I agree, it seems very strange on the surface. But dad was extremely disillusioned with the direction his life had went, he always trusted those motherfuckers ( or, should I say, fatherfuckers) to do him right, and they, of course, never did.
He fought all his life battling alcohol addiction, and at some point had been exposed to Learys research in Canada, and I believe, secretly yearned for Leary to come cure HIM....when I, being a typical teenage idiot, would come home half-drunk and red-eyed, he must have seen himself, and been horrified that everything was trying to re-assert itself in a new generation. As far back as I have first hand knowledge of, my dad, his dad, and HIS dad, were all lifetime alcoholics....
He was very intelligent, in his way, and of course now that he is gone
I realize how much opportunity I let slip by, being an idiot, not listening, all the typical young mans mistakes.....anyway, I think he was trying to pre-empt a lifetime of addiction by getting me interested in psychedelics/entheogens....and in a roundabout way, it worked.
Once I did 'get it', much later, everything fell into place EASY, and I think at least some of it had to do with the things I had read way back.
Dad hated the establishment by the time it was over, he developed cancer in his lymphatic system, which later spread to his brain, and his heart. We thought that it was surely related to all the things he was exposed to over the years in the service of some rotten old fucks that he trusted.
He was an infantryman in Korea, and he said that the Army was deforesting huge swaths of Korea with this mysterious grey powder, which he said was the fore-runner to agent Orange....anywhere that shit fell, there were dead animals by the truckload.....
See, he BELIEVED those fuckers when they said, 'Well, that radiation is below seven roentgens, the allowed limit, so it's harmless....'
