TSOG: The Thing That Ate The Constitution and other everyday monsters
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For decades, right-wing anti-Semites have been incensed by the ZOG, or Zionist Occupation Government, that they believe ruled America. Wilson parodied that by imaginatively seeing America's Drug Tsar as the direct successor of the Russian Tsars, ignoring the US constitution, and leading a Tsarist Occupation Government. Indeed, the story of a Naz
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TSOG - Robert Anton Wilson
TSOG
the thing that
ate the constitution
and other everyday monsters
Robert Anton Wilson
Foreword By Bobby Campbell
Afterwords by Steven James Pratt & R. Michael Johnson
Illustrations by
Linda Joyce Franks

Picture 146Copyright © 2002 Robert Anton Wilson
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First Edition 2002
Second Edition 2022, Hilaritas Press
eBook 2022, Hilaritas Press
Print Edition ISBN: 978-1-952746-19-2
eBook: ISBN: 978-1-952746-20-8
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www.hilaritaspress.com
To
Paul Krassner,
Zen Bastard
Contents
Prolegomena to Tsarist Overthrow
Foreword By Bobby Campbell
Contract
The Old World
Temporary Autonomous Zone
Paradise Lost
The New World
TSOG: The Thing That Ate the Constitution
Thoughts to Ponder
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Irish Mist
Words to Ponder
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
In Loving Memory of the Dead . . .
How to Get in Trouble
Who Owns USCORP?
O.J. Agonistes
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Thoughts to Ponder
War on SOME Drugs
Nothing to Fear
Potential
Criminals
Schrödinger's Jew
Thoughts to Ponder Again
Keep Your Sense of Humor
Another Faith-Based Organization
Lying Bastard Reverses Himself Again
Swampy End of the Gene Pool
Munitions vs. Mentations
Glamis Hath Murdered Sleep . . .
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Logic and other Male Perversions
I Walked with a Zombie
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Ithyphallic Idol
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Clinton Kills Again
The Correct
Date
Stop and Think
The New World Order
Cuba Urges Free Elections in U.S.
The Wrong Guy: Part I
Daffy Duck for President
The Wrong Guy: Part II
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Ideas to Remember
Daddy, What Does Corporate Media
Mean?
Words to Ponder Again and Again
Las Die Lasagne Weiter Fliegen!
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Bugs Bunny and Other UFO Victims
Mere Factual Innocence
The Masks of Reality
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
9 1 1 Emergency
Pearl Harbor Redux?
The Perils of Cocaine Abuse
Fiendish Plots
Pearl Harbor Redux?
Why Hannibal Lecter Would Make a Better President
than George W Bush
Copulating Currency
Pearl Harbor Redux?
Thoughts to Ponder
Cancer Patient Asks, Should I Be Arrested?
Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Mask & Anti-Mask
More Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
Yet More Benefits of Faith-Based Organizations
An Interview with a Bulgarian Magazine
From the Death-Cells@Pisa . . .
Art as Social Commentary
The Tale of the Tribe
Afterwords on The Tale of the Tribe
TSOG: In Flight Entertainment by Steven James Pratt
Notes on Wilson, Vico, Language, and Class Warfare by R. Michael Johnson
Prolegomena to Tsarist Overthrow
By Bobby Campbell
The most frequent lament I hear, in regards to Robert Anton Wilson’s earthly absence, invokes a fervent wish to know what he would think of the endless onslaught of current events. Probably partially due to his work so preciently anticipating the increasingly weird, ever breaking, news of the early 21st century, but also because his thinking came from such an unpredictable and unique perspective. We really and truly don’t know what RAW would think of all this, because his mind
never succumbed to the hobgoblin of consistency.
Mr. Wilson liked to quote Claude Shannon’s equation for information:

