just marking time and appeared to lack enthusiasm for their important mission. Many of these junior officers aboard the Vance set a poor example for the rated enlisted sailors who comprised the crew. Arnheiter put his foot down and insisted that his officers be clean shaven and that they be in the proper uniform while the destroyer was underway. Arnheiter demanded that his officers set the proper example for the enlisted sailors in their charge.

The grumbling and disdain these officers held for Arnheiter began shortly after they were told to clean up. Arnheiter would conduct meetings with his officers geared toward improving morale aboard the Vance. They were pep talks in a way, and all Captains of ships in the Navy did them and still do. Arnheiter would sometimes open these meetings with his junior officers by reading a prayer from the United States Naval Institute’s book, Prayer’s at Sea. The recitation of such prayers was not uncommon in the 1960s US Navy. He would also use examples of famous American fighting men from history to motivate his mostly unenthusiastic officers to improve and set high personal standards. This was customary for a Captain to do at the time. Some of his liberal officers took offense over Arnheiter’s daring to recite prayers from the Navel institute book and took their grievances to a handpicked and wild-eyed, liberal Navy Chaplin in a letter of complaint. The Chaplin, a Roman Catholic seemed more interested in what we might call today “woke social justice,” than in promulgating the Gospel of Jesus Christ or for that matter, the mission of the military.

Arnheiter was singled mindedly driven to turn the Vance around. Most of the enlisted sailors were happy to see higher standards and discipline being enforced. Sailors, like all other servicemen desire to serve in an organization or on a ship that they can take pride in and reflects highly upon them and their work.

Among most of the Vance’s junior officers, the story seemed to be quite different. These individuals were serving their time in a relatively safe and comfortable environment compared the Marines and Army soldiers fighting in Vietnam. The junior officers onboard the Vance were simply biding their time until they were released back into the civilian world where they could pursue their intended careers or professions. They seemed to have no problem with the slack ship. In short a rebellion was forming onboard the Vance. A mutiny of sorts. History shows us that almost all mutinies on naval ships are from “below deck.” This meaning that it is almost always the enlisted sailors who rebel against their Captain and the other officers. Here, however it seems this cowardly if not strangely passive aggressive mutiny, was the product of the rebellious atheistic liberal streak among a number of the Vance’s junior officers who seemed to have other places they would rather be than serving their country in a war zone.

These rebellious officers created a “Mad Marcus” logbook to write down their collective complaints against and jokes about their accomplished commander. It should be noted that this act alone was sufficient to have these men charged with military Non-Judicial Punishment or even a Courts Martial for both disrespect to a superior officer as well as insubordinate conduct unbecoming a Naval officer. Article 89 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice dictates that “Any person…who behaves with disrespect toward his superior commissioned officer shall be punished as a court martial shall direct. This cabal of disgruntled officers made it their new life’s mission to take their Captain down for no other reason that he wanted to clean up the USS Vance.

The letter written by some of the officers serving on the Vance was acted upon by the liberal Chaplin stationed in Pearl Harbor. This Catholic Chaplin stubbornly hounded the chain of command until finally they relented and decided to send another Chaplin handpicked by the liberal Catholic Chaplin, to visit the USS Vance to take a sensing of the command climate.

This very liberal Protestant Chaplin with under six months of Navy service and who was the choice of the liberal catholic Chaplin, first met with the group of disgruntled junior officers onboard the Vance. One must keep in mind that at this point, nobody was denying that drastic and positive changes were happening on the USS Vance. Standards were restored. Morale was up. The destroyer no longer “looked like a heap” and the enlisted crew members were performing well and once again took pride in their ship.

Despite the positive turnaround, the disgruntled junior officers leveled complaint after complaint against Arnheiter to the young investigating Chaplin- most of which amounted to a subjective analysis of the job their Captain was doing. Finally, when the rookie Chaplin asked them to file written charges against Arnheiter they all, to a man, balked. How odd. Later, several senior Petty Officers (NCOs) where interviewed by the investigating Chaplin. Those Petty Officers expressed admiration for the work Arnheiter was doing in turning the ship around and reported no major disgruntlement among the enlisted sailors. The Chaplin later issued his report. Case over. Issue resolved. Right?

Unfortunately, no. In his report, the young investigating Chaplin took the information provided by the mutinous officers and he ran with it. He added his own ill-informed, progressive 1960s esque opinions of the overall situation. He then took a bizarre step further and compared the junior officer’s refusal to obey Arnheiter’s orders as akin to the duty of refusal imputed the defendants at the Nuremberg War Crimes Trials. Yes, really. “I was only following orders” would be no excuse for obeying the evil tyrant Arnheiter.

After a successful combat operations off the coast of South Vietnam, the USS Vance arrived in Subic Bay, The Philippines. At exactly 8:00 PM that evening, a Navy Commadore boarded the USS Vance, located Lieutenant Commander Arnheiter and informed him that he had been relieved of command pending an investigation. Arnheiter, the destroyer Captain with an impeccable military record now out of the blue, faced a ruined career and professional humiliation over the malicious accusations of a faction of disgruntled and indolent junior officers who resented the discipline and high standards enforced by the Captain who they referred to as a “lifer,” a derogatory name for a career officer. Arnheiter had been Captain of the Vance for only 99 days.

Shortly after Arnheiter left the Vance, some of the disgruntled officers began circulating against Navy regulations, spurious documents and drawings mocking their former skipper. Many of the Petty Officers aboard the Vance where appalled by the sophomoric antics of these junior Commissioned Officers. This bound collection of vulgar descriptions and vile caricatures of Arnheiter took on the very trappings up of stateside subversive hippie style counterculture magazines peddled in 1960s San Francisco. This alone should have had these young impudent officers placed before a courts martial.

There were initial concerns over the way Arnheiter was relieved of command given that Navy regulations called for such accusations like those made by some of his junior officers to be delivered in writing to the Captain while affording him an opportunity to respond. Instead, a brief hearing was conducted after Arnheiter was relived. Witnesses were called who were both favorable and unfavorable toward Arnheiter. In the end, the single senior officer presiding over the hearing for some inexplicable reason, sided with the junior officers over the objections of the NCOs and the decision to relive Lieutenant Commander Arnheiter was sustained. Arnheiter faced a rush to judgment, and this perfunctory and brief hearing constituted a denial of his right to due process.

The hearing officer forwarded his findings of this hastily conducted proceeding to the commander of the Pacific Cruiser-Destroyer Force Rear Admiral Walter H. Baumberger, for his approval. Baumberger was shocked over the entire proceeding which he believed amounted to trivial and unfounded charges by a group of disgruntled and unprofessional junior officers. He dismissed all of the numerous charges against Arnheiter save three which he marked as “insignificant or frivolous.” Further, Admiral Baumberger wanted answers as to why this superb naval officer with an impeccable record was subjected to the humiliating act of being whisked away from his ship and run through what amounted to an “improper, non-regulation kangaroo court.” Baumberger saw the rebellious attitudes of 1960s American university students seeping into the minds of certain junior officers who were themselves, recent college graduates.

Again, for some unexplained reason, the Navy Department of Personal overruled Admiral Baumberger and reinstated the relieve for cause order against Arnheiter. For his part, Arnheiter didn’t give up. With more information having been provided to him by the mostly loyal enlisted crew, Arnheiter was able to present a complete picture through this additional evidence, of the concerted effort on the part of a faction of junior officers to subvert his authority on the ship and thwart his efforts to retore discipline and high standards of conduct aboard the Vance. The picture painted indicated that the wrong man had been punished. The documented evidence of these junior officer’s attempts to “covertly sabotage” Arnheiter’s efforts to rehabilitate the USS Vance, were provided to the Secretary of the Navy.

Perhaps the gist of the situation was best explained by one of the Vance’s senior Petty Officers in his declaration, “The trouble was that people (junior officers) had been too used to being lazy and didn’t want to change. As soon as he (Arnheiter) left, everything slumped again.”

The Commander of the Battleship USS New Jersey, Captain Alexander had read the charges against Arnheiter and sent a letter to the Secretary of the Navy in support of Arnheiter. Soon, the issue reached the hallowed halls of the US Congress. The House Armed Services Committee took up Arnheiter’s cause, and five days of hearings were held which essentially lambasted the Navy’s actions in summarily relieving Arnheiter. The Committee Chairman and other members of congress sent a letter to the Secretary of the Navy demanding Arnheiter’s reinstatement and disciplinary action against the mutinous junior officers abord the USS Vance. In all, 88 members of the United States Congress signed a petition to the Secretary of the Navy asking for Arnheiter to be reinstated and for the unseemly blot on his otherwise impeccable career to be removed. Yet, no action was taken.

Perhaps this talented and dedicated naval officer was the first unjustly persecuted victim in what today is known as the “cancel culture.”

