Sodom on the Potomac
Confessions of a D.C. Madam: The Politics of Sex, Lies, and Blackmail, by Henry W. Vinson with Nick Bryant (Walterville, Ore.: TrineDay, 2014) 205 pp.
reviewed by Andrew Hamilton
DURING THE Republican administrations of Ronald Reagan and George H.W. Bush, Henry W. Vinson ran the largest homosexual prostitution ring in the nation’s capital. It catered to powerful politicians, government bureaucrats, businessmen, media figures, and military officers.
Dubbed the “D.C. Madam” by the press — not to be confused with Washington D.C. procuress Deborah Jeane Palfrey, who was later given the same name (a tale unto itself) — Vinson tells his story with the assistance of investigative reporter Nick Bryant.
It is apparent that sexual degeneracy is endemic in society’s top political and media circles, Leftist and conservative. Homosexuality is rampant and many White members of the Jewish-dominated Establishment are participants in the lifestyle. Elite homosexuals frequently have wives and children.
Vinson, a mortician by trade, acquired his first homosexual “escort service” for $10,000 from a physically emaciated man named “Richard” who was at death’s door thanks to AIDS. Because the business was called Ebony and Ivory it doubtless supplied Negro men to White homosexuals, though Vinson does not admit this.
At that time Vinson knew a man who made $1,000 to $2,000 a day “turning tricks” in the capital. Another twentysomething of his acquaintance — “tall and slender with flaxen, blond hair and blue eyes — he looked like a Swedish model” — on rare occasions made as much as $10,000 a day. Vinson calculated that he could quickly recoup his initial $10,000 investment.
Though Vinson and Bryant do not say so — they simply depict Henry as an exceptionally savvy entrepreneur — the operator of a criminal enterprise does not pay state or federal taxes, social security, job or health benefits, or adhere to workplace rules that severely burden legitimate businessmen.
The Establishment and authorities turn a blind eye to this because the widespread existence and spread of homosexuality destroys families and dissolves healthy social bonds, which they desire.
Extensive homosexuality, lesbianism, and other forms of non-procreative deviance are de facto forms of contraception.1 In these cases contraception is the indirect result of population-level behavioral change inculcated by social norms, ideas, and beliefs rather than the direct consequence of devices or chemical or surgical alterations of large numbers of people.
Vinson ran his business for three years, from ages 26 to 29 (roughly 1987 to 1989).
On pages 73-75 Vinson describes how he quickly expanded the scope of his enterprise, using over 40 different phone lines. One technique was to pay the overdue phone bills of defunct homosexual escort services still listed in the yellow pages in exchange for ownership of the business names and telephone numbers.
This took place while he was still working as a mortician for a large, respectable family-owned D.C. funeral chain. Unbeknownst to his employers Vinson installed a phone in a showroom casket to field prostitution requests — illustrative of his sleazy morality. How would you like to pay thousands of dollars to entrust a deceased family member to the care of such a creature?
Vinson and one of the owner’s sons, a fellow homosexual, concocted a fraudulent credit card scheme that used the family business as a cover.
Many customers, most of whom were high status and well to do, paid for sex not with cash but with corporate and government-issued credit cards. (In other words, consumers and taxpayers — you and I — footed their bills.) Vinson and his friend falsified the transactions so they would look like payments for funeral supplies.
The son was later forced out of the firm when his father discovered what he was doing.
This man is one of two homosexual morticians Vinson mentions. The other was from the same small town in West Virginia he was (the two shared “a passion for death care”). In a weird example of inversion Vinson describes him as maintaining a “secret life” with a wife and children rather than the other way around.
The idea of homosexuals in the funeral business — enamored of it even — is a bit disconcerting. Vinson had always been strongly attracted to “death care.” His boyhood dream was to be an undertaker. Later he “delighted in every facet” of mortuary school. The classes — “anatomy, physiology, restorative art, etc.” — were “captivating, even exhilarating.”
A mysterious, sinister, and powerful D.C. homosexual pedophile named Craig Spence, who Vinson calls “The Prince of Darkness,” plays a major part in the story. He had ties to the Deep State, particularly the CIA and U.S. Secret Service.