Picture 27Which he translated as INFORMATION = SURPRISE
Basically, predictable systems contain less information than novel ones.
RAW saturated his prose with information, making him an absolute delight to read, but also kind of tricky to edit posthumously, because sometimes even something tiny, like an apparent typo, might actually function as holographic wordplay in the Wilsonian chaosmos. Hilaritas Press has gone to heroic lengths to preserve RAW’s work as written, wherever possible, because second guessing his intent often seems impossible. Though with RAW dearly departed, and a hands off editorial policy in place, this puts his work in the vulnerable position of having no ability to read the room, as they say.
The titular TSOG, discussed in this book, refers to an authoritarian ideology within the United States government that RAW identifies as the Tsarist Occupation Government. This appears to directly reference an anti-Semitic conspiracy theory held by white supremacists called the Zionist Occupation Government, or ZOG, a homophone of TSOG. It recently came up, during some spirited RAW discourse, that the ambiguity of the connection between TSOG & ZOG might not send the best message. Perhaps especially in a time when, for example, business casual chuds with tiki torches have marched across our screen-addled world chanting, Jews will not replace us,
with an alarmingly high approval rating.
RAW’s Cosmic Schmuck Principal remains, for me, his most vital contribution as a social philosopher. In short, if you never consider the possibility that you’ve acted like a cosmic schmuck, you will never give yourself the ability to stop acting like a cosmic schmuck. RAW’s willingness to remain open to alternative perspectives, admit his capacity for error, and question his own B.S., has endowed his work with remarkable durability. (Perdurabo!) So when several distinguished RAW commentators balked at the idea of considering TSOG as even possibly problematic, under the pretense of defending his work, I felt that it actually accomplished the opposite.
You respect a good book, contradicting it – the rest aren't worth powder
– A Cantos fragment oft quoted by RAW.
Now having read through almost everything that Robert Anton Wilson ever wrote, I find it basically impossible to imagine that he meant anything malicious, or in any way supportive of white supremacy, when he chose the title TSOG for this book. I find it much more likely that his Lovecraftian pun perhaps intended to lure in conspiracy minded readers, and redirect their ire away from baseless group prejudice, which he specifically despised, and instead towards actual systemic injustices that plague our increasingly balkanized society. It remains a legitimate criticism though, that he probably could have accomplished the former without creating confusion about the latter.
If RAW intended TSOG as satire, as the defensive consensus suggests, it does so without ever addressing its apparent target directly, and allows the reader to walk away saying TSOG
without understanding that others may hear them say ZOG.
Would RAW have wanted to publish a book with such an easily misunderstood title in an era of resurgent organized hate movements and pervasive, dog whistled, crypto-fascist semiotics? Well, as previously established, we can’t presume to know how he’d see things, so to split the difference, the title stands, but with this heartfelt asterix.
I hope this doubt about the efficacy of the TSOG meme will get received as healthy and nutritious 'food for thought' rather than as an attack in need of rigorous defense.
It actually seems pretty rare for RAW's work to get well intentioned critique, done in good faith, and in terms of feedback, what better kind? Some of it may ring more or less true, depending on our multitudinous POVs, but still seems like just the kind of thought experiment RAW would encourage.
This seems especially important for anyone carrying these ideas into the future.
I studied Ezra Pound with RAW before I knew about EZ in the larger context of modernity and history. One day I went to the library because I wanted to learn more about this sensationally precise prose stylist, and found myself in for a bit of a shock!
I asked RAW about this kind of like, Mr. Wilson, WTF?
And he assured me that Pound's writing didn't contain any traces of his anti-Semitism.
Eric Wagner, author of the Insider’s Guide to Robert Anton Wilson, kinda quietly pulled me aside and warned me that it definitely did, even Pound thought so, and that I probably shouldn't use EZ's derogatory word Usura.
Now I don't find any need for blame or accusatory labels in any of this, but it seems pretty fortunate that I got a heads up about having received a potentially bad take from a very trusted source.
Probably better that I didn't carry EZ's suburban prejudice meme unknowingly into the future.
Again, RAW knew his ideas would need updating in light of future advancements, whether social or scientific, he pre-built this discourse into his process. Heck, before you can even read this book he asks you to sign a contract agreeing not to uncritically believe him.
You damn sadist!
said mr. cummings, you try to make people think.
– Canto LXXXIX
The intervening years since the original publication of TSOG and this new edition also saw the rise of a much more hopeful trend, that seems well worth mentioning here. I write to you now from the great garden state of New Jersey, where I enjoy the freedom to legally purchase marijuana. Not even just in compassionate consideration of chronic pain management, but simply because I enjoy it. As of this writing, 18 states have fully legalized recreational marijuana. Only 4 states maintain full prohibition, whereas the rest are in various stages of decriminalization. The Tsarist decree that provoked the poison of RAW’s pen, which surges throughout these pages, attempted to deny him access to medical marijuana. This, at the time, appeared as a hopelessly insurmountable situation, but thanks to activist efforts like RAW’s biting satire, actual progress occurred. Change not only appears possible, but as the Buddhists remind us, compulsory.
Long may we continue to try & fail better and better and better :)))
Contract
1. The author of this book hereby warrants and gives assurance that the readers have no obligation to believe everything — or anything — in it. Nor does he hope to reveal the absolute & final truth about any topic discussed.
2. Readers must warrant and give assurance that they will not believe or disbelieve any part or parts of this book until they have given some time to careful examination of such a part or parts; and that they will file everything herein under maybe
until or unless slowly arriving at true
or false.
3. Let communication between us begin.