Kenneth Anger: The Avant-Garde Exploitation Filmmaker

August 18, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Uncategorized Tags: Bobby Beausoleil, Charles Manson, film, Filmaker Kenneth Anger, Fireworks (1947), Gary Hinman, history, Hollywood Babylon, Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1955), Invocation of my Demon Brother, Ken Anger, Ken Anger antisemitic, Ken Anger racist, Kenneth Anger, Kenneth Anger and Adolph HItler, Kenneth Anger and Andy Warhol, Kenneth Anger and Bobby Beausoleil, Kenneth Anger and Charles Manson, Kenneth Anger antisemetic, Kenneth Anger Bigot, Kenneth Anger Devil Worshiper, Kenneth Anger exploitation, Kenneth Anger Exploitation Filmmaker, Kenneth Anger gay, Kenneth Anger hated Andy Warhol, Kenneth Anger hated Jews, Kenneth Anger Hollywood Babylon, Kenneth Anger Lucifer, Kenneth Anger Lucifer Tattoo, Kenneth Anger Nazi, Kenneth Anger Racist, Kenneth Anger Rude, Kenneth Anger Satanic, Kenneth Anger Satanism, Kenneth Anger Satanist, Kenneth Anger the Manson Family, Kustom Kar Kommandos, Lucifer Rising (1972), Manson Family, Mary Brunner, movies, Puce Moment (1949), Rabbit's Moon (1950), reviews, Scorpio Rising (1964), Susan Atkins, writing Leave a comment

Kenneth Anger (1927-2023) was a gay underground filmmaker. He was also handsome, talented, cultured, intelligent, erudite, petty, narcissistic, prickly, rude, antisemitic, racist and a card-carrying Satanist as well as a prolific if not a pathological liar. When he died in 2023 at the age of 96, he hadn’t made a real film of any kind since Richard Nixon was President- over 50 years prior. So, the logical question follows, why is this guy celebrated by anyone?

Anger made only silent movies (no dialogue, just musical scores). His films were chalked with homoerotic, and Satanic themes as well as at times, Nazi imagery and symbols. He seemed to have had a gay fetish over muscular Nazi uniformed men, clad in black leather. I wonder if anyone had ever bothered to tell Mr. Anger that, had he lived in Nazi Germany and flaunted his homosexuality there as he did in America, some predatorily grinning, jack-booted, Nazi thug would have slapped a pink Star of David on his lapel and tossed him into the first open railroad cattle car destined for Treblinka?

So, let’s begin by addressing Mr. Anger’s racism and bigotry. Anger glorified Nazism in his peculiarly weird film, Scorpio Rising (1964) and others. When challenged on this, he upped the ante by making antisemitic remarks which are unfit to print here and further stated that, “on black people, I’m somewhere to the right of the KKK.” Anger was known for his antisemitic tirades. He paid the price for this once after going on a drug fueled antisemitic rant in Manhattan’s gay West Greenwich Village one evening the 1980s. His diatribe reached the ears of the wrong Jew who pummeled Anger in response. Yet, the brutal ass whipping Anger suffered would do little to deter him from making future antisemitic and racist outbursts.

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” Sir Walter Scott.

Let’s face it, we all tell lies at some point in our lives. Sometimes the lies we tell are big. Sometimes they’re small little “white lies.” As for Kenneth Anger, he had a history of telling some real whoppers. Especially so, when those lies could advance his career or reward him financially. By way of example, for most of his life he claimed to have played the role of the Changeling Prince in the major 1935 Hollywood film, A Midsummer Night Dream. Yet all associated with this motion picture who were still alive, refuted these claims. The Film’s production records including daily cast calls, time sheet logs and payroll ledgers all dispute this as well. In reality, the role of the of the Changeling Prince was played by child actress Sheila Brown. Confronted with this, Anger still refused to back down and falsely insisted to his dying day, that he played the role when he obviously did not.

If at first you don’t succeed, lie, lie again. In order to dig himself out of a financial hole, Mr. Anger wrote a book titled Hollywood Babylon (1959). The book seemed to consist primarily of unfounded rumors and yarns Anger had heard over the years, in Hollywood’s gay drinking establishments and on the bath house circuit. There would be one follow up book that was published in 1984 titled Hollywood Babylon II. Both books were full of sensationalist lies and made-up anecdotes. In its review, the New York Times said of it, “If a book such as this can be said to have charm, it lies in the fact that here is a book without one single redeeming merit.” The Daily Beast described Anger’s book as “essentially a work of fiction.” There is no doubt that many—if not all—of the stories Anger shares in his slim bible have no merit.” Film historian Kevin Brownlow repeatedly criticized the book, citing Anger lies by writing that his research appeared to have been done through “mental telepathy, mostly.”

Both books resulted in lawsuits from various celebrities named in the works. Despite this, Anger was able to secure a publisher for Hollywood Babylon III which was scheduled to be published in 2015. However, that publisher backed out and refused to print the work as Kenneth Anger couldn’t substantiate the sensationalist claims he had made in his manuscript. Further, the publisher was receiving litigation threats from law firms representing Tom Cruise and other Hollywood heavyweights. Throughout his life, Anger demonstrated an enthusiastic willingness to lie and an overarching propensity to exploit the shortcomings and tragedies of others. The Hollywood Babylon series of books were not his first nor last attempt to do so.

A little exploitation with your coffee, Mr. Anger? While filming Scorpio Rising (1964) Anger was shooting some “B-roll” of a 1963 motocross race. Then, right before his camera lens, a motorcyclist took a turn too sharply causing him to be thrown from his bike where he landed on his shoulder and neck as his family and friends looked on in horror. He likely died instantly. Yet Anger was giddy over the unanticipated development. Anger saw an opportunity to exploit the recorded death of this man à la the later unrelated film, Faces of Death (1978) made by John Alan Schwartz. This, in order to gain a larger audience for his movie. The hapless motorcyclist was not part of the motorcycle gang which Anger was documenting in his film, and he was in no way related to the film’s theme or plot. He was only included in the picture because he died, and because his death was inadvertently captured on Anger’s 16mm motion picture camera. Today, this unfortunate man’s children have the ability to relive their father’s horrific death- with the footage remastered in clear, vivid color. How classy of you, Kenneth. In response to the heavy criticism over using the man’s death in his film, Anger callously retorted, “Look, I’m sorry the guy died but, it’s not like I tripped him.”

Anger was all too happy to work with part-time musician and full-time Charles Manson “family member,” Bobby Beausoleil. Beausoleil was doing a life sentence in a California penitentiary for the 1969 murder of a small-fry drug dealer and UCLA PhD candidate, named Gary Hinman who was also a “friend of the Manson family.” In fact, Kenneth Anger was known by the Manson family as well, and he was on friendly terms with Bobby Beausoleil, who occasionally supplied Anger with drugs.

At Gary Hinman’s home on July 27, 1969, Charles Manson got the homicidal party started when he lopped off one of Hinman’s ears with a sword. He then exited the “scene” and left Beausoleil to kill Hinman with the assistance of a couple of female family members- Susan Atkins and Mary Brunner. Hinman died an anguishing, torturous death. As he was being mortality stabbed multiple times by Beausoleil, Hinman began reciting a Buddhist chant. This seemed to only fuel the bloodlust of Beausoleil and his cohorts Atkins and Brunner, who all took turns smothering Hineman with a pillow until he finally died.

After Hineman passed into the hereafter, one or more of the Manson family threesome, gruesomely used his blood to write slogans on the wall similar to what Manson family members would later do the following month, during the Tate-LaBianca murders. None of this appeared to bother Kenneth Anger in the least.

Anger was working on his own personal magnus opus in the early 1970s, Lucifer Rising (1972). At that time, Manson and his family were still as topical as ever. There were talk shows, documentaries, television interviews, magazine features and even motion pictures about the Manson family. Most people however, wouldn’t have had anything to do with Charles Manson or his sycophantic followers personally. However, the same could not be said of Kenny “Exploitation” Anger.

“What a great idea I have to get people talking about my upcoming film. I’ll use Manson family member Bobby Beausoleil to do the musical score from prison!” Anger never spoke these preceding words aloud but undoubtedly he harbored these very thoughts. To think otherwise, would be naivety personified.

There were only a thousand or so competent composers and musicians offering their services to score films at the time. Does anyone truly believe Anger went through the list and upon finding no composers to his liking, barked to his assistant, “To hell with Jerry Goldsmith and Henry Mancini! Get me that Manson family kid in prison for murder! Beausoleil is clearly the best man for the job!”

Kenny indeed offered the job to Bobby Beausoleil and in so doing, exploited the Manson family infamy to gain publicity for his film. His self-promoting gimmickry dishonored the Manson family’s victims and proverbially speaking, he spat in the face of those victims’ still grieving family members. Perhaps Anger chose Beausoleil to score his film only because Charlie Manson, also a musician, was unavailable due to his being on San Quentin’s death row at the time. As expected, there was an uproar from segments of the media and a sizable portion of the public voiced outrage over Anger’s collaboration with the convicted Manson family murderer.

Yet, apart from getting copious publicity for the film, there was no financial windfall for Anger. His type of iniquitous works were not deemed fit for screening in mainstream cinemas of the era, and the Television stations of the day wouldn’t have touched him or his revolting “art,” even while wearing rubber gloves.

