The Queen is my dealer

If you've spent time in a large university recently, you have undoubtedly run across the LaRouche Youth Movement. Invariably you'll find a table hosted by earnest, good-looking college students, passing flyers to other less-interested-but-equally-good-looking college students. You'll find odd posters on bulletin boards, asking if you know about Al Gore's link to global warming. At first glance, it seems almost reasonable, but gets much weirder on close inspection. Lyndon LaRouche, the head of the movement, was on my radar back in high school when his perennial presidential campaign was big. He was rather old even then, so I'd assumed he'd kicked the bucket quietly in the intervening years, while sitting in jail for mail fraud. He popped back into my consciousness, however, when our department lost a new grad student to him. The student showed up, started taking classes, and seemed to be integrating well into the department -- at ...