Text, letter Description automatically generatedAnother golden passage occurs in Politics (1310a9) where Aristotle states plainly that in the first nations the rich swore themselves to eternal hatred of the common people. This self-evident truth explains the pride, avarice and cruelty of the rich . . . They compelled the poor to serve them in war . . . drowned them in an ocean of usury . . . and beat them with rods if they could not pay their debts.
— Giambattista Vico, The New Science, 1744

A drawing of a car Description automatically generated with medium confidenceThe Old World
When you no longer think of good or evil, what is your original face? If you turn your light towards the interior, you will discover the precious secret within yourself.
– Hui Neng

A picture containing glass, linedrawing, porcelain Description automatically generatedTEMPORARY AUTONOMOUS ZONE
I felt as cold as Paddy Finnegan’s feet the day they hanged him. I could sense my legs physically shivering, a strange sensation for somebody who lives in central California. The shivering turned to trembling: I wondered if anybody passing thought I was epileptic.
We were standing, a small crew of us, on one of those concrete islands between two traffic lanes outside the Amsterdam airport, and the icy wind seemed as relentless as an unpaid Madam. We stood in a wide-open space with no tall buildings and we might as well have been sailing on the North Sea. I wanted to creep home to sunny California. I wanted to drop out of the goddam 12th Annual Cannabis Cup and go someplace, anyplace, that was not northern Europe in the winter. I was 68 years old and felt like I’d been shivering for 67 of them.
I wondered how the others could remain so cheerful, and felt ashamed of my weakness.
I went on shivering and feeling guilty about it.
After an hour, the Cannabis Cup bus arrived and I was delivered to the American Hotel, where those lovely folks from High Times did everything they could to make me comfortable and get me bombed and generally compensate me for my chilling experience at the airport. After the first joint, I still felt as frozen solid as the iceberg that sank the Titanic, so they gave me a second joint. Since the American is well-heated, and cannabis, after all, is cannabis, in a short while I couldn’t remember turning into Frosty the Snowman at the airport or anything else to be grumpy about.
I migrated to the bar with Anthony Countey of High Times and we discussed the Cannabis Cup over Jameson’s whiskey and coffee. I pointed out that everybody at the Cup understood the synergetic advantage of mixing cannabis and caffeine but only I knew the Mystery of the Holy Trinity — pot, caffeine and Jameson’s — which I had discovered while living in Ireland. Let the squares have their Valium and other tranks,
I said, I’ve found God’s Own Cure-All.
When jet lag set in and I retired to my room, I looked over the City Guide and noted with some interest that the Red Light District was clearly marked as a tourist attraction. O Amsterdam . . . the best window-shopping in Europe
. . .
Curious, I started looking for the cannabis coffee houses and couldn’t find any. Evidently the American Hotel assumes that their male guests will all want a Personalized First Class Grade A Amsterdam-Style Blow Job but aren’t interested in getting stoned. I decided they were mistaken: to fully appreciate a first-class Blow Job, even Amsterdam-Style, requires a bit of Dat Debbil Weed before you even go to the Ho House, suh.
Tiredly, I wondered why Dutch
has so many negative connotations in American speech. The Dutch Act
means suicide. Dutch Courage
means booze. To get in dutch
in my youth meant getting inna shit,
as we say today. A Dutch uncle
is harsh and judgmental. At a Dutch treat
you pay for yourself. Ben Jonson killed a Spaniard in Holland. Then I heard
in imagination the overture to Wagner’s Der Fliegende Hollander, and then I was dozing in my chair, still zonked, and dreaming of Flying Dutchmen and then Flying Scandinavians in general, including my ancestor, Olaf the Black, who was once King of the Isle of Man, which has crossed keys on its flag, and I turned the keys and crossed to the House of Keyes in the unmarked state. Then I seemed inside no spatial time.
Then my wife Arlen and I were dancing — dancing together again — and Thelonious Monk music from our youth was playing and she wasn’t dead and I wasn’t old and the world was full of magic and wonder. Ubi amor, ibi oculus est.
 Picture 53
Save the Earth!
It’s the only planet with chocolate.
 Picture 54
Then it was the third day of the Cannabis Cup and four of us were sitting in a coffee house called Noon and smoking something called Purple Purple.
Uh . . .
Anthony Countey said to the waitcritter (a word I use in order to avoid the human chauvinism of waitperson
) Uh . . . have we paid yet?
The waitcritter looked at us with the painstaking concentration of a botanist examining a strange new carnivorous specimen. Uh . . . , she said,
Uh . . . I think so."
I suddenly remembered a local TV host, who had interviewed me the day before. He had mentioned in passing that 360 coffee shops in Amsterdam sold cannabis with their coffee and that they earned about US$1,000,000 per year each. I had multiplied it in my head and emerged with the figure of $360,000,000 per year in profits. That’s over a billion every three years. Now I wondered how much higher the profits might be if the management could persuade the staff not to sample the product.
Anthony and the waitcritter continued to stare at each other with perplexity, like two chessmasters wondering how they had wandered into the Ourang Outan Opening.
Uh,
she said finally, If you didn’t pay, it’s on the house.
We had to rush off to attend another scheduled event, but all across Amsterdam in the taxi I kept trying to remember if we had paid or not, and, if not, how much that really mattered in the Cosmic Scheme of Things. But I always mull about the Cosmic Scheme when I’ve been stoned every hour for three days. I was distracted from such Deep Thoughts for a moment by idle curiosity about where the last three days had gone.
The Noon