The film garnered no money to speak of, and it was a financial disaster both for Anger and its luckless distributors. It would be Anger’s last real film. His swan song. Nobody was willing to give him so much as a dime for his film projects thereafter.

Bitter over the film industry’s rejection of him, Anger would express unhinged rage toward other so-called avant-garde filmmakers- particularly Andy Warhol. Anger frequently exhibited hatred and professional jealousy over Warhol’s success in the medium of unconventional filmmaking. In 1980, likely during a during what had to have been a drug-induced rage, Kenneth Anger went up to Warhol’s townhouse house in Manhattan and threw paint on the front door while screaming profanities directed at Warhol. The problem for Anger was that the house was vacant. Warhol had moved out the month before. Again, Kenny was a day late and a dollar short- a recurring theme throughout his life.

Kenneth Anger was an odd, snarky old queen who never seemed to have met a single soul that he didn’t look down on. Anger had about as much humor in him as one might expect to find in perusing the Warren Commission Report. He always seemed to have a derogatory little quip on hand about everyone he ever encountered in his life. Never willing to accept his place on the outermost fringes of Hollywood, he placed himself on high as the ill-natured Judge of every person of importance in the film industry and beyond. Yet, his own shortcomings of charter were almost always more profound than of those he criticized.

He had no friends to speak of, only those unfortunate people who came into his life and of whom he could use for money, a place to stay or for free drugs. His own siblings despised him and as Anger disclosed in a 2013 interview with The Guardian, his older sister Jean referred to him as the “BCA or Birth Control Accident” child. He died as he lived most of his adult life, financially broke. During the last two decades of his existence, he resided in a modest apartment in his beloved Hollywood, which was located at 5533 Hollywood Blvd, Apt 434, Los Angeles, CA 90028.

So, circling back to my original question, why is this guy celebrated by anyone? Why do certain young people today make this prolific liar, antisemite, bigot, racist, exploiter, and doper into a cause célèbre?

Perhaps it’s all as simple as Sun Tzu once wrote over 2,500 years ago, “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Mr. Anger made controversial, homoerotic films with Nazi and Satanic symbolism. All an anathema to the large conservative, Christian segment of the American society of his time and still today. The Left is always looking for allies and heroes in their war against American culture and its large conservative Christian element. In so doing they have been consistently willing to ignore the vilest of shortcomings in the people they make alliances with or in the case of Kenneth Anger, heroes of.

Herman “The Butcher” Marks: An American Deviant Sex Offender and Violent Career Criminal who became Castro’s Chief Executioner

March 9, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Uncategorized Tags: Americans in Castro Army, Americans in Cuban revolution, Captain Herman Marks, CHE GUEVARA, CUBA, Cuban Executions, FIDEL CASTRO, Fuego, Fulgencio Batista, Herman Marks, history, La Cabana fortress, politics, The Butcher of Havana, travel, Waupun Prison Leave a comment

Herman Marks was born into a working-class family in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on August 1, 1921. Marks was a sexual deviant with an overriding compulsion to rape underaged girls- the younger the better, as he saw it. His propensity toward violent crime began in his early teens, and for the remainder of his life thereafter, he robbed, rapped, stole and brutally beat any hapless victim he could exploit when the opportunity presented itself. He was a loner and certified psychopath. When Herman was not committing violent felonies, he would drink, smoke, sniff, swallow or inject any illegal narcotic he could place his dirty little hands on. He had a grade school education and a creepy demeanor which repelled just about everyone he ever came in contact with. These credentials would later make him an ideal candidate for recruitment into Fidel Casto’s murderous, Communist guerrilla army in Cuba.

His last prison stretch was in Wisconsin’s Waupun State Penitentiary. A prison which was then set aside for the most violent and hardened of Wisconsin’s criminals. Upon learning of his assignment to Waupun, Herman naively assumed that he would fit right in and make fast friends among his fellow deviants. Unfortunately, Herman wasn’t particularly well received by his fellow convicts in Waupun. This was primarily for two reasons: First, the other inmates found him to be a “weirdo” in the extreme. Second, it was learned by the offender population that Herman was doing time for the rape of a sixteen-year-old girl which caused Marks to be branded in prison slang, as a “Broad Jumper.” Even prison Warden, John C. Burke would later describe Herman Marks as, “a real stinker.” This was no small distinction given the many other notorious and profoundly disturbed prisoners who were also incarcerated at Waupun then.

Marks acted like a tough guy when he was loose on the street brutalizing the elderly, women, teenaged girls and others weaker than him. In maximum-security prison, his tune changed. Once Marks’ profile was raised from his later activity in Cuba, journalists began seeking out interviews with those who knew him from before his nefarious deeds in service to Castro. One such person was Mathew “Matty” Brown who had served time with Marks in Waupun. Brown remarked:

“He (Marks) didn’t look like a punk. I mean, he had a good build. But all fish (new inmates) get tested by other Cons. He wouldn’t stand up for himself. He was a strange cat. Odd…man. Very odd… you know? Something was wrong with him… yeah, he was a punk.”

Perhaps only the infamous serial killer Ed Gein was hated more. Yet, Gein was housed in Waupun’s criminally insane ward, where the inmates couldn’t get to him. The same was not true for Marks. In Waupun, Marks quickly earned the nickname, “Frig Mouth.” In 1950’s prison slang, “Frig” means copulation. Need more be said? He survived two different attempts on his life from other inmates. Nothing about his difficult taste-of-your-own-medicine experience in Waupun changed his views on crime, criminality or the victims of the same. According to Herman Marks himself, it only reinforced his own personal ethos that, “…in this world there are only the strong and the weak. In nature, the weak are always victims of the strong or stronger.” How philosophical.

In 1956, Marks was released from the penitentiary. He had no job prospects nor a girlfriend waiting for him when he got out. In fact, Marks had never had a girlfriend. Although Marks was not an unattractive man, he had never been much of a hit with the opposite sex. Marks’ freaky weird persona tended to cause the needle on women’s internal Creep Meters to shoot deeply into the red zone. This was likely because prison psychiatrists diagnosed Marks as being both severely narcissistic and psychopathic. Thus, when not raping young girls, Marks spent most of his limited financial resources on buying encounters with prostitutes in Milwaukee’s red-light district. Even with these ladies for hire, there were still those who balked- no matter what price Marks was willing to pay. Among Milwaukee’s “working girls,” Herman Marks would became known as “Psycho Eyes.”

Marks’ release from prison in 1956, opened a host of fresh challenges for him. As it turned out, numerous people were eager to find Herman Marks so they could “talk with him.” Who were these people? Well, they included FBI agents, police detectives and other members of the law enforcement community from such far-flung places as New York, Maine, Michigan, Illinois, Indiana and more. All were keen to speak with Marks about serious crimes he was alleged to have committed such as, theft, armed robbery, burglary, assault, and of course, rape. Yet they were having difficulty finding him. This was only because when not snoozing on his mother’s couch, Marks had become a wandering street itinerant, sleeping wherever he could find a roof to have over his head. Word on the street regarding the different law enforcement agencies searching for Herman Marks, soon reached old “Frig Mouth.” Upon being apprised of the authorities’ efforts to find him, Marks deduced it might be wise for him to get as far away from Milwaukee as possible. There was just one problem. Mr. Marks had not so much as the proverbial pot to piss in, let alone the money needed to relocate to a far off region of the country.

For most people, this would pose a significant obstacle. However, unlike most people, Marks would demonstrate a certain resourcefulness when faced with his dilemma. Accordingly, Marks did what any red-blooded American career criminal would do under similar circumstances. He stole a series of cars then went on a four-day, multi-state crime spree where he mugged, pillaged, robbed, burgled and stole until he had enough money to make his way south the Florida, which is almost as far from Milwaukee as one can get while still remaining in the continental United States. Once in Maimi, he went on a drinking, drugging and prostitute fueled binge of hedonistic depravity.

In Florida, he had talked his way into a job working on a shrimp boat. He had done so by claiming to have served as a sailor in the US Merchant Marine. He lasted about three days on the shrimp boat until it became apparent that he didn’t know what the hell he was doing. There never was any definitive proof that he ever did in fact serve as a merchant mariner although Marks would continue to claim as much for most of his life.

He would also claim at various times that he had either served in the Army in WWII or during the war in Korea. These claims can be disproven. Although he was of military age during WWII, Marks had dodged the draft and was arrested and later charged with draft evasion. The draft evasion charge was dismissed as the Judge determined that his extensive criminal record would have precluded him from being eligible to serve in any branch of the US military. However, Marks was well versed in the use and maintenance of various firearms, going back to his childhood. His father was a bit of a gun nut. Those skills would later serve him well both as a criminal and in other future endeavors.

It was in Miami where he made some newfound criminal friends who alerted Marks to opportunities for those with his particular skill set, in Havana. There were many Mafia controlled hotels, nightclubs and casinos to be found in Havana, Cuba and the mobsters who ran them were purportedly always looking for men who weren’t afraid of “getting their hands dirty.” With the remaining booty from his crime spree, Marks was able to secure boat passage to Cuba. Shall we generously say it was the type of travel arrangement which didn’t require Mr. Marks to present his Passport upon arrival.

