A Freebie from Freemont

I’ve been getting a lot of criticism from the Friends of Freemont about not attending the God Hates Fags rally that occurred in Boston last weekend. Despite apologizing on this blog for a camera battery issue (which has since been rectified) some people seem to think that I should have made the trip to the rally cameraless with a pen and paper. So, let me just address these so-called Friends of Free, who are really friends in name only and are actually just gutless cowards who stand on the sidelines of my revolution, hoping that they might grab onto my ball hair when this thing takes off.

While the God Hates Fags people are a hilarious lot that would have provided easy content for this blog, I am not that interested in their storyline. It’s been done before—from the Howard Stern show to the very talented Roger Nicholson of the Cambridge Rag whose work I posted below. Sure, I would have provided you all with a cheap laugh. And I am certainly not above doing that. But, if you’ve read this fucking blog lately (which many of my so-called friends have not) you would know that I am after a far greater prize. The Gods Hates Fags people are a dying bunch of bigots who grow weaker and weaker within the United States and carry absolutely no political influence what so ever.

The underlying theme of this blog, beneath the vulgarity and genius of it all, is the battle between the classes. In the year 2010, we have been made to be nothing more than lab rats that toil and fight with one another so that we won’t join together to escape our imprisonment. My vision for the revolution does not hinge on the idea of exposing the blatant bigotries that still exist in this world. My revolution hinges on the concept that the real bigotry that exists today has become instutionalized within the system. This form of bigotry is the natural result of corrupt bureaucracies whose goal is to control our lives in order to exponentially improve their social standings with each generation. And until we are able to recognize these institutional forms of bigotry and repression (which are our real enemies), we will be unable to begin my revolution and will only be pigs rolling around in the brief success of our own shit.

In other words, I am not looking for my twenty minutes of fame here. I am not hoping for my next YouTube posting to go viral. What I’m looking to do is start a fucking social revolution. And I will do that on my own fucking terms because I seem to be the only prick willing to do it. I will spread the fucking legs of the revolution and I will kiss it on its lips. And if any of you assholes are willing to join me when the moment is upon us, you shall be thusly rewarded. But, if you’re going to sit back on your Craigslist-bought sofa with your processed American cheese in the freezer and say that I missed a fucking bombshell interview with the God fucking Hates Fags people, then perhaps you should hand in your Friends of Freemont card. Because you can walk in all the Gay Pride parades you want to, but, if you don’t understand the root of the problems that confront us, you might as well be baking a cake for you new yuppie neighbors. Symbolic victories will not advance the revolution and this ride is not made for want-to-be pussies. It’s for those who want to change the future. Lest you forget who the fuck is in charge here.

A Royal Notice from the King Himself

Sir Robert Freemont Barrington, III

Friends of Freemont,

After being dark for a while inside another one of my self-reflective weeks, I have emerged still a bit caught up in the skull fuck state of things, but somewhat enlightened and very much eager to push forward through this treacherous road of shit because, Friends of Free, we have no other choice but to.

In doing so, one of the things that I’ve decided to include in this blog from now on is the perspective of various local struggles to be mixed in with those on the national level. Perhaps I have been remiss in my duties as a radical by not doing this as often in the past. It was an intentional maneuver on my part to conceal my location and mask my anti-systemic agenda, which is often picked up by the local authorities and FBI. However, it seems this approach has steered me away from my responsibilities as an activist.

The solution then, as it seems to me, lies in the importance of frequent YouTube posts where I will take up topics of plight with my local friends of the Boston, Massachusetts area in delightful, spontaneous vignettes of revolutionary and bohemian goodness. Despite the erratic and manic work schedule that I keep, I am confident that these jewels of broadcast genius can be produced on the regular for you fine folks. And I hope they will bring you more closely into the world of the Free and inspire a higher form of creativity in challenging the systemic machine that continues to undermine the natural progress of this country.

One particular point that I intend to address as an ongoing theme in this blog from now on is the urban development (or lack there of) within American cities. I have expressed my disregard on this blog for the languid state of fuck that exists here in Massachusetts and the utter indifference we residents hold towards our bankrupt transit system and our disgracefully slow public works projects. And, so, it is time for me to become more serious about fleshing out my disgust in this realm.  I will begin researching the subject and intend to mix in a quick blog or two among the long philosophical ones like this, which should keep you all up to speed on the topic and how it relates to the world of the Free.

My mood is still a bit sullen on this day, friends of the Free, but we must pull our boots out of the muck and fight on. The national political landscape is about to become quite pregnant in the days and weeks that lie ahead. The Afghan war wages on; the Tea Parties continue their fruitless revolt; a healthcare reform summit is set to take place next week; and, now, there are all these new reasons to be a friend of Freemont.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Fuck the Revolution; the Revolution is me.

Freemont Barrington/ 2.18.10