Spence was the man who arranged midnight tours of Reagan’s White House for homosexuals, including prostitutes, facilitated by his Secret Service cronies. (“Homosexual prostitution inquiry ensnares VIPs with Reagan, Bush: ‘Call Boys’ took midnight tour of White House,” Washington Times, June 29, 1989) [Enlarged JPGs of original article: p. A1, p. A7]
Off-duty Secret Service personnel also served as Spence’s private bodyguards.
In 1982 Spence was positively profiled by the New York Times, which described him as “extremely conservative in his political views and secretive about his work.” He was portrayed as a Washington D.C. powerbroker akin to the recent D.C. Comet Pizza proprietor about whom reporting and criticism have been squelched. “There seems to be an inexhaustible demand in Washington for the sort of thing Mr. Spence offers” the Times coyly informed its clued-in readers. (“Have Names, Will Open Right Doors,” New York Times, January 18, 1982, p. A14.)
Two years earlier the Washington Post had gushed: “Not since Ethel Kennedy used to give her famous Hickory Hill seminars for great minds of our times during the days of Camelot has anyone staged seminars successfully on a continuing social basis in Washington. That’s what Craig Spence has been doing.”
Spence paid Vinson $20,000 a month for prostitutes (annualized: $240,000 a year). These were for use in his blackmail operations as well as for himself.
It was at Spence’s D.C. home that Vinson met homosexual Negro Republican Lawrence E. “Larry” King, head of Omaha, Nebraska’s Franklin Community Federal Credit Union and a prominent figure in the Reagan-Bush Republican Party.
Vinson claims that although Larry King, Craig Spence, and others pressed him to procure underage boys, he refused. Principled Henry would never have sex with or traffic in underage boys. (The Feds did not allege that he did — but they actively cover up child sex trafficking.)
During a meeting with Spence and King, both of whom were high on cocaine, King
revealed that he and Spence operated an interstate pedophile network that flew children coast-to-coast. King also discussed that he and Spence had a clientele of powerful pedophiles who actually took pleasure in murdering children. In fact, King seemed to be obsessed with the subject of murdering children. (p. 85)
In subsequent meetings
they attempted to coerce me into ensnaring children for them. King had previously mentioned that he flew children into D.C., and the escorts I employed confirmed that minors were in attendance at Spence’s orgies. . . . I had come to the horrifying conclusion that Spence and King operated an interstate pedophile network for their powerbroker cronies. But I absolutely refused to aid and abet their abuse of children, despite Spence’s potential to blackmail me or perhaps even kill me. . . . [T]heir demands escalated into an inexorable crescendo: Spence and King finally demanded that I pluck destitute children off the streets of D.C. and deliver the children to them. (p. 99)
Behind a secret panel fronted by a two-way mirror in Spence’s living room was a hidden room filled with state-of-the-art audio and video surveillance equipment. The house was wired to record conversations and film orgies and people having sex. Spence told Vinson that CIA operatives had installed the system. (pp. 85-86) (More: “Power broker served drugs, sex at parties bugged for blackmail,” Washington Times, June 30, 1989, p. A1)
Vinson describes an “unbridled” homosexual/heterosexual orgy he witnessed at this upscale D.C. residence involving thirty people: “Magnums of Dom Pérignon and china bowls brimming with cocaine” were scattered about the living room. The majority of participants appeared to be armed services personnel because military uniforms littered the floor and furniture. “A three-star general who was fully clothed sat next to Spence on the sofa. He was heavyset and around six feet tall. He had gray hair and distinguished facial features, and he nonchalantly conversed with Spence.”
Vinson’s criminal enterprise started to unravel after the federal government’s General Accounting Office asked why Donald Gregg was charging so much money for funeral accessories on his government-issued MasterCard. At the time Gregg, a 31-year veteran of the CIA, was Vice President George H.W. Bush’s national security advisor. President Bush later made Gregg U.S. Ambassador to South Korea.
