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Durga, Lakshmi Saraswati…The Goddess Trinity/Tridevi of Hinduism….

October 10, 2016


India, the land of festivals, is in the grip of the annual veneration of good over evil by the feminine (incidentally, some of the biggest demon slayers in hindu lore have been the female forms or aspects of otherwise essentially hermaphroditic  forces that mould our current realities)….

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To understand from whence these tales, fantastic, phantasmagorical, brilliant….came, read on below, via a brilliant commentator/knowledge bank on Facebook, S. Suchindranath Aiyer…

Maharishis (great visionaries), while recognising and rejecting the phenomenal world as but a string of zeroes, posit the ONE, the integer, the absolute as the basis of the series of evanescent nothingness that lends them a relative sense of value and authenticity. The Brahman (the supreme spirit) is beyond all dualities, beyond language and intellect, beyond religions, light and darkness, good and evil, gender, nationalities or planets and is unknowable through space and time or cause and effect. This wonderful phantasmagoria of life is a subjective projection, born of ignorance and capable of being annihilated when its real nature is grasped. “As soon as She is recognised, Maya (illusion) flies away”, and Brahman is seen in all effulgence. This cosmic energy or Shakthi, creating and destroying name and form, ceaselessly modifying herself into multitudinous manifestations, is, therefore, both tempter and liberator; grace and terror; executioner and savior, Kali and Jagathdhatri. Shiva is the transcendent and Shakthi the immanent aspect of the one Brahman. “Bindu”, one of the aspects of Shakthi, is the name given to the tiny dot worn by women on the forehead, and which serves to remind humanity of the tiny aperture in the sea off illusion, where the spiritual (Shiva) meets the manifest (Shakthi) through which the human spirit must pass to attain unity with Brahman (Moksha).

As the Maharishi Medhas declares in the Markandeya Purana:

“It is the inscrutable power of Maha Maya (great illusion or Shakthi), which knits human souls together by the bond of love and brings about attachment between each other. She is the creative energy of the Universe and is the cause of its preservation. Go, worship and propitiate her”.

The Navarathri is consecrated, throughout Aryavarta, to the worship of this all-pervading energy of the Universe in various aspects and through significant rituals.

During the nine nights (the tenth day, the day after, is Vijaya Dashami –Victorious tenth day which brings the Navarathri to a close. The corresponding Ten days are known as Dussehra), according to the Markandeya Purana, Kali, the mother, was engaged in combat with the demons and dark spirits, the chief of whom was Mahishasura, the embodiment, in buffalo form, of physical passion. The Saptashati or Seven Hundred Stanzas relate, with dramatic and simple directness, the overpowering of the world by demoniacal forces; the creation of Mahishasuramardhini (Durga – the mother) (“a mass of light proceeded from all the divinities and conglomerated in an effulgent lustre which revealed the glorious form of a woman reaching over the three worlds”), her battles with the great darknesses personified by Madhu and Kaitabha, Sumbha and Nisumbha, Chanda and Munda. These Shlokas are read and repeated with fervour and feeling throughout the nine days in all Aryan and many Hindu homes. “For all alike”, as Sister Nivedita writes, “there is but one object of contemplation, the wars that were in heaven; one hope and one hope alone, the conquest of good over evil”.

Nowhere, however, is mythology permitted to smother mysticism; for wherever Durga is praised, she is revered as permeating every activity and function of life. She dwells as “the sense in the heart of the wise, as faith in mankind, as modesty in the superior Varnas”. She is “the essence of the substance of various sciences”. She plays in the form of mind and intellect and memory, of power, splendour and prosperity, of repose and endeavour, delusion and shadow, of appetite and gratification, of joy and wisdom. She is terrible only to the lust ridden and the lethargic. He who conserves his child nature is blessed by her caress, as the Universal Mother. As Maharishi Veda Vyasa quotes Bhagawan Maharishi Shri Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita, “Pitahamasya Jagato Mata dhata pitamaha”, “I am the father of the Universe, I am its mother, its protector, its grandsire”.

