In 1976 I began getting letters from a man I hoped was a charming crank about "why we Fascists assassinated Kennedy." How I got on Coman-Ra's mailing list in the first place some years earlier was a mystery to me. Since 1970, though, Greg Hill and I both had been receiving from him everything from advice about how to grow organic sprouts to racist newspapers published by White Christians who were armed and quite danger- ous. In reply to one of my memos about Kirstein that had fall- en into his hands indirectly, he wrote me to say that the trag- edy in Dallas was plotted by the Secret Order of Thule in such a way as to assure that no cover-up could remain convincing forever. Motive: to make the American public paranoid about their government and mass media. For paranoia, he told me, is a big step in the direction of mental health. People who become paranoid, Coman-Ra wrote, will not rest until they discover every last shred of truth. Among the de- vices used to encourage awareness of conspiracy were the man crude Oswald impersonations that occurred just previous to the assassination. Puzzled for more than a decade about exactly that mystery, I had to admit this was the first credible hypo- thesis to explain it without making the assassins look like idiots. And had they been less than geniuses, there'd have been no cover-up at all. Coman-Ra further informed me that the conspiracy was con- structed in concentric circles, like Chinese boxes, with des- cending levels, so that only the "man at the center" under- stood afterwards exactly what had happened. Of course, I could not ignore the possibility that man might have been the person I call Brother-in-law. What brought the many loose ends in the John Kennedy murder mystery together for me was this realization that it was a max- imum complicity crime. Various factions must have been deliber- ately implicated on a blind-alliance basis, so that once the event occurred, every group of conspirators was startled at ev- idence of participation by someone besides themselves. Like Brother-in-law, Coman-Ran seemed morbidly fascinated with Hitler and Nazi Germany. Both men mentioned in particular little-known aspects of the Third Reich -- such as the secret pagan rituals of the SS and the occult beliefs of Hitler's co- horts. Both repeated a rumor that Nazi rocket scientists dis- covered energy secrets the oil companies were repressing to this day. And whether either or both were living some kind of macabre hoax or were absolutely fanatical was impossible to decide, since neither man was without humor. For instance, Coman-Ra always signed off with: "Love is Alive and Well." As might be anticipated, it struck me that perhaps Coman-Ra and Gary Kirstein were the same person, so in 1977 I dropped in on Coman-Ra unexpectedly at his address in Sacramento, California. Not only was he not the same man I had conversed with in New Or- leans, but it was plain that the spine-chilling ranting in his letters was just a big put-on. That isn't to say his information about the assassination could not have been valid. A warm, in- telligent human being obviously unsympathetic to Fascism, he nevertheless semmed quite versed in secret society politics. "I come on all hairy like that in my letters," he told me, "to scare off government agents." Dedicated to Dylan #28-1986 Thomas - Whoever HE Was KULTCHA Organ of the Revolutionary Surrealist Vandal Party (RSVP) Forget about Jesus! Think about the Georgia Bureau of Investigation and the Solar Lodge of the O.T.O. instead. They're closer to home and almost as dangerous.