Gregg had a wife and daughter. His daughter married Christopher Buckley, son of conservative godfather William F. Buckley, Jr., also a former CIA agent.
Vinson says he was summoned to a meeting at Craig Spence’s condominium where a Bush cabinet member whose name the author withholds threatened him if he did not write a false letter to the GAO about the credit card charges to conceal Gregg’s homosexual activities from investigators. The cabinet official sported a miniature U.S. flag pin on his lapel.
The Bush cabinet official — another family man — was friends with Spence, who “once provided him with adolescent boys.” (p. 107) Vinson speculates the official must have belonged to the “same shadowy network” as Spence, or been compromised by it.
Spence, now emaciated, had undergone shocking physical deterioration, having contracted AIDS and developed an addiction to crack cocaine. This was the last time Vinson saw Spence, who died a strange death at age 48 in Boston’s most expensive hotel, the elegant Ritz Carlton, well described by Michael Hedges and Jerry Seper: “In Death, Spence stayed true to form” (Washington Times, November 13, 1989). Spence’s death was later ruled a suicide.
In case you’re wondering, Vinson never screened his prostitutes for HIV. Customers, of course, weren’t screened either.
This became an issue at his sentencing, when he received 63 months (a little over five years) in federal prison. The U.S. District Court judge was German-born Jew Harold Greene, who had adjudicated the breakup of AT&T.
Greene and his parents had “fled” Nazi Germany . . . in 1943!
Two of the three federal judges who ruled against Vinson on appeal were Democrat Jews Abner Mikva and now U.S. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
Vinson badmouths his criminal defense attorney, Wisconsin-born Greta van Susteren, who later became a TV presenter, though he fails to clearly state what she did wrong. After all, he was a criminal. An attorney he hired in a subsequent case gave him much the same advice Van Susteren had. Vinson resents the fact that her father, who was of Dutch descent, had been a close ally of Joseph McCarthy’s in the 1950s. (Van Susteren’s mother was Irish.) He does not inform readers that Urban Van Susteren disavowed the Senator as the Left’s attacks against the embattled anti-Communist lawmaker grew more and more frenzied.
One wonders about the utility of sexual blackmail in a degenerate society. Sex and sexual perversion permeate the social order. Initially the fish rots from the head down, but eventually everybody is sexually corrupt. Feigned “outrage” when a specific instance is selectively publicized and prosecuted is obviously phony.
The elite mob bays for blood and screams for somebody’s head on a pike. The frenzied demand for ritual public humiliation and destruction is boundless. This primitive instinct seems endemic to decaying, closed societies.
Everything depends on who is targeted, investigated, exposed and held up for condemnation and ridicule and who isn’t, who is socially destroyed and who is not, and what spin the media and other opinion makers put on the story. Glaring double standards, which are the norm, do not trouble anybody, so the strange farce goes on and on.
The usual pattern is for conservatives and right-wingers to suffer while Leftists receive a free pass (John and Edward Kennedy, Bill Clinton). Pervert Gerry Studds (D.-Mass.) (a descendant of Elbridge Gerry, the fifth Vice President of the United States) not only retained his congressional seat but received a standing ovation from his wealthy Cape Cod constituents. At precisely the same time the far more normal Daniel Crane (R.-Ill.) was hounded from office and cried on camera as he publicly confessed his sin. (Jimmy Swaggart did the same thing.)
If you shift your point of view to the potential victim — the person threatened with exposure — the utility of the practice becomes clearer. Fear and horror make most people pliable. Sexually corrupt ab initio, they now sink deeper into the ruling class’s morass of sin and evil.
The Issue of Credibility
Is Henry Vinson credible?
The co-author of D.C. Madam is independent investigative journalist Nick Bryant, who wrote The Franklin Scandal, which I have also read. The Franklin Scandal is about an alleged nationwide pedophile and child trafficking ring based in Omaha, Nebraska in the 1980s. Vinson’s story intersects with Franklin because it includes some of the same D.C. figures involved in that ring.
