Morrow Rules the EF

[Jan Klimkowski]

If I were to create a fictional character on the "Morrow" model, it would be an egomaniacal, sex-obsessed, latent homosexual male living off a trust fund. He would be named "Boner Marrow." Boner would be ripe for blackmail (and Black males, but I digress). Further, Boner would be the target not just of honeytrap operations, but also of an operation to play on his ego and twisted sense of right and wrong.

The latter might see Boner approached by a "trusted" JFK researcher who shares Boner's true belief in LBJ's "mastermind" role and provides just the right incentives for Boner to agree to post material prepared by other LBJ true believers.

A deep political parable with a dash of ribald wit....

Greg is on target when he notes the significance of wide variations in literary abilities in a correspondent presenting as one person. I nailed the EF's "Colby" entity when I noted and presented examples of such differences in style, usage, punctuation, vocabulary, etc.

Another give-away: A sudden expansion of interests and expertise.

Note that there were once many good researchers sharing insights and interpretations in the "Political Conspiracies" section of The Swamp.

Then a creature wormed into the body fabric, nibbling away at irrelevancies, attempting to divert work into empty laybys, provoking anger and bile. One moderator would cheerlead the worm's efforts, often engaging in tag team theatre, whilst Simkin and the other mods were essentially AWOL.

And so it came to pass.

All the good "Political Conspiracies" researchers abandoned the hostile territory of the Swamp.

Some created a new home at DPF, where subversion is not tolerated.

The entities simply navigated to fresh water in The Swamp, tasked with a new mission, to disrupt meaningful research in the JFK section.

Displaying a breadth of reading, an ability to challenge the most obscure footnote, that seems beyond the achievement of a single person in a few short months.

"Brock Vond" is the COINTELPRO character in Pynchon's Vineland, whose narrator opines:

Brock Vond's genius was to have seen in the activities of the sixties left not threats to order but unacknowledged desires for it. While the Tube was proclaiming youth revolution against parents of all kinds and most viewers were accepting this story, Brock saw the deep -- if he'd allowed himself to feel it, the sometimes touching -- need only to stay children forever, safe inside some extended national Family. The hunch he was betting on was that these kid rebels, being halfway there already, would be easy to turn and cheap to develop. They'd only been listening to the wrong music, breathing the wrong smoke, admiring the wrong personalities. They needed some reconditioning.

The creature Brock lives in a particular carnal universe, as articulated by the compromised radical, Brock's sometime "lover", Frenesi:

With his own private horrors further unfolded into an ideology of the mortal and uncontinued self, Brock came to visit, and strangely to comfort, in the half-lit hallways of the night, leaning in darkly in above her like any of the sleek raptors that decorate fascist architecture. Whispering: "This is just how they want you, an animal, a bitch with swollen udders lying in the dirt, blank-faced, surrendered, reduced to this meat, these smells. . . . " Taken down, she understood, from all the silver and light she'd known and been, brought back to the world.