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Voice of the Imagination, whole no. 30, March 1944

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IMAGI-NATION 9 be - an issue of VoM! Ergo I am now pounding away at Gus's admirable typewriter, the like of which has not been seen in England for many a day. Slan Shack, & Cosmic Circle: The first I consider an admirable idea, and have already advocated that such a thing be attempted in England after the war. The second: it seems we've been hoaxed. Upon receiving the first two issues of Cosmic Circle Commentator, I immediately became enthusiastic, and sent of enough stuff in bo oks, etc., to cover the membership fee for the so-called "Inner Circle", but with a strong suggestion that much of the idealism be out right out. From what JMR tells me, and from what I read of Yerke's, even that may leave me open to having my name quoted right and left, and generally messed up by the Great Don Rodgers. Therefore let me state right away that I consider the basic principles behind the CC to be good; but the organization itself is far too idealistic, and the support I promised Rogers (before JMR gave me the full facts of the case) will not be forthcoming until it reaches the stage of sane practicability. Religion: I'm an atheist, and a materialist in that I think everything can be explained naturally and scientifically - thought not necessarily by present-day scientific notions and principles. The one salient feature about all religions as taught to-day seems to be that they are stuffed down the throats of young children who are manifestly unable to understand them, or to think for themselves. Even fans, who mature early, cannot really appreciate the deep problems of religion and philosophy before the age of fourteen or fifteen. Since 99% of the people never pass the mental age of twelve, the whole of religion as understood by the masses is a complete farce. The same applies to politics, and to many other things. What is needed is an unbiased, educated populace. The various ideas expressed for bringing-up future Slans seem eminently sound. Boob Fucker's Plen fer Slen I have a girl 7, and a boy 3. I have swell plans for them when they grow up. I am going to allow them to become adults. I think this is a keen idea. I know what it is not to be an adult. Nothing is too good for my kids. I am going to let my kids go to Sunday School. I went to Sunday School when I was a little boy. Papa used to give me 2¢ every Sunday to drop in the glass beer mug the Sunday School teacher passed around. I fooled her and Papa. I kept 1¢. I am going to let my kids get baptized too, if they wanna. I was baptized when I was a little boy. It was keen fun cause I fell in the pool and got all wet. And afterwards, on the way home, I deliberately said a bad word, just to see if my halo would vanish, It did. It must have been a second-hand halo, or a retread job. I am going to let my kids read Vom when they grow up. I read Vom when I was a little boy. I want my kids to get the cheap sex education I got. [drawing of stick figure sitting reading a magazine titled "VOM", with a speech bubble "Go Shhhh!"] Boob - 44 THE PROFESSOR RETURNS! He disparages: Dear Mr. Ackerman: It is with the greatest of sorrow in my old heart that I find myself again called upon to write to you a letter. You no doubt remember that once before I communicated with you anent the deplorable display of unclad females running in a mobbish display through the pages of your mimeographed publication. Since then I have read your deplorable effort in the world of journalism and I see my words had no effect on you. Someday you will rue the day you entered into this sinful contract, this devilish compact, this diabolical pact with the woman known as Morojo. Someday when on your detahbed you lie, your earthly body ravished by the fires of disease brought on by your lavish indulgence in the delights of sensualism, you will remember my words of warning, and wish that you had led a different existence while on this earth of God's. And as you stand before your maker, naked in the Blinding Light of His Glory, you will remember the myriads of young people you led into the realms of sexual debauchery through the means of the printed word, the drawn line, the subtle innuendo. Yes, I give you credit as I would give the Devil credit. But I also deplore the stand you take. With summat skill and fiendish glee you trace patiently upon that tool of evil, the stencil, those works of depraved minds: females with monstrously distorted torsoes and debauched miens unclad for the mind of man to rest upon and the mind to suggest: females with horns spouting forth from their foreheads, with cloven hooves instead of the perfect foot He gave them, with forked tail, pondulous breasts like those of harpies, dough-like hips and muscle-bound thighs. Sir, if the Laws of Moses, of Abraham and of God do not deter you from the vile path you have set your feet upon, then look about you. Look about you at the fair creatures cast in His image and ask yourself those words: "Do they look like this?" and then look upon the vile perpetrations of those imps from hell signing themselves D. Elder, Van, and others of