Marks made the rounds of the various mob owned casinos in Havana. He made less than a favorable impression on the Mafia operators. Marks had the type of repelling personality which caused others, including fellow criminals, to adopt an unflattering opinion of him. On his second day of job hunting, he visited The Hotel Plaza, a notorious Mafia owned casino in Havana. The assistant casino manager seemed to think Herman Marks might be a good addition to the of operation’s “muscle department.” Marks was invited back for a meeting with the man in charge of the operation, notorious mobster, Joe Stassi. After speaking with an excessively weird and cocky Marks for about ten minutes, Stassi saw right through his bullshit. Having heard enough, Stassi stood up and warned Herman Marks, “I never forget a face, Pal. You’d better hope I never see yours in this casino again.”

Marks was escorted off the premises and given a final warning to never return. As Herman Marks gloomily walked through Havana’s Vedado District, he undoubtedly contemplated his limited prospects. By his own admission, he knew only ten words of Spanish. He was almost out of money but, he couldn’t return to the United States as he was a wanted man. Marks then did what was quite predictable for him. He beat a hasty path in search of an oceanfront dive bar with the intention of getting drunk.

Marks’ wild eyed and unkempt appearance was in stark contrast to the throngs of affluent American tourists he walked amongst in his search a cheap, hole-in-the-wall bar. He finally found a darkly lit, seedy little joint away from the tourists, that suited him and his limited budget. The clientele seemed to be mostly fishermen and sailors. Marks took a long swig from his ice-cold beer and contemplated the limited options available to him given the seemingly irrevocable corner his choices has painted him into.

Yet in life, as one door closes, another may open. Just as Marks ordered a second beer with a shot of whiskey, he felt a warm pat on his shoulder.

“Herman?” The voice which spoke with a Cuban accent and had a pleasantly surprised tone.

Herman Marks turned to find one of his crewmates from the ill-fated Shrimp Boat job standing next to him in the bar. The Cuban was the only member of the small crew who had tried to help him learn his job. The other crew members had exhibited contempt for Marks as his lack of qualifications ultimately caused more work for them.

As a man with few friends, Marks enjoyed his reunion with the Cuban sailor. The two men drank, joked and laughed for several hours. Marks had told his friend of his unsuccessful attempts to find work at the local casinos. His friend responded by telling him that those casinos wouldn’t be around for long in any event. The Cuban told his former shipmate about the 26^th of July Movement. A revolutionary force which he felt would ultimately succeed in overthrowing the government of Cuba because the people were allegedly opposed to the régime of Fulgencio Batista.

Marks asked the Cuban two questions: “Does the rebel army accept yanquis?” “Who would I see to join the 26^th of July Movement?”

The next day, Marks purchased a bus ticket to the town of Manzanillo, which was then a sleepy little city nearly 500 miles to the east of Havana, nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Maestra mountain range. With nothing to lose, he decided to become a member of the Communist revolutionary army or die trying. Yet, the choice to join a Communist guerilla insurgency was a particularly odd decision for one Herman Marks.

Beginning in his late teens, Marks had developed a strong affinity for Adolph Hitler and the Italian Fascist leader, Benito Mussolini. He specifically agreed with Hitler’s warped racial dogma. He believed wholeheartedly that white people were a master race and viewed others of non-white ethnicity, particularly blacks, with disdain. He supported the idea of racial segregation and felt that as a white man, he should not have to suffer mingling with blacks. He considered Communism to be a sinister Jewish invention with the objective of world domination and Zionist supremacy. He also believed that Communism itself was a Jewish conspiracy to enslave the white race. In short, Marks was a despicable racist with a deluded if not perversely twisted, world view.

Upon arriving in Manzanillo, the man who believed that “Communism was the chosen vehicle of Jews to enslave the white, European race,” set out to ask anyone and everyone he encountered about how he would go about joining the Communist revolutionaries. It wasn’t long before Marks met two young Cubans who were also hoping to join Castro’s guerilla army. Marks and his two new companions decided to band together. They bought all the provisions that they could carry and set out into the jungle to find the rebels. After nearly three days and with their provisions waning, the trio of aspiring revolutionaries stumbled upon a guerrilla outpost

The jungle outpost was manned by a few dozen rebels and commanded by guerrilla Captain Paco Cabrera who, fortunately for Marks, spoke English. Captain Cabrera was initially suspicious of Marks’ intentions and taken aback by his strange demeanor. Cabrera spent a significant amount of time questioning the rather odd American. For his part, Marks spun some wild tales about his having served with distinction in the US Army during the Korean War where he claimed to have seen extensive combat. He also claimed to be a small arms expert. There was some truth to the latter statement as he had grown up using both pistol and rifle and was proficient in the cleaning and maintenance of many different firearms.

Marks’ two companions were welcomed into the rebel army as was Marks, despite Captain Cabrera’s reservations. Marks’ new comrades in arms within the small jungle guerilla garrison didn’t know quite what to make of him. He couldn’t speak Spanish and exhibited some peculiar behavior such as frequently talking or laughing to himself. This strange behavior prompted his fellow guerillas to label him as the “Loco Gringo.” A derisive moniker yes, but preferable to “Frig Mouth.”

Marks cachet among his fellow rebels improved considerably one day when he came upon a few of his fellow soldiers clumsily trying to disassemble a .30 Caliber M1 Carbine rifle. Newly minted guerrilla fighter Herman Marks intervened and showed his comrades how to properly disassemble, clean and maintain the weapon. Marks soon became responsible for the maintenance and repair of all firearms in his remote guerrilla base.

Marks would later be assigned to a unit ostensibly commanded by Che Guevara. Guevera was not a skilled battlefield tactician and delegated the tactical combat deployment of men to his subordinates. In Marks, Che immediately recognized a kindred spirit. Both men were diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder and both were Psychopathic. Both men avoided direct combat whenever they could, and both would become known as men who took great pleasure in executing other people.

Yet, in his journal, Che wrote that, “The American (Marks) fundamentally didn’t fit into the troop.”

Che’s guerilla underling and aid, Enrique Acevedo, told Che’s biographer, Jon Lee Anderson that Marks was, “tyrannical and arbitrary…in camp.” Acevedo also told Anderson that Marks’ “bloodthirsty ruthlessness had disturbed many of his fellow rebel fighters and that it was particularly his readiness to gleefully volunteer for execution duty which he did with an enthusiasm which was unseemly.”

After the fall of Batista and the collapse of the Cuban government, Che would be tasked by Castro with overseeing the executions of close to 49,000 Cubans. Who were these unfortunate souls slated to be snuffed out by their new Communist masters? They were those who had dared to serve in the Cuban military from the ranks of Private all the way up to General. Anyone who had ever served in the police force. Anyone of note who had previously criticized Castro or his revolution. Any wealthy individuals who hadn’t already fled the island.

Che, like Herman Marks, was a psychopath, and a sexual degenerate. Although Comrade Che would have personally enjoyed executing all 49,000 Cuban “enemies of the people” himself, it was not feasible for him to do so. Accordingly, Che naturally chose his kindred spirit Herman Marks, to assist in this task. Marks, who had recently been promoted to Captain, was given command of the La Cabana fortress and tasked with overseeing the executions of tens of thousand of these former soldiers, policemen and critics of Castro.

Thus, standing at center stage in the courtyard of the La Cabana fortress stood “Psycho Eyes,” also known as “Frig Mouth,” the Waupun Penitentiary “punk.” His evil, crooked smile beaming live on Cuban Television and before the international press while bellowing out the commands to the firing squad: “Atencion, Preparen, Aputen, Fuego!” (Attention, Ready, Aim, Fire!). After the lifeless bodies of the condemned collapsed to the stone masonry floor below, Marks would walk toward the executed men with the wicked grin of man who was thoroughly enjoying himself. Then, into each blood oozing corpse he fired a bullet into the head, which he appeared to relish.

It’s believed that old “Frig mouth” presided over the executions of some 20,000 Cubans. Many of these executions were witnessed by the loved ones of the condemned on live television. Marks took great enjoyment in mocking those condemned men who called for a Priest to give them the Last Rites or who prayed to God before their execution. Many of the men were led to the execution courtyard with their hands untied. More than a few of those men used their last moments of life to courageously taunt their Communist tormentors. Many of these men would place their index finger between their eyes and courageously deride their executioners by shouting, “Aim right here.” In the end, it was the dignity of these condemned men which demonstrated their real courage. The type of courage which had always eluded men like Che or Marks.

For the brave men who would dare the firing squad to “shoot right here,” (between the eyes) Marks would personally shoot each of these dead men in the face with six to eight bullets in order to ensure that their families would be unable to recognize them. Marks briefly became a worldwide celebrity among Leftists. He enjoyed the numerous media interviews where he would always mention how grueling his schedule was and seldom failed to mention that he was “up until 2:00 AM performing executions.” In the western media, Marks became known as “the Butcher Havana.”

