Friends of Free,
I traveled to the Martha Coakley’s rally this afternoon to gather some Free information. I wanted to advise the Democratic candidate on her lack luster campaign strategy and perhaps seek some women advice from Bill Clinton as I offered my gentle condolences for Haiti (a land where he and I both, I’m sure, have had a gal or two from).
Unfortunately, though, I was thrown out of the event after spending a good portion of my time (before the speakers took the podium) yelling that I felt there was a lack of enthusiasm in the crowd. I begged for these people, these steadfast supporters of this mainstream Democrat, to begin chants that I felt were funny and would draw up some disdain for the Republican candidate, Scott Brown, who they will be voting against. After some time of attempting to start the following chants:
‘Brownie is a townie’
‘Scott’s daughter has nice cans’ and
‘Scott Brown likes rape’ (always start slowly and get hotter)
I was escorted out of the main room of the affair and into the lobby. I guess Coakley operatives don’t have much of a sense of humor. But, thus is mainstream politics. Luckily I was able to catch some of the speeches in a lobby gathering room. Without getting into details of those, let’s just say that Menino might not make it through this term. As I’ve stated before, he is fat and near death.
So, after some time there in that room, speaking with some very nice people, I couldn’t help but get a bit fired up again. Because, despite their apparent kindness, there still remained much apathy in the crowd. And it stunk like dead swine. When I attempted a couple more chants towards the end of Clinton’s speech, I was approached by more campaign officials. I assured them that everyone in the room knew what was going to be said during the rest of these speeches and that they should send their troops elsewhere if they really wanted to win this thing. However, I was once again removed— this time onto the sidewalk.
It was then that I ran into some very interesting folks outside of the event— men and women who were toting signs with an image of Obama with a Hitler mustache. Hmm… I thought. Gets my attention, sure, but what are these folks really here for? I mean, I’m a fucking leftist, but what is their agenda?
Well folks, it appears like they stand for nothing other than utter confusion. And I do not support this. I could not get a straight answer from any of these fucks. They wouldn’t say whether they were left or right or what exactly they supported. They appeared to be religious in that geek-christ-kid manner and they were by no means an intimidating sight.
And so it hit me there, on that sidewalk, staring at the image of Obama with a Hitler mustache that I said fuck it— I’ll throw my support behind Martha Coakley. I can be much more fucking creative than these amateur propagandist protest fucks. My anti-tactics have much more due diligence than theirs. I’ll suck blood and get my dick wet in their shit.
So, follow along friends of Free as the President Obama shows up here in Massachusetts on Sunday. And we’ll see if we can get these fart-sniffing anti-anti’s good and riled-the-fuck up.
I need to make a brief trip to the town of my birth on Saturday as one of my fellow fighters has fallen. A good man. Not killed in the leftist fight, but, rather, his own drug addiction. I shall return on Sunday, though, red hot upon my entrance into this state and ready to make some noise. Since I will be dark for a while, I shall communicate through Twitter. Stay tuned, you beautiful few.
The blogs that follow are some documentation of propaganda nothingness that we leftists need to fight against with our mush larger purpose.
Briefly entering into the mainstream just for my own amusment,
Freemont Barrington
