THE INFORMATION #940 MAY 12, 2017

THE INFORMATION #940
MAY 12, 2017
Copyright 2017 FRANCIS DIMENNO
francisdimenno@yahoo.com
https://dimenno.wordpress.com

Evil is a sucker for solidity. It always goes for big numbers, for confident granite, for ideological purity, for drilled armies and balanced sheets. –Joseph Brodsky


WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE 
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN 
CHAPTER ELEVEN: PART TWENTY-THREE: DAYS OF WRATH 

It was a cold early spring morning in Blowtown. Birds were hopping from branch to branch on bedraggled trees which had recently started bursting their buds and displaying startling green leaves. 

 
“Can I ask you a question?” said Cadger Tandy to Count Victor Justin. 
 
“Fire away. I don’t guarantee I’ll have an answer for it, though.”
 
“Do you ever think about any of the people you’ve cheated out of all their money?”

Count Victor Justin gave him a peculiar look, but quickly decided that there was no judgmental component to the question.

“I think about them all the time, Yob,” said the Count. “I’m always scheming for new and better ways to cool off a sucker. That’s something you learn early on, in the carny. You see, it’s all a big game. And there’s only two rules. Rule number one is that you never give the sucker back his money unless you absolutely have to. And rule number two is that there’s no percentage in wising up a sucker. Meaning that you should never give advice to nobody, at no time, for any reason. If they neither want nor need your advice, it’s an exercise in futility. And if they are in need of advice, it’s a sure thing that they’re either a sucker, or they are too stupid for you to associate with–or both.

“One hard fact you must always remember, Yob, is that the world is not your friend. Trust nobody. NO-body. Certainly not strangers. Not even your friends. Always be prepared for a big let-down from your friends. The closer they are, the more likely it is that they will come up short in one way or another, just when you’re counting on them the most. Ask them to give you a hand and they will spit in your eye. Because it’s dog eat dog eat dog. And the little fish outnumber the big.

“As for cooling off a sucker who has just been scalped, the best and easiest way to make him forget that he’s lost all his money is to confront him with something even worse–like disgrace, or jail. Or even bodily harm, if it absolutely comes down to that, though it shouldn’t. A good grifter need never raise his hand against another man. Or any woman either, for that matter. I got no compunction about swindling a pore weak women. Many of those Jezebels have got it coming. In fact, everyone in the world has got something coming, if the truth be known. Shakespeare said it best:

“‘Use every man after his desert, and who should ‘scape whipping?’

“You don’t learn any useful advice about how to avoid swindlers in grade school. That’s because school is the biggest swindle of all. All they teach you how to do there is how to be quiet and how to be a good obedient mummy so you don’t disrupt the operations in a business office. That’s why all the employers say that if you don’t have a high school education then we can’t USE you. That’s why so many chumps end up working in the factory, or joining the army, where they don’t even want you to be educated–all they care about is that you show up on time. That’s a cruel reality that every member of the underworld has taken to heart. Nobody wants to hire a jailbird, or a Yellof who hasn’t sat patiently through twelve or thirteen years of the most boring experience of their young life. Better to serve a ten-spot on a bum beef. On the other hand, no hard con will ever be swindled by a sharper, as his pals would have put him wise long ago to the intricacies of the short con. The fact is, a lot of underworld characters that you’ll meet are far better equipped to survive at an animal level than any greenhorn, or, for that matter, any of your sissified city dudes who spray foo-foo water on their fingers and drink lapsang oolong from a china cup with a lifted pinky finger. I would say for starters that your average civilian doesn’t know any useful skills at all, like how to pick a lock, or break quietly into a house or store, or palm a piece of loose merchandise–much less how to blow a safe, or pick a pocket, or turn out a whore. Your average businessman probably hasn’t been any kind of fist fight for over thirty years, and he would be like chum to a shark in any kind of hard-boiled situation. Your average lard-ass would faint dead away if confronted with the rigors of the prison yard. Once you become accustomed to a soft life, it is hard to get acclimated to a diet of bread and water and sleeping on a hard sheet of iron with a wooden block for a pillow. When faced with a genuine police character, the instinct of your average goopy tin-horn piker is to bawl for the coppers. Your average crook has a lot more in common with a bluecoat or a crooked ward heeler than with any member of the great unwashed. You might say that criminals are the aristocrats among the hoi polloi. Even your average slum-dwelling wisenheimer is probably fifty times more worldly wise and smarter than your average college professor. Sure, now don’t get me wrong–I have a great respect for learned men, as long as they stick to their last, and don’t try to interfere with anything that really matters in this world. But, all too often, it’s some educated fool who comes up with some crack-brained notion about how to solve all the nation’s unsolvable problems, and the end result is that the cure is worse than the disease, and all our problems have gotten worse. These dingbats always work hand in hand with the sky-pilots and goo-goos and all the other bleeding hearts who can’t seem to get it into their thick skulls that nature is red in tooth and claw, all the way from the very bottom to the very top.