While Mysore (or Mahishasurapuri now known as Karnataka) used to be synonymous with Dussehra as the capital of the vanquished demon king Mahishasura, and the last bastion of Aryan culture (finally fallen to the constitution of the republic of India), the Durga Pooja, of which the recital of the Saptashathi is an integral part, is the National festival of Bengal, an epitome of the Shaktha (Pursuit of spiritual prowess) side of her culture. Here the Mother is revered in three forms. She is Durga, the Divine Energy, making and destroying, defeated and again conquering, indifferent to personal desires. She is Kali, the dark mother of mystery, wielder of destruction, receiver of sacrifice, whose benediction is regeneration through death and creation through destruction. Finally, she is Jagathdhatri, the tenderness at the heart of nature, which shines in superior women, and from which come forth the true heroines of the world. In her social aspect, Durga has come to be installed as the daughter of every Aryan household, the little wedded girl, Dakshayini, returning from her Lord Shiva’s home for a brief stay among the clinging memories of childhood. Her arrival, stay and eventual departure have formed the theme of exquisitely poignant songs from Bengali devotees. Again, in Bengal, on the day when she leaves home, “bijoya” greetings of reunion pass and re pass from man to man, long nurtured quarrels being forgotten in the fraternal embrace. For, are not all bonds of kindred renewed and sanctified at the feet of the divine visitant?

In other parts of India, other beneficent aspects of Shakthi receive emphasis and focus on different days of the Navarathri. Saraswathi (Knowledge and wisdom), the Shakthi of Brahma, the creative aspect of Brahman is propitiated. Her symbol is the swan, endowed with the mythical ability to consume the milk and abandon the water from a mixture of both. Worshipped too, is Lakshmi (Prosperity and happiness), the Shakthi of Vishnu, the preservative aspect of Brahman. The lotus is the symbol of Lakshmi, with its roots in murky mire; it struggles to rise to the light of heaven through suffocating waters.

Saraswathi is knowledge, and knowledge is not merely discriminative but also creative. Hence, on the eighth day called Durgashtami or Virashtami, implements of culture; swords and spears, writing utensils and books – every little tool of hand and brain – are consecrated with prayers that her blessings might infill them. Such is the wise and virile adaptability of Hindutva that today, not only old Sanskrit manuscripts of Aryavarta are used, but also printed books, including those in Persian, English or German, rifles and revolvers, printing presses, and computers are all included.

Lakshmi, the Shakthi of good fortune, one of the three primordial cosmic impulses of creation, is offered special reverence on the Ninth day. The horse, the palanquin, the umbrella, the sword and other insignia of royalty and authority are venerated and even motorcycles, cars and the humble autorikshaws can be seen rolling around the streets of India bedecked with garlands and bearing banana trees as a sign of auspiciousness, (not Birnam Wood like camouflage), and as homage to Shri or glory.

In honour of all the three primeval forces of creation, the three Shakthis, the Thrishakthi, the girls of Aryan families unfold their own Shakthiness and creativity with gusto and enthusiasm through arranging an exhibition of dolls and an exposition of all forms of decorative arts for the delectation of neighbours and friends. Special gifts and offerings are made to Maidens and Mothers as representatives of Shakthi. In Gujarat and Kathiawar, the ancient Aryan custom of the “Garba Dance” (Womb/Creativity dance), with lighted lamps, is held as part of the universal rejoicing at the arrival of the Light of Mother into every home and woman.

The Tenth Day is the day of victory, of Good over Evil, and is known as Vijaya Dashami (Victorious tenth day). No day is considered more auspicious in Aryavarta for the initiation of human endeavour. Tiny tots of three and four are introduced into the mysteries of symbolized thought, calligraphy and art; children between seven and nine are initiated into the tools and rituals of their ancestral crafts. Marriages proscribed by birth or astrologers, but decreed by love, are performed to triumph in life over the malefics of Karma. It is a day reminiscent of great moments in the History of Bharatha Khanda (Bharatha’s part) of Aryavarta. It was on this day that the Pandavas, after the successful completion of their vow of exile, came out as the protectors of the cow (the symbol of prosperity and just law) retrieved their weapons from the Sami Tree (Acacia Ferugenia sacred to fire) and resumed their martial use, Sri Rama set out on his expedition to slay the Rakshasas (the defenders and protectors of evil, the anti-law) on this day. And, Shivaji, servant of Bhavani (Shakthi), chose this day to commence his war for reclaiming Bharathavarsha from Moslem cruelty and anti-law.

Even to this day, the Maharajas of Mysore, Travancore and Baroda, though dispossessed and disinherited from their patrimony by a perfidious Republic of India, proceed in regal splendour outside the bounds of their erstwhile capitals and reenact the triumphal deeds of the heroes of the Mahabharatha through Sami Pooja. The twigs of the Sami tree (Samithu) are used in vedic rights for generating fire, and the tree is considered to be imbued with purifying Agni (fire), and hence considered to increase the effectiveness of weapons used in defense of Divine Law.

