Leave your mark, Friends of Free. The revolution will be sloppy and vulgar.
Friends of Freemont:
Come on up to Prospect Hill and let your Freak Flag Fly.
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
Liberal Bloggers: Eat your hearts out.
Indies: Dicks hard, cunts wet? (Who the fuck ever knows with you fucks).
Friends of Freemont: It’s time to unite. A long, vulgar road lies ahead. But we’ll be waiting in the ditch on the side of it, poised and ready to attack. That is the point I need to bestow upon you on this politically-charged Sunday. Keep it in your back pocket.