After all the “people’s enemies” were executed, Marks’ Warholian fifteen minutes of fame evaporated. Even Castro seemed ever so unnerved over how much Marks seemed to enjoy executing people. News stories had made their way into Cuba from the American press detailing Marks’ extensive criminal history and prison record. That portion of his past was conveniently left out of the biography he had provided to Castro. Moreover, there was no longer much use Herman Marks in the new Castro dictatorship. Marks could barely speak Spanish. He had no education and few skills to offer the new government apart from his willingness to murder others. To his profound disappointment, he was offered no position of import in the new Communist regime. However, as a “hero of the revolution,” he was afforded a very small and modest home to live in and a meager monthly stipend to subsist on. Marks angrily scoffed at the offer. He clearly had an inflated view of his own worth to Casto’s new government. In an enraged tizzy, “Frig Mouth” stormed out of Cuba and discreetly slipped back into the United States. He was arrested soon thereafter for illegally entering the country and there was a dispute over whether or not he was still a United states citizen which was settled in his favor by the courts. Marks quickly became a societal pariah within American society.

He was unable to find gainful employment given his criminal record and status as “the Butcher Havana.” He was arrested in New York in May of 1964 for making threatening phone calls. On Friday the 13^th of August 1965 he fell from a tree and broke his right leg after using binoculars to peep at a young girl through a neighbor’s window. When the police arrived, his trousers were unzipped, and an “appendage” was protruding from the unzipped pant zipper crotch. An arrest warrant was issued for Herman Marks after his return to Milwaukee. The warrant alleged that he had engaged in “indecent sexual behavior with a six-year-old girl. Upon hearing of the arrest warrant, Marks told others that he was, “getting the hell out of dodge.”

He was last seen speeding toward the state line via what today is known as “Interstate 39. “ He was never seen again. Different theories have arisen concerning his disappearance.

Some say he went to Las Vegas, seeking “muscle work” and ended up in a hole in the desert courtesy of John “Handsome Johnny” Roselli who also had CIA contacts and had worked with the agency on Cuban related matters. For a while, the father of the six-year-old girl that Marks had molested was considered a prime suspect in his “disappearance.” Others have alleged that Marks was tortured and killed by Cuban exiles. What seems almost certainly to be the case is that a person or persons unknown did our society and the world at large a tremendous favor by dispatching “Frig Mouth” to Hell.

For Western Liberals, their Fickle Bereavement and Outrage is Limited to Injustices Committed by Non-Leftists

March 3, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Uncategorized Tags: Crying liberal women, Guilt Tourism, history, Katyn, Katyn Massacre, Katyn Massacre Memorial, Liberal Guilt Tourism, Liberal hatred of the West, Liberal hypocrisy, Liberal Support of Communism, Liberal support of the USSR, Liberal Virtue Signaling, Liberal Women', Liberals don't care about Communist murders, Liberals support of Soviet Union, Nazi Katyn, poland, Polish village of Zdziary, politics, russia, Soviet Massacre, Soviet Massacre Katyn, ukraine, USSR Katyn Forrest Massacre, western liberal women, Zbigniew Stypułkowski Leave a comment

During WWII, the great Polish resistance leader, Zbigniew Stypułkowski made an astute observation of his nation’s two enemy occupiers Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union, when he commented that there were no significant differences in the brutal way both operated. He saw both as equally evil, dictatorial systems. On September 1, 1939, Stypułkowski was a member of the Polish parliament when two of the evilest empires known known in the history of man Nazi Germany and the Communist Soviet Union, decided to divide his democratic nation up between themselves. They did so for no other reason than they could.

After the Soviet Communists and the Nazis invaded his country, Stypulkowski helped organize the anti-Nazi resistance in the western portion of Poland. The intellectual politician soon became a respected resistance leader, rising to the rank of Colonel. A large bounty was placed on Stypulkowski’s head by the Nazi occupiers who were bedazzled by his cunning as a prominent guerrilla leader. Yet, no Poles stepped forward to betray Stypulkowski. Both the Soviet Communists and the Nazis surpassed any measure of wickedness previously established in history. Both regimes practiced the mass extermination of millions of their political opponents yet, the Soviets Communists unarguably murdered far more than even Hitler’s regime. What astonished Stypulkowski was the way both regimes, though independent of each other, work identically. In the German occupied sector of Poland, the Nazi’s quickly massacred all elites and intellectuals while anyone deemed a political opponent was shipped off to a camp to be gassed or worked to death. Likewise, in the Soviet occupied sector of Poland, the Communists quickly massacred all elites and intellectuals while anyone deemed a political opponent was shipped off to a camp to be executed or worked to death. Both had secret police who worked with uncannily similar tactics.

The Soviet Communists were quick to murder anyone who even had the appearance of someone who might resist. Most notable, was the Katyn Massacre where the Soviet Communists murdered over 22,000 military and police officers as well as others deemed to be intellectuals- most of whom were Polish Jews. Yet it was the ruthless proficiency of these systematic murders in Katyn which was most shocking. The mass murder was carried out with the efficiency of an industrial slaughterhouse.

See the short video below:

In typical Communist fashion, at the end of WWII when these thousands of bodies were discovered, in shallow graves, each with bullet holes in the backs of their skulls, the Soviets blamed the massacre on their former allies, the Nazis. Yes, they did so directly on the orders from Comrade Stalin. The Nazis were defeated after all and had no historical voice in the matter. For almost 50 years, the Katyn Massacre was attributed to the Nazis. The Nazis by the way, were just as evil as the Soviet Communists and would have been all too happy to have to done the dirty work at Katyn themselves but alas, the Soviet NKDV beat them to the punch.

Each year during the cold war, on the declared anniversary of the Katyn Massacre, there was a Soviet and Polish sponsored memorial gathering to remember these “victims of the Nazis.” Although the Soviets had objected to the placement of physical monuments on the site and preferred to conduct the event in a low key fashion, some select residents of western countries and a limited number of “approved” western media sources were allowed to attend the memorial gathering. Interestingly enough, few average Poles were ever invited and the memorial seemed more like a media event. After all, average Polish citizens might have dared, given the opportunity, to raise some awkward questions such as, “The murdered Polish men were all taken into to custody by the Soviets in the Red Army sector- how were the Nazis able to get to them?”

Only Communist could pull an event like this off and keep a straight face but, wait…it gets better. Every year on the anniversary of the Katyn Massacre, limited numbers of naïve western liberals (mostly women) would make their way to Katyn, Poland in order to,” remember, mourn, and light candles for the “Nazi ‘victims.” Many of these liberal women were filmed with hot tears streaming down their checks as their lower lips quivered over the grizzly fate of these alleged victims of Nazi brutality. They certainly seemed like Norma Desmond, to be ready for their close-up.

Then suddenly, the Soviet people overthrew their Communist dictators in the USSR and those living under Communism in the Eastern Bloc Countries had just previously done likewise. The Berlin Wall came crashing down, and freedom spread beyond the Iron Curtin. Soon thereafter, the secret archives of the former Communists states were made public. Along the way it was discovered, in black and white, that the Nazis did not perpetrate the Katyn Massacre but rather it was as many had already suspected, the Communist Soviets who methodically killed these 22,000 Polish elites.

Now, try not to laugh. I dare you. After democracy was restored in Poland, the Katyn Massacre Anniversary to remember and morn, continued on. However, it took on the new tone of an anti-Communist memorial. Monuments were finally erected in the Katyn forrest to pay homage to these victims of Communism. However, after it was established that the Massacre was committed by the Communists, the crying western liberal women stopped showing up. Maybe it was because there were no longer any Communist officials for them to hug and cry in the arms of over the brutality of Nazism and US foreign policy. Yet it was historically, still a savage massacre- right? It would seem that liberals are only interested in mourning massacres that suit their political ends. Yet maybe there’s another reason. Maybe they caught wind of something.

Perhaps these western liberals heard about the little farm near the diminutive Polish village of Zdziary, not far from the location of the Katyn Massacre. Each year, during the anniversary remembrance, the small farm was cordoned off by a group of Polish and USSR Communists party officials including, Soviet KGB officers and Polish Security Service (PS) personnel. Once there and away from the prying eyes of western “liberal guilt tourists,” they could let their hair down. The liquor would flow, and these Communist officials would begin hours of mocking the western “useful idiots” in attendance- mostly liberal western women. The Communist officials would put on skits where in turn, many of the attendees would imitate the liberal useful idiots’ maudlin sorrow and tears to roars of laughter. Many of these men would entertain their comrades by recounting their sexual conquests of the sundry “loose” western women in attendance, many of whom would throw themselves at the first Communist official they encountered during the couple of days before the ceremony. The jollity and revelry would go on until the wee hours.

The annual fun abruptly ended with the collapse of Communism. Suddenly, the liberal western women lost interest in attending when they learned what was for them, the disappointing news that the massacre was actually committed by their ideological allies, the Communist.

The Reverend Billy James Hargis: A Beloved Christian Leader in America Until He Began to Criticize Communism

March 2, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Uncategorized Tags: Billy James Hargis, Billy James Hargis Communism, Billy James Hargis scandal, General Edwin Walker Leave a comment

During the early 1960s, the New York Times reported that Reverend Billy James “Hargis appears to be on his way to rivaling the Reverend Billy Graham.” Yet at the time, millions of American evangelical Christians already considered him of equal stature to Graham. He was a household name. Reverend Hargis’ Christian Crusade program was broadcast daily on over 500 US radio stations and weekly on 250 television stations. Millions of Americans turned into his broadcasts. So, what happened?

