“Life in the Penal Colony: My Years in Vienna” by Wilhelm Reich.
“As the agent of my parent’s death I sought a cure with Sigmund Freud. In session I mentioned a visit by a little bluish green elf. The elf urged me to bring forth the knowledge of the orgone.”
I was hooked into this cult of Reich, waiting at Molly’s Sweet Shop in Rangeley Maine for a chance to meet the great professor. Wednesday was two-for-one malted day and he would snowshoe in with his children.
Dr. Reich is to the orgasm what Stephen Foster is to the Blues.
Reich never left Rangeley. There are rumors that God’s sexual liberator enslaved his own women.
Wilhelm threw tantrums when another of his letters to Freud returned unopened. Theories of orgone terrified Freud who was threatened by Reich’s miracle cure.
It was Freud’s penis envy versus Reich’s orgasm. Reich accused Freud of drug addiction and psychological hooliganism.
Freud represented the circumcised penis wielding its castrated head at the flower of the orgasm. Freud and Brecht strangled the sex out of the German race. Repulsed by women, Brecht unleashed his orgy of sexual control on an unsuspecting German Democratic Republic. Unlike Freud who wanted freedom in the bedroom along with capitalist control at the top, Brecht demanded control of both the bedroom and the factory floor.
Calling for the regulation of the orgasm, this big ejaculator was accused of raping the 16 year old John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