Bryant was unable to obtain a “mainstream” publisher for either book, so both were issued by a small press in Oregon called TrineDay, which specializes in “conspiracy” literature. Some of its titles do not inspire trust. Publishers Weekly printed a useful profile of the little firm in 2012. (“Discover a Publisher: TrineDay”)
Nevertheless, my sense is that Nick Bryant is a reliable reporter. The facts he has marshalled, together with those brought to light by the late attorney John W. DeCamp (“Controversial former senator John DeCamp dies,” Lincoln Journal Star, Aug. 1, 2017), author of The Franklin Cover-Up: Child Abuse, Satanism, and Murder in Nebraska, and the late, impressive reporter Paul Rodriguez (“Paul M. Rodriguez, former Times investigative reporter, dies at 61,” Washington Times, Oct. 8, 2013) and other Washington Times journalists, create a rebuttable presumption that what these investigators reported is substantially true.
Moreover, the actions of federal, state, and local authorities and the mass media to suppress the truth and harm victims and investigators resemble those used to suppress racial, historical, anti-Communist, and right-wing speech generally despite the fact that the victims and writers in the sex cases are not right-wing.
Finally, the prevailing “values” and culture of Establishment-glorified, -fostered and lavishly-funded sexual degeneracy is consistent with the activities described in D.C. Madam and The Franklin Scandal.
Yet Henry Vinson is an unsavory character. Everything he says should not be accepted uncritically.
He adopts a number of dubious personas — Innocent Henry, Naïve Henry, Fall Guy Henry.
Innocent Henry is never responsible for anything. Long before he became a notorious sex entrepreneur, funeral competitors motivated (he says) by professional jealousy and working in cahoots with the West Virginia state licensing board and local West Virginia media made up lies about his mortuary business, driving him from the state.
He has also had convoluted legal dustups with the federal government since his run-in with the Deep State (see Chapter 16, “Back to the Big House”).
Vinson contracted Hepatitis A and B. How? From promiscuous sex, as one might reasonably assume based upon probabilities? No. In 1986, he says, he was embalming an “elderly emaciated man” who had been autopsied. Medical personnel had left a needle in the cadaver which sliced Vinson’s forearm. As he withdrew his arm the open wound brushed against the corpse’s ribcage. Days later the death certificate arrived. It stated the old man had Hepatitis A and B and died from AIDS. A blood test confirmed that Innocent Henry contracted Hepatitis A and B from the cadaver but avoided AIDS.
Naïve (but always prosperous!) Henry created and ran the largest homosexual criminal enterprise in the nation’s capital, catering to high level politicians and bureaucrats and directly linked to a CIA and Secret Service homosexual and pedophile blackmail ring. Yet Vinson stumbled into this quagmire by accident.
He told a gullible gay-friendly female journalist when his book came out, “I didn’t know what an escort was when I went to DC. I truly thought that [escorts] just took people around the city.”
All he wanted was to make money and have innocent (homosexual) fun doing so. But bad guys Craig Spence and his right-hand man “Tony” (the only designation he is given in the text and index), the operator of another Washington D.C. homosexual prostitution ring, led him like a lamb to slaughter.
“My escort service had started out as a blithe, carefree adventure, but it had morphed beyond my control. I had created a Frankenstein, and I was impotent to guide its course. I was a victim of my own success.”
“Tony,” a mysterious, swarthy, blue-eyed Italian invariably flanked by two tall, “stunningly handsome, muscle-laden,” blond, blue-eyed gun-toting ex-Special Forces “brutes,” “was most likely gay,” but “hard-boiled gay.” “Indeed, he came across as the most hardboiled gay man I ever met.” Tony spoke of having carried out contract hits.
The trio first showed up at Vinson’s door on roaring motorcycles, Tony cradling “a black motorcycle helmet in his left arm” and wearing “a black leather jacket and black leather chaps.”
Reading lurid passages such as these makes the reader wonder whether this part of the story is true or constitutes homosexual fiction.
Unlike other characters who are unquestionably real, the much discussed Tony was “a phantom.” “I made inquiries about his identity, but I never managed to learn even his last name.” “Unlike Spence, he said very little [about himself, his background, or activities] that was definitive.”
