2007-kenneth_kronberg-infocard

We've missed several days, so our posts are a bit out of order. You probably remember the tabling. A handful of underfed college dropouts hanging around a folding table; there's a big sign with showing the President in a Hitler moustache, a stack of books and magazines and flyers. They're desperate to tell you about the next big crisis - America and possibly the entire world will be ruined very soon if we don't immediately heed Lyndon LaRouche's warnings. There's a meeting, and wouldn't you please come and learn how you can help? The coming disaster changed every so often. The next great depression and global thermonuclear war were the strange attractors they circled most, but other more-fringe catastrophes would show up - for instance, for a little while in the 1980s we were all going to get AIDS if we didn't immediately round up all the homosexuals and put them in camps. Obviously, the pamphlets needed to be frequently updated to remove whatever doomsday failed to show up this year and put in the one that's really definitely happening next year. The posters needed updating, too, to put more-relevant politicians under the Hitler 'staches. New articles needed to be put in the magazines to warn us all about the latest evil that Israel, the CIA, and Mossad have perpetrated on America under the malign influence of the Queen of England. Lots of people dismissed them out of hand as a cult. Some people went to the meetings and got to meet a lot of earnest brainwashed young men and a handful of very sad boomers as the cult tried to indoctrinate them. If you'd seen those tables in the early 2000s, you saw Kenneth's work. He ran the print shop for the cult (I think, since the 1980s). You would think that with a customer that big, Kenneth's finances would be going great - even if his dignity wouldn't. Unfortunately for Kenneth, the reason his shop was the cult's choice was that he was himself a member. And there was one dogma that was more important to the cult than the vanilla political doctrines, the avoidance of rock music (Rock & Roll was a British plot), the no-dating rule (sex is also a British plot), the importance of using the right tuning in opera, the use of the Liebnitz calculus (Newton was British), or even meeting magazine sales quotes. And that rule was that Lyndon LaRouche must never, ever, be expected to pay for things. Taxes? Nope. The millions his Presidential campaign stole when he learned you could just change the amount on a campaign donation? Nope. His lawyer when he got caught stealing millions? Yeah, paying the lawyer was important. That's why Lyn's group used one of their stolen accounts to pay his retainer. The cost of feeding his cultists after a hard day's work trying to sell pamphlets? Nope. The invoices from his tame print company? Nope. When you lose money on every transaction with your biggest customer, your business is on its way to ruin. And since Lyn cannot be at fault in any way, this means it is all YOUR fault that your print shop is going bankrupt. On April 11th, 2007, Kenneth read his morning cult briefing. The instructions were, at heart, simple enough: the boomers responsible for the failure of cult operations, such as the print shop, should kill themselves. For the last time, Kenneth obeyed Lyndon LaRouche's orders.