“You ever see a squirrel who’s lost his nuts? Or a bird that has had her nest moved? The pore bewildered creatures go ’round circles, squealing and squeaking, and if you get in their way you might get a sharp nip for your troubles. Well, those critters are just like a mark when he’s been bunco’d. Only one Yellof in a hundred will take his loss like a man and quietly walk away. Usually, what happens is that the mark can’t believe that the grift has gone sour and he ain’t gonna get his ooftish. Then he gets mad, and pulls a nutty. It’s like he’s got a volcano percolating under his hat, and he’s going to blow at any second. Usually, he does. Then what happens is that he tries to calm himself and salvage whatever he can from the situation. And when he realizes that he can’t, then he gets all downcast. This is where the skilled bunco operator comes in. You give the sucker every assurance that down the road there will be another chance to recoup his losses, and, if you manage to sound convincing enough, he will perk right up. But you have to be careful–it takes a skilled confidence man tom play that game. Usually, you want to give the mark the blow-off before he even has time to get sore. I find that the best way is to pretend to shoot your confederate with a gaffed weapon, and then tell the mark that he’s an accessory to murder and he’d better take it on the lam and never breathe a word about what happened to a living soul. That chills him. Self-preservation is a wonderful medicine and general all-around restorative. The mark might even feel the queer elation that comes from dodging a risky situation.

“Yea, Bo–we’re more like animals than we like to admit–when it comes right down to it.”


1*SALUTATION 
HARRY NILSSON
DON’T LEAVE ME
 
I SAID GOODBYE TO ME
 
LIFE LINE (LIVE)
 
JUMP INTO THE FIRE
 
ALL I THINK ABOUT IS YOU
2*REFERENCE 
FASCIST FASCINATION

www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/fascist-fascination

3*HUMOR 

5 Deranged Authors Who Wrote the Same Book Over and Over


4*NOVELTY 
5*AVATAR OF THE ZEITGEIST 

The Philip K. Dick way of political resistance

6* DAILY UTILITY 
PARIS FLAMMONDE ON FASCISM
 
ALSO SEE:
THE FAKE REVOLT (1967)

It is precisely this angry, grumbling, wildcat hostility to
everything, that will make the Fake Revolt the chosen vehicle of the
next Hitler … who will naturally require drug-addicted goon-squads
and a Lumpen “Elite” (on motorcycles) to scare YOU, the yellow-belly
public, into frightened silence and guilty connivance, exactly as
happened once before in living memory…. Don’t imagine for a minute
that I’m the only sorehead still remembering Hitler and the German
Death Camps, laid out and suggested in Celine’s Bagatelles pour un
Massacre and L’Ecole des Cadavres, works carefully omitted from this
particular lunatic degenerate’s complete works, now again being
plugged as “in.” …. The New Left is essentially a front operation or 

“Social Democratic” Trojan Horse, intended to set up cadres to 
welcome the new Hitler when he comes.–Gershon Legman

7*CARTOON 

BUDDY’S BEER GARDEN (1933)
 
8*PRESCRIPTION 
CARTOON NETWORK GROOVIES
YOGI BEAR
 
ALSO SEE:
BOO BOO GOES WILD
9*RUMOR PATROL 
CHINA’S ANIMAL MEAT FESTIVAL
10* LAGNIAPPE
STRAVINSKY
FUNERAL SONG OP. 5
Lost for 105 years.
11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA 

THE JFK ASSASSINATION (2)

I shouldn’t admit this to anyone, I suppose, but for years I’ve been trying to figure out how to wring humor out of the Kennedy assassination. I mean, either Oswald took three of the luckiest potshots in the world, or there were a whole slew of people out there on Dealey Plaza trying to kill him–so many that they probably got in each other’s way. Did this cabal get together to argue points of precedent Did they draw straws to determine crossfire placement? “Sorry, Pierre–you get the rifle in the sewer.” “Mon Dieu! Zis cannot be! I’ve got ze mildew allergies!” You could almost see the Three Stooges in the role. I suppose hapless Larry would be Oswald. Moe, the mastermind, would be up there on the grassy knoll, constantly being interrupted by some cute kid who wants to know what he’s got in the briefcase. And Curly would be the inept secret service agent whose weapon accidentally discharges, killing JFK via friendly fire. At which point he would say “Nya-aa-aa-aah!” and slap his hands up and down his face.

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE. 
940. THE CURRENT POLITICAL SITUATION

You might say that nowadays, the USA has got a case of necrotizing faschismus.

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