Finally, Tony disappears altogether. “Tony then suddenly vanished from my life just as suddenly as he had appeared. His various phone numbers were disconnected, and I never heard from him again.”
Tony was apparently a government spook. Vinson used him to obtain background information about anonymous clients he was curious about. “Tony would run a complete background check, providing me with the individual’s home address, place of employment, income, etc.”
For example, I had a client named Vernon Houk, who periodically holed up in a D.C. hotel and ordered up to five escorts a day, and he was also into unprotected sex. Tony told me that Houk was the director of the Center for Environmental Health at the Centers for Disease Control.
Houk was also Assistant Surgeon General of the United States under Presidents Reagan and Bush I. “Although Houk lived in Atlanta, where the Centers for Disease Control is headquartered, he was fond of holing up in D.C. hotels with multiple bottles of booze and several escorts over the course of a weekend for bacchanal laced sprees.”
Some Elite Perverts
Other VIPs who patronized Vinson’s service included Paul R. Balach, Labor Secretary Elizabeth Dole’s (R.) personnel liaison with the Bush White House. Balach became enamored of a prostitute named Michael Manos, upon whom he lavished money and gifts, including an automobile. Manos stole Balach’s check book and forged checks in his name.
Charles K. Dutcher, associate director of presidential personnel in the Reagan Administration, was a former aide to conservative U.S. Rep. Robert Bauman (R.-Md.), who resigned from Congress after it was revealed he engaged in sex with teenage males.
A Hollywood denizen, Reagan seems to have had an affinity for homosexuals. Vinson’s book corroborates the Washington Times’ 1989 report of midnight tours of the Reagan White House.
A homosexual ring had also been associated with Reagan’s California gubernatorial regime.
And Reagan’s daughter Patti Davis said that after a scene or photograph of two men kissing that she saw as a little girl, her father, upon inquiry, assured her that it was perfectly natural.
The doorkeeper of the U.S. House of Representatives, Democrat Richard Rausch, a heavy drinker and chain smoker, engaged Vinson’s prostitutes and became a personal friend. After the Secret Service raided Vinson’s prostitution business Rausch sheltered him in his apartment.
Democratic Party bigwig Alan Baron, a Jew, was “a prolific client of my escort service.” (Vinson, a Leftist, never identifies Baron or anybody else as Jewish.) Vinson had sex with Baron, a cocaine user, for money. Later they became friends.
In addition to holding high posts in the presidential campaigns of Democrats Harold Hughes, Edmund Muskie, and George McGovern, Baron wrote political columns for the Wall Street Journal and was a frequent guest on PBS TV’s MacNeil-Lehrer News Hour. In 1972 he was executive director of the Democratic National Committee.
Another Jewish client Vinson had sex with was notorious Congressman Barney Frank (D.-Mass.). Frank’s telephone request for a prostitute “essentially sounded like he desired an underage boy.” A “seasoned veteran of escort etiquette,” Frank had $200 in cash laid out on his end table when Vinson arrived. “After I scooped up the money, he then started to hug and kiss me. Congressman Frank was extremely out of shape, and he had a very hairy body.” Vinson didn’t enjoy the experience.
Conservative Congressman and Senator Larry Craig (R.-Id.) (married but with no biological children of his own) was another “frequent flyer of my escort service. Craig preferred males who were quite masculine with a plethora of body hair — bear types.” In 2007 Craig, who had “a compulsive appetite for homosexual sex,” was arrested at the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport trying to pick up an undercover policeman in a restroom stall.
Vinson is indignant that Craig voted against homosexual marriage and expanding “hate crime” laws to include homosexuals as a legally privileged class along with Jews, Blacks, and other non-Whites. The Human Rights Campaign, America’s largest homosexual lobby, awarded Craig a zero percent rating when it came to their demands.
Washington Times investigative reporters discovered — and reported — that their own assistant managing editor Stanley Mark Tapscott was a Vinson customer. Previously he had worked in Reagan’s Office of Personnel Management.