Today, everyone knows who Billy Graham was. When Revered Graham died in 2018, condolences poured in from all over the world. American political leaders, Democrat and Republican alike praised his life and works. America mourned the passing of this “giant of a man.” However, Reverend Hargis died an obscure death in a Tulsa nursing home in 2004. There were the perfunctory newspaper obituaries yet, most people seemed to have forgotten who he was. Why? How?

It appears the good Reverend Hargis’ troubles began when he dared to begin criticizing Communism- both the Soviet state and its puppets as well as Marxism’s domestic purveyors. Isn’t taking on Communism a little outside the lane of a respected Christian evangelist? Shouldn’t he have just stuck to the Bible? Reverend Hargis felt not.

As a member of the clergy, Hargis was concerned by what he perceived as the rapid moral decline of our society in the early 1960s. He was vexed by the rising tide of illegal abortions, divorce, homosexuality, rampant drug use, pornography, and overall permissiveness coupled with attacks on our free enterprise system and Leftist infiltration of churches and seminaries. Hargis began investigating the people who were enabling these social ills. At every turn, he discovered that the path led back to either Communists, their fellow travelers or Communism’s reliably useful idiots on the liberal or progressive Left. Reverend Hargis was perplexed as to why these Communist influenced assaults on the moral fiber of our society weren’t being covered by the major American media outlets. Reverend Hargis felt that if the large media corporations wouldn’t cover these issues, he should use his sizable broadcasting platform to do so. That’s when his troubles began.

Hargis projected where all this burgeoning moral depravity would lead us as a society. He made a series of bold predictions which were mocked by the Left and their cohorts in the major media outlets. Hargis had the temerity forecast, based on where he saw our society heading, that one day in America:

Abortion would be made legal by either the courts or federal legislation.
Divorce would become widespread and there would be legislation to allow “divorce on demand.”
Homosexuality would “come out of its closet and into the public mainstream.” Author’s Note: In a free society, we should not punish or discriminate against people over their sexual orientation.
Pornography would be made legal by the federal courts.
The death penalty would be abolished and or severely limited due to expanded appeal procedures.
The drug problem would get worse, not better and become far more widespread.
Leftist would continue to infiltrate the church to change Christian doctrine and create churches which advance Leftist goals.
Television programming and Hollywood movies would ditch the Production Code and start making movies with nudity, sex, extreme violence with overtly anti-Christian themes and storylines.
Leftist would continue to infiltrate public schools and would one day turn public schools and universities into centers for Leftist indoctrination.
The major American media would ditch its pretense of fair and unbiased news and go all in to advance the Left’s objectives.
Crime would rise to unseen levels, and it will become more violent and deadly than anything we’d ever before seen.
The sanctity of human life would be cheapened.
The Left would start a full-fledged assault on the sacred constitutional right of Americans to own firearms and to exercise self-defense.
The federal government would one day become all powerful and, through its vast expansion and myriad programs, would exercise unprecedented control over our lives.
Hargis also criticized America’s abrogation of its responsibility to defend democracy against the threat of Communism at home and abroad. He criticized the Kennedy administration’s failure to take out the Communist regime in Cuba and asserted that the United States was on track to shirk its responsibility to confront and subdue the Communist threat in Vietnam.

In the early 1960s, Hargis’ predictions were derided as laughable, dystopian conspiracy theories. At least so, until they all came to pass. Yes, Hargis read the proverbial tea leaves remarkably well. The question he pondered at the time of his predictions was, what would he should do to alert the American public of these concerns? Had he decided to avoid the subject and simply continued to preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ, he would have would have been remembered today as an evangelist who enjoyed and storied career. However, Hargis was not the type of man to shrink from a fight, if he felt the cause was just.

Hargis would use his media empire, which reached millions, to shine the light of truth on what he saw as the “seedy, shadowy dark enclaves of domestic Communism’s campaign to subvert the traditional values of our society.” Initially, his actions proved successful. Millions of more people began to listen to his broadcasts and donations to his ministry increased significantly. However, not everyone was pleased. Hargis’ expanded media footprint caused the establishment media and certain liberal politicians to paint a target on his back. Were that not enough, the Reverend was not afraid to name names and drew the ire of both President Lyndon Johnson and his successor, Richard Nixon. This was risky new territory for Hargis as in the pre-Watergate era, US Presidents frequently used federal agencies such as the FBI and the IRS, to go after prominent citizens who were a threat to them. Reverend Hargis became the subject of an ongoing government campaign of harassment from the IRS, FBI and even the FCC. While there was never a basis for criminal charges, the political persecution of Hargis from these federal agencies continued for years.

At every turn, the government was there to pester Hargis with investigations, tax audits and civil court actions. None of this slowed the growth in his radio and TV audience. Hargis remained as popular as ever with Christian America. In the 1960’s he began a road show with American war hero, retired Army General Edwin Walker. The road shows proved particularly popular and others, outside of the Christian faith began attending. The message was Christianity combined with populist conservatism.

In the 1960s, the new mainline conservatism advocated by Barry Goldwater, William F. Buckley and Ronald Reagan was in its infancy. Populist conservatism as espoused by politicians such as Donald Trump, was almost non-existent. Hargis, like General Walker, was a populist conservative. In fact, Hargis is one of the founders of the movement. Populist conservatism would remain on the fringe of the Republican Party for many decades until the era of Donald Trump. In Hargis’ roadshow, which drew tens of thousands of Americans in every city they visited, became the genesis of what is now called “Trumpism.” Apart from Hargis and Walker, there were scarcely few others prominent leaders in the new populist conservative movement which blended evangelical Christianity, with anti-Communism and an “America First” agenda that was protectionist and anti-immigration. Sound familiar? It’s safe to say that without Reverend Hargis, we might never have known “Trumpism” today.

As Reverand Hargis’ audience continued to grow, he experienced setbacks from the government but nothing that would stop his message from resonating. Having not slowed Hargis’ movement with harassment, the government seemed to escalate its tactics to discredit Hargis and Walker. Before I go any further, I would urge you to watch the embedded video below. It’s a deleted clip from the Oliver Stone film JFK, which recounts the government’s efforts to lay a trap for prosecutor Jim Garrison by setting him up with a fabricated gay sex allegation in a public bathroom with police officers conveniently standing by to nab him.

Restroom Scene (Deleted) from the Oliver Stone film, JFK (1991)

This was a common method used to destroy the credibility of certain people whom the government deemed “troublemakers.” It was unsuccessfully attempted on New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison pretty much as shown in the clip above. The same method was used against WWII hero, General Edwin Walker in a Dallas public restroom. Just as in the clip, a bunch of police were waiting right there to arrest Walker after being framed for “lewd public conduct.”

After the incident with General Walker, Hargis traveled with loyal people around him at all times. By keeping witnesses next to him everywhere he went in public, Reverend Hargis seemed to have airtight protection against government dirty tricks. That is, until he didn’t. By 1974, Hargis served as the President of the American Christian College and Seminary in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Suddenly one day, like a lightning bolt out of the blue, two young students stepped forward and claimed that Reverend Hargis had forced them into sexual relations. The allegations were made by a female student as well as a male student. How convenient. That certainly covered all of the bases. Yet no one seemed more surprised over these claims than Reverend Hargis himself, who had been married for decades with three children. For his part, Hargis vehemently denied the allegations until the day he died. Whether the allegations are true or not, we’ll never know.

What we do know is that the Tulsa District Attorney did an exhaustive investigation into the case and found no criminal wrongdoing had occurred. No charges were filed. After a thorough investigation, both of the area newspapers, The Tulsa Tribune and The Tulsa World refused to even publish the mere accusations. Unfortunately, Reverend Hargis was tried in the court of public opinion by the national establishment media. This would lead to his ruination. Donations to his ministries dwindled. The media induced scandal finished him as an effective spokesperson for his cause.

Few today draw the connection between Trumpism and the political and religious crusades of Reverend Billy James Hargis. Yet, it’s likely that without Hargis, there would not be Trumpism today. At least not as we know it. Hargis’ lived his remaining years away from the spotlight. In many ways he died a broken man but, the political movement he started would come to fruition and become the predominant dogma of the Republican party.

Below is an interview with Hargis from 1979, on the popular national television program, the Tomorrow Show, hosted by Tom Snyder.