But behind this romance, repeated year after year, glimmers the significance of the loss of the spiritual kingdom. The lost Kingdom of Heaven (Hum-Rajya or Hurrah). Which needs must be regained with more potent weapons than are wielded by mortal hands, but such as are carried wisely and well, only by the developed, disciplined and refined will.

Note: Arya means one who knows Brahman and refers to all those (Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas AND Shudras) traditionally entitled through ancestral religion to be initiated in a right of passage to the pursuit of Knowledge of Brahman (Enlightenment), and wear the Yagnyopaveetha (the upper garment of sacrifice or the sacred thread). Hindus (including Budhists, and Jains) are those of myriad religions, worshiping myriad deities, living to the East of the Indus and abiding by the Dharma or laws and treaties of Aryavarta. India or Bharath (the empire founded by Bharatha in post Rig Vedic or Yajur Vedic period) was part of Aryavarta (the peoples following the laws, treaties and chivalric code of the Aryans), which stretched from North Western Europe through the Middle East to South Eastern Asia with its heartlands in Central Asia. Owing to several reasons such as prowess of arms, environment/geography or civilization, Aryavarta never included South Western Europe, North Eastern Asia, the Sahara and Sub Saharan Africa. History, peripheral expansion and localization spawned many different cultures, ideologies, wars, and revisionist treaties birthing religions, beliefs, nations and rewritten (politically expedient) Histories. But echoing at the roots of all this lie the same fundamental codes of law and chivalry, and the covenant of Brahman, through Prajapathi, to the Sapta (Seven) Rishis (Sages): Man is a divinity created by Brahman to build a paradise on Earth on the three pillars of Sathya (truth), Shiva (virtue) and Sundara (beauty) within the ambit of the Dharma (divine law) of Dana (generosity), Daya (compassion) and Damyatha (self discipline/moderation).

Religion is but a means to an end. The end often frustrated by confusion; of culture, language and tradition with religion, of adjectives with proper nouns, of analogies with facts, of allegories with History, of examples with rules, of rules with laws, and of politics and personal aggrandizement with the quest for Brahman. The purpose of life is to make others happy without making oneself unhappy. To do this, one must rise above jealousy, lust, and lethargy. To do this, feel gratitude, for this breeds contentment, which extinguishes desire, and the result is happiness. Find this balance and prosper.

Jai Devi!!!!!

Aldoofus Huckster….you miserable f*&^£!

September 25, 2016

First there was this:

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And then there was the fall:

“Jews in America have been sexual revolutionaries. A large amount of the material on sexual liberation was written by Jews. Those at the forefront of the movement which forced America to adopt a more liberal view of sex were Jewish. Jews were also at the vanguard of the sexual revolution of the 1960s. Wilhelm Reich, Herbert Marcuse and Paul Goodman replaced Marx, Trotsky and Lenin as required revolutionary reading. Reich’s central preoccupations were work, love and sex, while Marcuse prophesied that a socialist utopia would free individuals to achieve sexual satisfaction. Goodman wrote of the “beautiful cultural consequences” that would follow from legalizing pornography: it would “ennoble all our art” and “humanize sexuality.”

Yep, all by design…

Your thoughts are not your own. Your “drives” aren’t either.

If you’ve not climbed the mountain, but are sitting at the base, “sending one” and feeling all “arrived”, you’ve been had.

Sex, drugs and R&R….try telling a hippie from the SExties that Woodstock was the ultimate set-up and they’ll squeal like stuck pigs in unision….waaaaaah….it was so much fun though….

Liberation through cock-rings and butt-plugs and now dolls…

“The hyper-sexualization of Western culture (the most conspicuous result of the Jewish takeover and virtual monopolization of the Western media and entertainment industries) can, therefore, be viewed as the practical ethno-political application of psychoanalytic theory to a traditional Western culture regarded as inherently authoritarian, fascistic and anti-Semitic due to its “repressive” sexual morality. MacDonald points out that “psychoanalysis has been a veritable treasure trove of ideas for those intent on developing radical critiques of Western culture” with these ideas influencing thought in a wide range of areas, “including sociology, child rearing, criminology, anthropology, literary criticism, art, literature, and the popular media.”

As true here in the east…

good quotes via here:

Know thy enemy, he is in the mirror…

As Lao Tzu said, Shut all the doors….

Perception is the matrix false reality🙂

India, you too….going mad being recently liberated…pimps and hoes! Abound…

Aldoofus Huxalot knew what was coming because he knew the plan…

freedom to f&^%*, animal passions….


