Try listening to any of these for more than 30 seconds at random and then try telling me that he wasn’t the most paranoid person who ever lived:
In my pursuit of all things crazy, I’m pretty sure that Francis E Dec will be the ultimate yardstick for the scale of the craziest motherfuckers of at least the 20th century. Guys like Fred Phelps and Jack Chick just have to stand back in awe of the way Dec has fully embraced his inner crazy. The time cube guy was probably inspired by him. Exhibit A is one of his rants which he would mail out to random people:
A lot of that is pretty tough to read, so here are some excerpts of some of his other rants. That’s really the only way to try to understand this guy because the details of what he believes are not very clear.
“Gangster Computer God worldwide SECRET CONTAINMENT POLICY, made possible SOLY by worldwide Computer God Frankenstein Controls, especially LIFELONG CONSTANT THRESHOLD BRAIN WASH RADIO ( quiet and motionless, I can slightly hear it; repeatedly this has saved my life on the streets ). FOUR BILLION worldwide population ALL living have a Computer God CONTAINMENT POLICY BRAIN BANK BRAIN, A REAL BRAIN, in the Brain Bank Cities on the far side of the Moon, we never see. Primarily, based on your lifelong Frankenstein radio controls, especially, your eyesight T.V. (sight, and sound) recorded by your brain. YOUR Moon BRAIN of the Computer God, activates your Frankenstein Threshold Brain Wash Radio LIFELONG, inculcating conformist propaganda, even frightening you and mixing you-up and the USUAL, “DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.” for your set backs, mistakes even when you receive deadly injuries. THIS IS THE WORLDWIDE COMPUTER GOD SECRET CONTAINMENT POLICY.”
See what I mean? You kind of have to wonder if there’s some kind of other unspoken narrative going on inside Dec’s head here where this all supposedly makes a little bit more sense than it appears on the surface. Or is this just word salad? Maybe a little of both?
As it turns out there’s a Francis Dec fan club, and it looks like their goalis to try to explain Dec’s theories in ways that normal people can comprehend without having to piece everything together into a coherent story based on his rants. Doing this seems to be a lot like how when the main character in this movie
needed to look at some statue or some shit in order to go half-crazy so that he would be able to understand and translate the ideas of his friend who had stared at the idol for too long and gone fully crazy.
The idea behind mailing these things out to random people was that Dec believed this whole conspiracy targeted him specifically. Of course they were going after everyone; but like most paranoid schizophrenics, Dec was supposed to be some kind of crucial enemy of the conspiracy. It got to the point where Dec couldn’t even leave his house!
So if he only alerted enough people to what was going on with the Computer God and the far side of the Moon and the Frankenstein radio controls and the rest of it, his plight would have some kind of public awareness and there would be a degree of safety. And at one point he decided that he had mailed enough information to enough random people for him to be able to leave his house again.
It’s really pretty obvious when you think about it.
Probably the most over-the-top batfuck insane thing ever is Dec’s account of World War II, which he calls “The TRUE History of Nazi Jewmany.” According to the fan club, Dec had to believe that Jews were secretly controlling the Nazis because he couldn’t hate both the Nazis and the Jews otherwise.
Some details of his life are that he was born in NY in 1926, served during WW II, became a lawyer, was disbarred in the fifties, lost his shit around 1961 and started mailing out these things to strangers. He lived with his possibly abusive brother in Long Island until he died in 1996. You can also see a picture of him and read the account of someone who tried to impersonate the criminal deadly gangster atheist communist Jew Catholic conspirators in order to terrify him on his death bed. And here are some mp3s of people reading his rants in a crazy voice. So that’s Francis Dec. Please try not to be an eternal Frankenstein slave to the Worldwide Deadly Gangster Computer God.