Homosexuals seem to be prominent in personnel jobs — deciding who gets hired, who receives desirable positions, and who exercises power. Tapscott tendered his resignation and it was accepted.
Not mentioned in the book, but in the Washington Times’ reports, is Todd A. Blodgett, who prepared President Reagan’s daily news summaries. He later sat on the Bush/Quayle election committee and served on the staff of the Republican National Committee.
Wikipedia summarizes Blodgett’s subsequent role infiltrating pro-White groups as a full-time paid informant for the FBI. He co-owned Resistance Records, the largest pro-White record label, and interfaced with the anti-White Joint Terrorism Task Force (JTTF) and the Jewish hate and anti-free speech group the Southern Poverty Law Center, part of the Deep State.
Blodgett told Times reporters in 1989 that a charge for homosexual sex on his credit card was made by his buddy, a homosexual Boston antiques dealer, not by Blodgett.
Doctors, lawyers, and business executives and U.S. and allied military officials were also Vinson’s clients.
Due to the power of the American Deep State, Ronald Reagan’s CIA Director William J. Casey should also be mentioned. Married and the father of one daughter, he was a personal friend of Craig Spence and attended his “soirées” while in office. He also hired Vinson’s prostitutes.
William Casey started calling me for gay escorts in 1986. Like Barney Frank, his preferred escort was an eighteen-year-old with minimal body hair and a slender swimmer’s physique. Although he requested that I provide him with underage escorts, I told him I wouldn’t acquiesce. Casey met with the escorts at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. After he was nude and splayed on a bed, he had the escorts rub oil over his body as he kissed and fondled them. Casey was old and withered, and the escorts didn’t particularly savor their encounters with him. He wasn’t able to have an erection. (p. 119)
Vinson says former Nixon Attorney General John Mitchell was also Spence’s friend and attended his soirées.
The mass media, particularly the Washington Post, colluded with the government to conceal the scandal. Other lying news outlets included the New York Times and Los Angeles Times.
The single exception was Sun Myung Moon’s Washington Times, which did genuine investigative reporting that remains a model of honest journalism to this day. The Washington Post attacked the Times’ reports in an effort to belittle and discredit them in the eyes of its elite audience.
Vinson writes, “A number of media superstars used my escort service, and it’s within the realm of reason that they too became victims of blackmail.” Besides audio and video recordings of orgies and trysts, the government’s shadow network tapped Vinson’s phones and recorded his financial transactions.
I believe that a patron who merely phoned me had the potential to become a blackmail target. The media pundits who used my escort service are alive and thriving, and since the Secret Service absconded with the documentation that demonstrates they procured escorts from me, I can’t name them without threat of a lawsuit.
Henry Vinson, Homosexual
A large portion of the book consists of Vinson’s autobiography, unrelated to the political scandal.
Vinson is a product of contemporary Left-wing culture. His homosexuality, criminality and corruption, lifelong financial success (he has always made lots of money), and ideological views are conventional. He dislikes (White) “racists” and anybody opposed to homosexual privilege. As of 2015 he had had a “tall African-American” lover for 20 years.
His Twitter account, which has 74,000 followers, virtually none due to his little-known book, reveals a politically predictable Trump- and Putin-hating, James Comey-loving individual.
Fairly often Vinson employs odd locutions (“At the time Spence dropped his name and perverse predications, I thought his disclosure broached incomprehensible, and I was fairly skeptical of it”), or uses an incorrect word in place of a correct one (“I should be weary of ever crossing him.”)
Another idiosyncrasy: he invariably observes and remembers people’s appearance in great detail, including the details of what they wear, particularly women of any age.
Two black and white childhood photographs of Vinson, one taken at age 5, the other at 10, show a strikingly good-looking blond, blue-eyed boy.
Yet he reports having felt out of place and isolated from his earliest days. Of course, he only found out in his 20s that his disagreeable father was not his biological dad, who turned out to be the blond Superintendent of Schools.