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IMAGI-NATION 9 be - an issue of VoM! Ergo I am now pounding away at Gus's admirable typewriter, the like of which has not been seen in England for many a day. Slan Shack, & Cosmic Circle: The first I consider an admirable idea, and have already advocated that such a thing be attempted in England after the war. The second: it seems we've been hoaxed. Upon receiving the first two issues of Cosmic Circle Commentator, I immediately became enthusiastic, and sent of enough stuff in bo oks, etc., to cover the membership fee for the so-called "Inner Circle", but with a strong suggestion that much of the idealism be out right out. From what JMR tells me, and from what I read of Yerke's, even that may leave me open to having my name quoted right and left, and generally messed up by the Great Don Rodgers. Therefore let me state right away that I consider the basic principles behind the CC to be good; but the organization itself is far too idealistic, and the support I promised Rogers (before JMR gave me the full facts of the case) will not be forthcoming until it reaches the stage of sane practicability. Religion: I'm an atheist, and a materialist in that I think everything can be explained naturally and scientifically - thought not necessarily by present-day scientific notions and principles. The one salient feature about all religions as taught to-day seems to be that they are stuffed down the throats of young children who are manifestly unable to understand them, or to think for themselves. Even fans, who mature early, cannot really appreciate the deep problems of religion and philosophy before the age of fourteen or fifteen. Since 99% of the people never pass the mental age of twelve, the whole of religion as understood by the masses is a complete farce. The same applies to politics, and to many other things. What is needed is an unbiased, educated populace. The various ideas expressed for bringing-up future Slans seem eminently sound. Boob Fucker's Plen fer Slen I have a girl 7, and a boy 3. I have swell plans for them when they grow up. I am going to allow them to become adults. I think this is a keen idea. I know what it is not to be an adult. Nothing is too good for my kids. I am going to let my kids go to Sunday School. I went to Sunday School when I was a little boy. Papa used to give me 2¢ every Sunday to drop in the glass beer mug the Sunday School teacher passed around. I fooled her and Papa. I kept 1¢. I am going to let my kids get baptized too, if they wanna. I was baptized when I was a little boy. It was keen fun cause I fell in the pool and got all wet. And afterwards, on the way home, I deliberately said a bad word, just to see if my halo would vanish, It did. It must have been a second-hand halo, or a retread job. I am going to let my kids read Vom when they grow up. I read Vom when I was a little boy. I want my kids to get the cheap sex education I got. [drawing of stick figure sitting reading a magazine titled "VOM", with a speech bubble "Go Shhhh!"] Boob - 44 THE PROFESSOR RETURNS! He disparages: Dear Mr. Ackerman: It is with the greatest of sorrow in my old heart that I find myself again called upon to write to you a letter. You no doubt remember that once before I communicated with you anent the deplorable display of unclad females running in a mobbish display through the pages of your mimeographed publication. Since then I have read your deplorable effort in the world of journalism and I see my words had no effect on you. Someday you will rue the day you entered into this sinful contract, this devilish compact, this diabolical pact with the woman known as Morojo. Someday when on your detahbed you lie, your earthly body ravished by the fires of disease brought on by your lavish indulgence in the delights of sensualism, you will remember my words of warning, and wish that you had led a different existence while on this earth of God's. And as you stand before your maker, naked in the Blinding Light of His Glory, you will remember the myriads of young people you led into the realms of sexual debauchery through the means of the printed word, the drawn line, the subtle innuendo. Yes, I give you credit as I would give the Devil credit. But I also deplore the stand you take. With summat skill and fiendish glee you trace patiently upon that tool of evil, the stencil, those works of depraved minds: females with monstrously distorted torsoes and debauched miens unclad for the mind of man to rest upon and the mind to suggest: females with horns spouting forth from their foreheads, with cloven hooves instead of the perfect foot He gave them, with forked tail, pondulous breasts like those of harpies, dough-like hips and muscle-bound thighs. Sir, if the Laws of Moses, of Abraham and of God do not deter you from the vile path you have set your feet upon, then look about you. Look about you at the fair creatures cast in His image and ask yourself those words: "Do they look like this?" and then look upon the vile perpetrations of those imps from hell signing themselves D. Elder, Van, and others of