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Tom+Synder+Billy+James+Hargis

Climate Change: Marxism’s Trojan Horse

February 27, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Alleged Climate Change Tags: 50 years of climate alarmism, Christiana Figueres, Christiana Figueres Climate Change to destroy Capitalism, Christiana Figueres UN Climate, Climate change doom, climate change hoax, Climate Change is Communism, Climate Change is Communist, Climate Change is Marxist, Climate change scam, Climate Change scare tactic, Climate Change to Destro Capitalism, Climate Change to destroy capitalism, Climate doom, Environmental Wackos, Environmentalism to destroy capitalism, global warming hoax, Global warming to destroy capitalism, goal environmentalists to destroy capitalism, Green movement destroy capitalism, Green new deal, Greens are reds, Ice Age is comming, Kenneth Watt, Kenneth Watt Climate Extremist, Kenneth Watt Ice Alarm, Mostafia Tolbia, Mostafia Tolbia quote, the environment vs. capitalism, the Green Scare, Thomas Lovejoy, Thomas Lovejoy climate alarmist, UN Environment Program Leave a comment

The Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition, among whom there is seldom a disagreement on anything, have been trying to sell us the idea that we’re facing a world ending “climate crisis” for the past 50 plus years. Yet, the world is still here.

These alarmist of the wacky Left would be the first to admit that they’ve frequently had to change their comical doomsday cries of “apocalypse,” over the past half-century. Like Chicken Little, they cry, “The sky is falling!” Except it isn’t and never will. Like a desperate gambler’s frantic last cast of the dice, the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition is always coming up with new alarmist gimmicks in their forlorn attempts to scare us into accepting their failed policies. Yet, the people still aren’t buying their damaged goods.

In the 1960s, they warned that our oil supply would soon be depleted and if we didn’t make a “drastic change,” it would be the end of our society. In the 1970s, the headlines proclaimed that our “poor environmental stewardship” was leading us into “a new ice age” where the civilized world would “parish” if we didn’t make “drastic changes in our lifestyles and public policy.” Yet, the ice age never materialized. In the early 80’s, the new Leftist buzzword of alarm was, “Acid Rain,” caused by our “industries” or translation: our employers. That ploy didn’t work either. By the 1990s, the Left’s clarion cry was, “Global Warming.” Yet, when things didn’t get warmer, they changed the title of their con to “Climate Change.” How convenient. If temperatures drop, it’s “climate change.” If temperatures increase, it’s “climate change.” If temperatures stay the same it’s still, you guessed it, “climate change.”

Along the way, the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition has given us the most dire and dystopian predictions. On August 10, 1969, an article in the New York Times: “We must realize that unless we are extremely lucky, everybody will disappear in a cloud of blue steam in 20 years.” Really?

In 1970, prominent environmental academic Kenneth Watt, sounded the “ice alarm,” speaking in Pennsylvania at Swarthmore College: “The world has been chilling sharply for about twenty years. If present trends continue, the world will be about four degrees colder for the global mean temperature in 1990, but 11 degrees colder in the year 2000. This is about twice what it would take to put us into an ice age.”

Time magazine asserted on June 22, 1974: “Telltale signs are everywhere, from the unexpected persistence and thickness of pack ice in the waters around Iceland to the southward migration of a warmth-loving creature like the armadillo from the Midwest. Since the 1940s the mean global temperature has dropped about 2.7”

On July 18, 1976, the New York Times predicated that the environmental crisis would end agriculture in America when it stated, “… the news for the future is not all good. The climate is going to get unreliable. It is going to get cold. Harvest failures and regional famines will be more frequent. Weather will probably make history—again.”

In 1982, Mostafia Tolbia, executive director of the UN’s Environment Program, pointed to the possibility of widespread devastation in less than 20 years. He cited “an environmental catastrophe which will witness devastation as complete, and as irreversible as any nuclear holocaust.”

In February 1993, Thomas Lovejoy, assistant secretary for Environmental and External Affairs at the Smithsonian Institution, stressed the world had one remaining decade of opportunity to avoid calamity. “I am utterly convinced that most of the great environmental struggles will be either won or lost in the 1990s and by the next century it will be too late.”

Then again, maybe not.

These and literally thousands of other doomsday predictions have been made going back to the 1960s. Yet, our focus should not be on the doom and gloom forecasts but rather, on what these prognosticators of our climate demise want us to do in order to avoid “catastrophe.” These wild predictions concerning the end of civilization after all, are designed to scare us into acting. Specifically, they are seeking our acquiescence in the destruction of capitalism and individual rights. The very values that made the United States a world superpower. A system which has created the most prosperous society in the history of mankind. How do we know this?

We know this because if you listen to or read them carefully, they tell you as much. At a 2015 news conference in Brussels, Belgium, United Nations “Climate Advisor” Christiana Figueres, admitted that “the goal of environmental activists is not to save the world from ecological calamity but to destroy capitalism.”

As far back as 2011, The Nation Magazine, a stalwart publication within the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition proclaimed the battle is to be defined as, “the environment vs. capitalism,” and the ultimate destruction of the later. The UK’s Guardian screamed in a headline, “Dare to Declare Capitalism Dead- before it takes us down with it!”

Who would buy this you ask? In truth, not many among the average citizenry. Think about it. For the past forty years, the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition has beat this drum everyday in the media. Their cohorts who run our public schools have attempted to indoctrinate our children in this Marxist dogma in the very schools we support with our tax dollars. These radical environmental themes have run rampant in Hollywood films and Television programing. The Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition has spent untold billions of dollars to “educate us” on the environmental crisis caused by capitalism.

So, after decades of the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition trying to scare us into their way of thinking, they have some monumental achievements which they alone are entitled to take full credit for, as follows:

A 6-3 majority of conservative Supreme Court Justices who don’t buy the damaged wares they are peddling.
A Republican/Nationalist Congress who recognizes them for what that they are.
Donald Trump, an America First President who calls climate change “a big hoax,” and refers to the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition as being, “scum!”
Millions of young voters who reject socialism and climate alarmism. Also known as “young Trump supporters.”
Large shifts among ethnic minority voters who continue to trend Republican.

So, we owe the Communist-Socialist-Progressive-Liberal coalition our sincere gratitude. Keep up the good work my Commie friends! Your brand is radioactive and you repel far more than you attract! Yet, you unintentionally do our country and its capitalist system a great service.

The Tragic Death of Ben Linder

February 17, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Uncategorized Tags: Ben Linder, Contras, Death of Ben Linder, Engineer Ben Linder, Leftist Ben Linder, Nicaragua, Nicaragua War Leave a comment

Not many people really know or care who Ben Linder was, today. Ben was a kind and bright young man who studied engineering at the University of Washington from 1979 to 1983. He was a vegan, as well as an amateur clown and juggler. He’d spend his free time entertaining children. It appears that Ben was raised in a household of leftist activists. In Ben’s leftist household his parents made their own leftist/liberal political beliefs part of their children’s upbringing. But, how do we know this?

Well, we’re told by Jacobin.com and other public sources that, Ben “was steeped in activism from a young age.” His family was “politically conscious” and as a child young Ben and his siblings were taken to “anti–Vietnam War demonstrations” by his parents who would also make “their living room and spare bedroom available for meetings and traveling activists.” By the way, there is nothing wrong with parents imparting their values unto their kids.

According to Jacobin.com: “Ben followed in his parents’ footsteps. He became a vegetarian for ethical reasons and was part of a thirty-eight-hour-long sit-in outside Portland’s Trojan nuclear power plant in his final year of high school. Even his decision to study engineering was a product of his political sensibilities: Ben hoped that his skills could be used “for the benefit of the human race, particularly in developing countries. He shunned his classmates’ decisions to put their skills to work doing defense work for firms like Boeing.”

Are you getting the picture here?

We’re also told that instead of working as an engineer, for some firm that did defense work, Ben decided to move to Nicaragua, putting his skills as an engineer in service to the impoverished Nicaraguans. Ben was certainly an idealist. There is little doubt that his motives were altruistic. Yet, Ben’s selfless decision was not without risk.

At the time of Ben’s decision to relocate to Nicaragua, in the mid 1980s, the United States was engaged in a full-fledged proxy war with the Soviet Union and its allies, in Latin America. Nicaragua was ruled by a brutally repressive Communist regime- free press shut down, imprisonment of political foes, free speech stiffed, etc. The Soviet Communists were attempting to destabilize the entire region and ground zero in this war was Nicaragua. The Soviet Union provided the Communist government of Nicaragua with weapons and other military hardware such as tanks and armored personnel characters. These armored vehicles were useless in defending themselves from a US invasion- the first round of airstrikes would have taken most of them out. They also would have been near useless in fighting a guerrilla insurgency like the Contras were waging. However, these tanks and armored vehicles would have been ideal for projecting power and invading neighboring countries. Further, the Communist government of Nicaragua was training, funding and arming Communist guerrilla insurgencies in El Salvador and other Latin American countries.

The Nicaraguan government was being assailed by a guerrilla force trained and backed by the United States known as the “Contras.” In short, the Contras were attempting to overthrow the Communist dictatorship and establish a democratic form of government. The Contras were trained and backed by the United States. It was a brutal war and the young, newly minted engineer Ben Linder, would be knowingly inserting himself into this war zone. A bold decision, to be sure. Ben was no coward and showed his willingness to risk his own safety in furtherance of his convictions. In short, Ben walked his talk. He lived by a code.

Ben ended up in the Northern Nicaraguan village of El Cuá, a remote and impoverished community. Ben would focus his skills on assisting with the construction of a small hydroelectric dam which would bring much needed electricity to the local, populace. Unfortunately, El Cuá was a place where there were frequent skirmishes between the US backed rebels and the Nicaraguan Army.

