While attending to the death of my mother, I received a letter from Dr. Addes. He writes, “Reich condemned the existence of the military-industrial state and the enslavement of mankind to the frigid corporate chain of command. Robbed of our wealth and orgasms, we are unable to process the direct reception of orgone waves through which we receive the libidinal energies necessary for functioning in the corporate state.
On a personal note, I’m not waiting for some goody two shoes to come along. My Reichian project keeps me engaged. My responsibility to mankind is growing. We now employ 25 Mexican women sewing our designer blankets. We established a birth control unit on site, keeping the assembly line fluid. Needing more labor, we began contracting with smugglers to import husbands. After hours, women employees are given self-help seminars delving into the mysteries of human sexuality.”
Reich learned from his uncle that to out reproduce your enemy was to defeat him. Goering and Reich crossed paths at the tables of the Romanische club in Berlin. Scorned by the mob around the Freudians Reich joined the table of Wayne, Johnny-Johnny, Brecht and Marlene. “I knew Goering in the war. I was running mail between Vienna and Innsbruck through rain, sleet, and snow when one day the war was over and Alma began her analysis with Freud.”
Like the Medici, Freud enforced the code and it was analytic death to all opponents. Suddenly close disciples become sex perverts run in by Freud’s friend Bernie Gross, the police chief of Berlin. At stake was John and Jane Doe who pay for the psychosexual services of a gaggle of oedipaleptic sycophants. Freud tolerated no deviation from the psychoanalytical norm laid down in his politburo-like Wednesday meetings. Ernest Jones was his Malenkov, rubber stamping Freud’s orders while waiting for the old man to kick the couch.
Adolf Hitler’s formative years in Vienna were spent under this psychological dictatorship. Austrian women were leaving their marital beds for the analysts’ couch. Freud called this Liebekampf, the psychological phenomenon where the woman abandons the sado-homoerotic world of her bourgeois husband.
Brecht is the darling of the politburo, his sexual high jinx ignored as long as he earns hard currency abroad. “I put my lust at the disposal of the state.” In return Brecht was given his theatre. While others did the writing, Brecht took it upon himself to liberate youth from the bourgeois constraints of traditional sex. “Mother used to say”, writes Maria Rivas Dietrich, “that she could not understand people’s attraction to this filthy man Brecht. Sweat and cigar smoke, he only brushed his teeth with a twig.”
The orgasm is the path to eternity. Oppression is released. The state whimpers away.
Grandma Jean died last week. Buried on the anniversary of Kristallnacht, even in death she was on the lookout for Nazis. As Riva Jenkins she starred in the “Girl on the Run” series, an early feminist Western. In life and death we argue with God. Thus the invention of the dialectic by the Talmudic Rabbis. God sent the Romans to spread the word of the Jewish Lord. My people will follow Julius into Europe and up the Thames. Tacitus said, ‘leave them alone, they eat their own.’
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