At age 13 an “obese, balding” acquaintance in his 30s made an overt, crude homosexual advance toward him. Vinson’s reaction was normal. It upset rather than excited him. Yet at 15 he says he “realized” he was a homosexual. He does not elaborate, so what he means by this remains unclear.
He says he was picked on, especially in high school. He hated Phy Ed class and showering with other boys so much that his mother got him excused. But the impression he conveys is one of overwhelming dread rather than erotic attraction. He claims he was called “faggot” and “queer” and routinely bullied.
This is the sort of “bullying” Jews and government (two real bullies) are obsessed with erasing among White boys, knowing full well it is natural and necessary to keep homosexuality in check.
The two most popular girls in high school, both of whom were “extremely beautiful,” one with “a perfect body,” befriended Vinson and became his protectors. “Peggy and Joyce were extremely assertive, and [normal] guys acquiesced to their wishes like trained poodles.”
The role of desirable White girls and women in protecting homosexuals, or in times past perhaps simply mitigating the roughness of their treatment, is extremely curious, as is the passive obedience of normal males to their demands in this regard.
What is clear is that Vinson’s full-fledged transformation required a) big cities and b) open, unpoliced, unpenalized homosexuality. He found this in Cincinnati, Ohio when he attended mortuary school, first in a public park frequented by homosexuals, then at large gay bars.
At 21, “I quickly came to the visceral realization that I wasn’t the only gay man in the world, and I was momentarily overwhelmed with jubilance. I finally had an existential affirmation of my homosexuality.” “I loved awakening my libido from its prolonged hibernation.” Haunting Cincinnati’s numerous gay bars, some of which hosted as many as 500 homosexuals a night, “I was floating in paradise.”
It is disturbing that industrial scale degeneracy of this kind was ubiquitous by 1981. Like Henry Vinson, the vast majority ensnared in this web were doubtless White. I wonder as well if they weren’t predominantly or at least disproportionately Nordic.
The nation’s capital was significantly more degenerate even than Cincinnati. “The gay bars had hundreds and hundreds of patrons,” homosexuals appeared together in public and had lucrative careers. This encouraged Vinson to cast off the last vestiges of subterfuge and restraint.
Clearly, social acceptance — which requires public and official “affirmation” combined with harsh repression of heterosexual resistance — is necessary to foster the levels of degeneracy we have today.
Vinson makes a psychologically curious statement about his “escort service.”
I have to confess that I found my escort service to be intoxicating. People of unsurpassed beauty surrounded me, and they made me feel like the most important person in their life since I was integral to their livelihood. My sexuality had been a nightmare for me in my earlier years, and now, finally, I had scores of people affirming my sexuality. It marked the first time in my life that I felt unconditionally accepted for simply being me. I had moved light years beyond being a social pariah.
He is talking about having ready sexual access to an endless variety of young men. He thinks he is “unconditionally accepted for simply being me” when he has just stated that the “beautiful” men showering him with attention did so because he was integral to their livelihood.
What are we to make of this decadent tale?
Can ruling class depravity be exploited to our benefit? Jews and the Establishment selectively invoke sexuality to marginalize or destroy those they hate. In theory good guys could do the same thing to them. From a behavioral standpoint they are completely vulnerable.
Unfortunately the bad guys control the Narrative. No matter how incongruous or extreme the double standard there will be no penalties for them as long as evil people retain a lock on the means of communication. Exposing the behavior of hypocrites and wrongdoers is meaningless if the media and authorities refuse to behave as they do toward good guys.
One might expect the System to succumb to “internal contradictions” as the Communists used to say. Can a society as degenerate as this one continue on indefinitely? Or will dominant perverts push things so far, become so debauched, that the System somehow collapses or tears itself apart?
Though such a scenario seems intuitively plausible, there is little objective evidence that such an outcome is occurring or will occur in the future.
1 “Contraception: the prevention of conception or impregnation.” “Contraceptive: 1. diminishing the likelihood of, or preventing, conception. 2. An agent that diminishes the likelihood of or prevents conception.” Dorland’s Illustrated Medical Dictionary, 30th ed. (2003).
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