Actually, it’s elemental😉


Guru yab-yum

Hey Americans and Indians, Read And Watch and Ponder…

September 13, 2016

Greetings my American Brothers and Sisters,

This is crucial information. It is TRUE.

Share it far and wide so you may under-stand why your “Country”  and You seem to be so far apart in terms of how a/your country should be run.

You will be shocked if you are unaware.

And to my Indian brothers and sisters, imagine if this is the State of the most powerful nation on earth, what our condition is in India. The Brutish left us our constitution, our central bank and nation that has only slid downward on every conceivable metric ever since.

The truth is out there. Rajeev Dixit was murdered in India for trying to bring this knowledge to the Indian population.

There is no excuse anymore. We are all begin collectively pulled into a hell-hole of serfdom…look at how corporations own and run India. Urjit Patel, the new RBI governor is a part of the Ambani family and worked for Reliance as a President for 11 years. We have a fully compromised and sold out press…criminal body politic, lazy assed and probably largely corrupt administrative service at every level…

This is no legacy to leave and no way to live either…


If you want to do something, get in touch…

Read on, and watch…

Virginia Trust Holding Company Incorporated, founded by King James I, of England in 1606, laid claim to all land in America, and on planet earth for the Holy Roman Empire in the Treaty of 1213, under a Papal Bull and Divine Right of Kings. This treaty proclaimed the British Crown as protectors and land-stewarts for the Holy Roman Empire which is the oldest, richest and largest corporation on earth forever.  Here’s a very interesting bit of history that you were never taught in school; Virginia Trust Holding Company Inc., never waged war for its independence from the British Crown. That would be like waging war against yourself. All land was conquered by the British Crown for the Holy Roman Empire in America and only leases the land under “Fee Simple Title”. If you purchased land then, you are merely “tenants” on the land under Fee Simple Title, and have no actual sovereign rights or ownership. All sovereign ownership and alloidal title still belongs to Virginia Trust Holding Company now known as USA Inc.  Did you know that Washington District of Columbia Incorporated was first legally documented and called “New Rome” in the early 16th century? Few people understand the meaning behind all the symbols displayed in Washington District of Columbia Incorporated. There are many symbols that openly proclaim who controls America but, the American People are ignorant and clueless to the true meaning of these overt symbols. Ignorance of the law and its symbols is no excuse. You are expected to know who and what rules you. The fault resides with We The People not with the de facto usurpers of what was once our Constitutional Republic.  There are two very important symbols that give away who is actually in full control of our once Constitutional Republic blatantly displayed for all the world to see behind the Speaker of the House. These two large symbols are ancient Etruscan/Roman symbols and are called “Fasces”. This is where we get the term “Fascism”. The symbols proclaim legalist and banking/military rulership and authority under Caesarian Papal Pontifex Maximus of the Holy Roman Empire. What is the meaning of Fascism? Corporate power in control of government.  Socialism is the government in control of corporations and everything else. Both are known as Collectivism as both create a form of centralized authoritarian dictatorship. What is America? A private foreign owned off-shore corporation subjugated and being destroyed by a witch’s brew of techno-feudal marxist/fascist Collectivism.


In bitter, liberating sovereign truth,



HA HA ouch!

August 31, 2016


August 20, 2016

Credulity, Belief, Smoke and Mirrors…

August 5, 2016


As many of you reading this know, I’ve been telling the wold (and making vehicles in my own limited budget as best I can) that most people are blinded by the light of celebrity and heroes and this is especially true of the current world tech hero, Elon Musk.

Who, from my own research and understanding of Electric vehicles, is a giant ponzi, accounting, market hype driven Fraud. Even in India, he is the hero du jour of the tech world.

Well, here is what intelligent people think of Tesla.

And it should be said, and perhaps I don’t have a readership anymore, just old followers who could not be arsed to shake a finger anymore, but the response to my crowdfund here was a big fat Zero. Not even a “hey vivek, good luck in your battle against the beast”…such apathy is saddening, especially after the years long relationship some of us have shared…

All good, hope you are well in this increasingly unstable world…


Let me know what your thoughts on Tesla are.

Thank you for voting!
Is Tesla a giant fraud or the future of motoring?
  • It’s a whopping great fraud! 79.97% – ( 942 Votes )
  • Tesla is the future of motoring! 20.03% – ( 236 Votes )


Laugh till you Weep…Liberia, History…

July 24, 2016


History’s un-foldment has obviously and always had a helping hand. So has of course it’s being written for our present consumption.

