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In the 1970s America a porn celebrity Larry Flynt was leisurely flying over the Rockies in his labia-pink jet with the evangelical sister of an evangelical President of the United States, when God, the Apostle Paul, and the comedian Lenny Bruce accosted him from within, i.e., he had a vision.
I described that turbulence in the chapter “A Blast” after I had read Larry Flynt's autobio An Unseemly Man here in Seattle, which I think was in 2004. On the back burner I kept a powerful Sun Dream I had back in Montana, which I wrote down to the last capturable detail, and was keeping for the right fit down the still unfolding for me world. Now it seems we are here.
With that Montana super oneirism at hand I will now again walk through Larry Flynt’s perturbation on this fateful November 1977 flight, but this time I will channel the revelation of it by which I’m possessed now.
Let’s go.
In the 1977 America the smuttiest of the mainstream porners of the Western world gets overwhelmed by a smashing paranormal seizure, because he’s been messing too much with the Sun, the ultimate powers known and unknown.
Only a few days prior, biology clocked him at thirty-five (born November 1, 1942), when a man needs to straighten out and start getting his thing done. But in this case the Sun terribly roared.
Happens to many of us maturing guys, only in less otherworldly ways.
With the pink-shot sophist Flynt it takes an extreme turn not, primarily, because he is filthy in extreme ways, many guys are. But, rather, because he has become one of the notorious agents of ill eating away at the Western world. Let’s extract.
One of the most publicized corruptors of the right-minded America, and through extension of the Western World, undergoes the commonplace existential pains over hitting a threshold in life.
The evangelical sister of the evangelical president of the United States steps into his timeline. Her presence verges on a near sentient — hark! hark! — linking of our subject to the mightiest powers of the Western world, and the world, actually.
A liaison to those powers, a sister of of the acting U.S. President, initiates a Christian – i.e., beyond reason – acceptance of a demoralized to the core super influential man. Wasn’t it him who published a photo of another U.S. president’s naked wife for the whole world to chew on, for which he only got more notorious and rich?
Out of that combustive mix, the otherwise casual processes of hitting peak manhood fuse into a subliminal flare in the otherwise raw unsophisticated subject. Ruth Carter Stapleton plays a critical seminal part in triggering Larry Flynt’s vision, including some of the casting.
Some, because the Lenny Bruce character clearly springs up from Larry Flynt’s own crassness, coupled with hist first-hand knowledge of the instrumentalities behind the rot of the Western world. This is when things get really interesting for us ethnic Euros the world over.
Lenny Bruce was born in 1925 in Long Island and died naked on a bathroom floor in Hollywood from overdose of morphine in 1966.