According to the jacobin.com, Ben “Linder, like his companions, was carrying a rifle and wearing a cartridge belt. As they walked over the hill, the group stumbled into a contra ambush.”

If true, what was young Ben, who looked down on his classmates for taking jobs with defense contractors, doing carrying the implements of war on his person? Didn’t he not know that carrying that rifle and cartridge belt would make him a target in the war zone that he was in?

By carrying that rifle and wearing that cartridge (ammunition) belt, again if it’s true, Ben was taking a huge risk which would make him, for all intent and purposes, a combatant were he and his friends to encounter the Contras. He had to have known this- wouldn’t he? Was Ben a combatant by choice as well as an engineer or was he merely carrying someone else’s gear? We will never know.

After Ben “stumbled into a contra ambush,” he was sadly, killed. Ben’s supporters make it sound as though he was “killed in cold blood.” Maybe but, while carrying a rifle? Perhaps so, if he tossed his weapon and surrendered, only to be killed anyway. That would be a heinous example of a cold blooded murder. For their part, the Contras responded by saying they didn’t know Ben’s nationality and that they tried to take him as a prisoner but, Ben apparently wouldn’t have any of it. Hence, the Contras shot him. That’s basically the Contras’ version. We undoubtedly will never know the complete truth of what happened.

What seems clear is that this otherwise honorable and well-meaning young man tragically lost his life. Ben would use his talents as a juggler and an amateur clown to entertain children both here in the US and in Nicaragua. Ben had a big heart and although I may disagree with his some of his political views and decision to risk his life in a war zone they way he chose to, I still certainly think we all can and should, respect him as a person. Ben wasn’t a bomb thrower. He may have been misguided but, he had no shortage of personal character and courage. Two attributes few others seem to have in today’s society. When people like Ben leave us, the world becomes just a little more worse off.

Ana Montes: Convicted Communist Spy and Traitor to America

February 17, 2025 By Dan "Danny Boy" White in Uncategorized Tags: American Communist Traitors, American Left helping Communist Cuba, Ana Montes, Ana Montes CIA, Ana Montes Communist agent, Ana Montes Communist Spy, Ana Montes Traitor, Ana Montes treason, Army Green Beret Sergeant Gregory A. Fronius., Charles Manson Daddy Hangup, CIA double agents, Code Name Blue Wren, cognitive opening, Communist Spies in US, Communists in US Government, Cuban Spies, Cuban spy, Green Beret Sergeant Gregory A. Fronius, Gregory A. Fronius, Gregory A. Fronius murder, Jim Popkin, Liberal love of Cuba, Professor Kendall Myers Communist, Professor Kendall Myers spy, Sergeant Gregory A. Fronius, UVA Professor Kendall Myers Leave a comment

Ana Montes was if not still is, a disgusting Communist and traitor to her (our) country, The United States of America. The daughter of an accomplished physician, Montes came from a comfortable home with a Catholic and politically conservative upbringing. Her loving father was a strict taskmaster who pushed his children to excel. Life isn’t easy, after all. In her late teens, young Ana seemed to rebel against the high standards her good father expected of her. In college she would do a running dive off of the deep end.

Young Ana began college in the 1970s, at the University of Virgina. Far from her family and the culturally conservative environs of her youth, she undoubtedly found the UVA campus to be fertile soil for one desiring to rebel against every value their parents had instilled in them. In short, Ana appeared to have what Charles Manson called a “Daddy hangup.” Manson found these types of young women the easiest to recruit into his cult because of their desire to rebel against the values of their parents which presented what psychologists today call a “cognitive opening.” For these confused young women, Manson 1) offered a new support network. (family substitute) 2) introduced new Leftist values to replace the morals taught by their family and 3) a new life’s purpose as an activist working for advancement of these new Leftist values.

Marxist activists on the UVA campus undoubtedly recognized the “cognitive opening” with respect to Ana Montes. Soon, for this confused young woman, the Marxists on campus 1) offered a new support network. (family substitute) 2) introduced new Leftist values to replace the morals taught by her family and 3) a new life’s purpose as an activist working for the advancement of these new Leftist values. It was likely just that simple.

Ana was an articulate and unquestionably bright young women who could have been a tremendous asset to our country and society. Unfortunately, she chose a darker path. During Ana’s student years, the United States was fighting a proxy war in Latin America against Soviet sponsored terrorism, subversion and guerrilla revolution. Although nobody had voted for the Communist, they were attempting, with the assistance of their Soviet masters, to seize through the barrel of a rifle, that which they could never have hoped to achieve through the ballot box. Pretty straight forward, right? The Communist are the bad guys here, as usual- right? Apparently not so, for young Ana and her friends. She chose sides with enemies of free people everywhere when she threw her hat into the ring for the Communists.

Ana, a fluent Spanish language speaker, began joining various Leftist and Pro-Communist groups on her campus that were taking the Communist’s side concerning out adversarial relationship with Castro’s Cuba as well as in the fight against Communism within Central and South America. Large College campuses were hotbeds of activity for this type of Marxist student activism in the 1970s when Ana was a student. UVA was a center, if not a safe space for Marxist student activists. UVA Professor Kendall Myers was an active spy for the Communist Cuban government. He was charged and convicted in 2009 and the court meted out a life sentence. As for Ana Montes, she graduated UVA in 1979 and went to work for the CIA. Background check anyone? However, she maintained contact with her Leftist connections from UVA. She would eventually earn a graduate degree from Johns Hopkins University. Quite impressive!

In addition to Professor Myers, there was also a UVA graduate student named Marta Velazquez, who was a payrolled Cuban agent. Ms. Valazquez’s job was to recruit young campus Leftists to spy for the Cuban cause. The following is an excerpt from the New York Daily News article about Montes dated December 29, 2022:

“Vazquez zeroed in on Montes, who had made no secret of her government job or her disgust with American foreign policy.

At a restaurant in Washington, (Velazquez) made a soft pitch,” Popkin writes. ‘Ana, I have friends who can help you assist the desperate Nicaraguan people…. They need someone to translate Spanish-language news articles.”

Velazquez suggested a trip to New York, so Montes could meet her friends, who were Cuban intelligence officers.

On Dec. 16, 1984, Montes agreed to betray her country.”

On December 16, 1984, had Montez instead declined to betray her country and simply have walked away, we might know her today as a dedicated and prominent government official. We’ll never know for sure. By all accounts, she certainly seemed to possess the innate intelligence and competence to serve at the highest echelons of the federal government. Unfortunately, after she sold her soul to the devil on that December day in 1984, she would spiral uncontrollably downward into a black, bottomless pit of treasonous espionage on behalf of America’s Communist enemies.

Naturally, throughout the course of her service to Cuba as a spy, she was paid many millions of dollars by Castro’s government- right? Actually no, she did it all in the name of what we assume to be her Communist ideology. If not for this reason, then why at all? It is unmistakably clear that she disagreed with U.S. foreign policy with respect to Communism. “Montes accepted no money for passing classified information, except for reimbursements for some expense,” according to the New York Daily News article cited above. She more than likely could have obtained payment given her position at the CIA, but she did not. In the course of her traitorous conduct, how much damage did she really do? Unfortunately, quite a bit.

She unashamedly disclosed the names of US undercover agents working against the Communist government in Cuba. In coded communications with her Communist handlers, she alerted them to the imminent arrival of a Cuban spy working for the United States. Her Cuban Communist handler grimly replied via codes message, “We are waiting here for him with open arms.” That US spy undoubtedly met with a torturous death too horrible to discuss, thanks to Ana. Ana Montes, as a CIA officer, also visited a military base in El Salvador run by United States Special Forces. Shall we say coincidently, weeks later, Communist rebels rendered a pinpoint attacked on that camp, killing 44 US backed Salvadorian soldiers, including United States Army Green Beret Sergeant Gregory A. Fronius. A government inquiry would years later place the blame for Sergeant Fronius’ death directly on Ana Montes. I’d trade several hundred of Ana Montes’ ilk for one Gregory A. Fronius- an easy call. Ana also revealed the existence of a stealth satellite so costly and highly classified that U.S. government officials still won’t utter its name. I think you get the idea. Why go on?

Communism is a brazen cult-like religion that causes its adherents to dedicate their entire lives to the destruction of Communism’s number one enemy: The United States of America. Ana Montes oozed confidence, promise and real brilliance. Why did she throw it all away? You can ask her yourself, should you ever see her where she currently lives in Puerto Rico. That’s right, she was released from prison after doing a little over twenty years, in 2023. This, of little comfort to the family of United States Army Green Beret, Sergeant Gregory A. Fronius. Little comfort to the families of the scores of others who were brutally murdered based on her treason. The story of Ms. Montes is a tragic and depressing story. If you want to dig deeper, there is a comprehensive and excellently written book published about Ms. Montes betrayal of her country which was written by author Jim Popkin and titled, Code Name Blue Wren: The True Story of America’s Most Dangerous Female Spy—and the Sister She Betrayed. Apparently, it’s a good read.