Of course, given where we are today, most known world history is a WHITE-wash….



So Tight

In the Dao

Liberia…history retold…

But first, some pictures…

Black man with White man’s gunz…

Nature needs no up-set…

Why do gun-makers a free ride in our judgemental world?


The way all fucking colonialist interventions, for the savage’s good of course…end…Listing…Bah!

But we are here for a history less-on today, yes? Round-tripping via Rusty Shorts at Zerohedge…

By Gary Brecher

FRESNO – I’ve written a little about some of the great military figures Liberia has given the world, like General Butt Naked and his platinum-blonde drag queen psycho killers. But I’ve never told the hilarious, totally sick story of how Liberia got the way it is. And it’s too interesting to hold back any longer.

Liberian history is supposedly “tragic,” which is newspaper code for “funny as Hell.” I can’t help it, it is. It’s not like I don’t sympathize. I do. I mean, which slum did your grandparents come from? Probably some starved village where the coal mine’s been closed since it ate a whole shift of locals. How’d you like it if everybody in your neighborhood took up a collection to send you back there, even if you didn’t speak a word of the language? “We feel you don’t fit in in Santa Barbara and you’ll never be truly happy until you’re back in Lower Slobovia:”

That’s how Liberia started. It was white people’s idea from the start. They were worried about free blacks, who made up about a tenth of the 2 million black people in the US. The two extremes of the slavery issue, abolitionists and crazy slaveowners, agreed something had to be done about all those free blacks.

The abolitionists loved black people so much they wanted them to go far, far away. So did the slaveowners, who announced with no evidence at all that free blacks were “promoters of mischief.” (I don’t know what “mischief” means–maybe they TP’d those Gone With the Wind plantation houses.)

A group of rich white do-gooders including Francis Scott Key, who wrote “the Star Spangled Banner,” got together to raise the money to send free blacks back to Africa. For them Key had a special version of the anthem: “Oh say can you see/the home of the brave? If so, you’re standing too close/Go about 4000 miles southeast, to West Africaaaa.”

Congress came through with a big grant and in 1819, a ship with 88 freed blacks and three white chaperons landed in that other success-story for re-planting blacks, Sierra Leone. After gassing up at Freetown, they headed down the coast to the promised land, Liberia.

Within three weeks of arriving at their new home, all three whites and 22 blacks died of fever. That’s barely time to start naming things “free-” this and “free-that.

Instead they named the place “Perseverance.” A little truth in advertising. The rich whites sitting home safe in the US were determined to persevere in Liberia, even if it meant shipping every black they could catch straight into the most disease-ridden, lethal climate in the world. They worked a deal with the US Navy that any slave ships intercepted on the high seas would be detoured to Liberia an dump their cargo there, which meant that no matter how many colonists died, more were always on the way.

It was like a do-gooder version of Darwin, only sped up. Most of the newcomers died so fast they barely had time to thank their benefactors, but a few survived. And they were the ones who married and had kids, so eventually you got a population that had some degree of resistance to all the tropical diseases.

Once they realized they weren’t all going to die in the next week, the settlers went to work on the most fundamental thing in any society: setting up cliques. There were three big ones in Liberia: the freed slaves who were “black”; the ones who were “mulatto”; and way back there in the bush, the natives. Naturally, none of these cliques liked each other.

The next step, naturally, was sucking up to the people who abused you. Is this starting to remind you of high school? That’s because high school is a totally typical example of how people act when they have to start a society from scratch.

So instead of making peace with the natives, the Liberians spent the 1840s trying to get officially recognized by the whites. The funny bit is that the European states didn’t have too much problem granting it, but the US–the country that started Liberia with a huge grant from Congress–refused to recognize Liberia until 1862. Guess why. Yup: because the South might object to having a black ambassador in Washington D.C.

It makes you wonder how they finally agreed to recognize Liberia. I mean, it’s 1862, the Confederacy’s at war with the US, and some bureaucrat’s still sweating over the decision: “Well, Mr. Lincoln, our focus groups show there might be a negative reaction in some of the border districts:”

By this time Liberia was a full-grown country, doing what West African coastal enclaves are supposed to do: getting ripped off in “development” loans from the West, having ridiculous border disputes over some fever-ridden chunk of bush, and making the inland natives feel like dirt. British banks ripped the Liberians off so badly that one Liberian president–“the Liberian Lincoln,” no less–had to swim for his life, and ended up as shark food before he made it to a British ship in the harbor of Monrovia, the new Liberian capital city.

Monrovia was named after James Monroe, who was one of the supporters of the Liberian colonization plan. His famous comment on Liberia was, “Love you guys, wish you could stay longer, here’s your hat.”

My favorite border dispute was between Liberia and that other outpost of freedom, Sierra Leone. In 1883, Sierra Leone claimed territory that Liberia held. The British backed up the Sierra Leoneans; Uncle Sam decided to stay out of it, and the Liberians had to back down. Next it was the French, in the Ivory Coast next door, grabbing another chunk of territory. Through it all Uncle Sam kept his distance from his black nephews in Liberia. It was like he was a little embarrassed by them.

One reason the US might’ve been embarrassed by the Liberians is that they kept trying to look white. And they succeeded. Take a look at the pictures of Liberian leaders from the 1800s and they look like Confederate generals with a tan–a lot of white blood in there. The Liberians were proud of that; the US wasn’t.

These “Americo-Liberians” were never more than five percent of the population, but they ran the coast, had the money, understood more about the outside world–so they considered themselves the elite. They felt even whiter when they compared themselves with the natives, who were pure West African–some of the darkest people in the world. To remind everybody of the difference, the settlers called themselves “Americo-Liberians” and put on a lot of airs, with stiff collars and muttonchop sideburns–not to mention that other mark of higher civilization, land grabs.

Nobody was really sure how far inland Liberia’s borders went. Basically, it was as much as they wanted or could grab. Nobody worried much about the natives; they were black and uncivilized. The Americo-Liberians were as racist as the slaveowners their ancestors had crossed the ocean to get away from. They sent their kids to school in the US to make sure they didn’t get too African, and didn’t even try to find out who lived in the jungle they’d claimed until the 1860s.

By the 1890s, you had the ultimate in, uh, black comedy: Liberian gunboats sailing upriver to bombard savage native tribes who were resisting civilization. In fact, they were resisting it too well: when the Americo-Liberian army marched inland to teach the Gola tribe a lesson, they got their cafe-au-lait asses kicked.

Liberian military history recovered its former glory in 1917, when Liberia formally joined the Allies against the Germans. There was panic among the General Staff in Berlin when the news arrived. But there was rejoicing in Monrovia, because it meant all German assets in Liberia could be seized and handed out to deserving Americo-Liberian pals.

But then unrest flared up inland, in darkest Liberia. The Americo-Liberian government sent a party to investigate. It turned out the tribes back there had heard a rumor that slavery was going to be abolished, and were outraged. The government explained it was just PR, a decree to impress the foreigners. But the natives were still restless, so the government had to send a big force to convince the Kru, the biggest tribe, to be peaceful by sacking their towns and killing off their warriors.

World War II was Liberia’s golden age–by Liberian standards, that is. Once again the country took its stand for liberty, enlisting on the Allied side. But this time that actually meant something, because while WW I was basically a European war, WW II really was a worldwide deal. So the US set up some bases on the Liberian coast, with plenty of trickle-down for the locals. All kinds of fancy Western ideas started percolating through Monrovia. Women got the vote and in the early Sixties the Peace Corps did some of its earliest do-gooding in Liberia.

What did those kids actually do in the Corps, anyway? As far as I know, they just hugged a lot of dark-skinned people and meant well. It’s kind of fun to think of these white American hippies’ welcoming party in Monrovia, with all the snooty mulattoes in town sipping cocktails and warning them about those terribly, terribly primitive blacks one meets inland.

Liberia’s biggest break ever came when some genius realized that since Liberia was officially a country–recognized since 1862, remember!–it had the right to sell ship registrations. Which it started doing, cut-rate, to every tramp steamer that didn’t want to bother with lifeboats or safety inspections.

Which is why, every time an oil tanker goes aground while the captain was dead drunk, or comes apart mid-ocean, the papers call it “a Liberian-registered vessel.” Your assurance of quality on the high seas.

That one’s still a big money-spinner for Liberia. Actually Liberia was doing OK, by African standards, right up to the 70s. They’d had the same president from 1944 to 1971, an upstanding old guy with the great name of William Vacanarach Shadrach Tubman. With his suit and horn-rimmed glasses, he looks a little like Papa Doc Duvalier, the scary little dude who ruled Hatii at about the same time. But Tubman was a much more peaceful guy, who actually tried to include the inland tribes in the party. Investment picked up, schools got built, peace almost looked ready to break out. Almost….