A Freebie from Freemont

Friends of Freemont,

I said that I wanted to move away from the Tea Party discussion after attending the Boston rally on April 14^th along with my cameraman, Mr. Backcorner. However, it appears that over this past week the question of Tea Party racism has come up quite a bit. So, I thought it would be a disservice to the Friends of Freemont if I didn’t weigh in. 

First off, I’ve given you a couple of days to analyze the below video blogs so that you could compare two very different versions of the event that occurred that day—one from a seeming insider’s point of view and one from an observer’s. I hope you were able to decipher my obvious message because I think the work speaks for itself. If you could not, I encourage you to drop my blog from your favorites and stop following me on Twitter.

I will admit that, in prepping for last Wednesday’s rally, I had a number of questions I intended to ask Tea Partiers that had to do with racism, homophobia, and anti-Semitism. However, after arriving at the Common, the first thing that struck me (as you have seen in the video) was not any absurd bigotry, but, rather, the lack of enthusiasm by the event’s attendees. What I saw that day was not racism.  It was a collective sense of confusion. These are people who clearly feel like they’re being marginalized by the government. It’s just not clear to me whether they actually are being marginalized by the government.

I can’t speak for Tea Party rallies that occurred across the country, but the one I attended in Boston was very white, middle-class, and suburban (at least as far as the people I saw and spoke with). I can understand, then, why there would be a shared sense of confusion on behalf of the Tea Partiers with regards to their movement’s goals and objectives. History is certainly against you there, Tea Party Patriots. Because white, middle class, and suburban has never made for interesting protest. You may want to leave such activities up to people like me.

As to the the question of Tea Party racism: does the fact that they are predominantly white and “protesting” a black president make the Tea Partiers racists? Of course it doesn’t. I met a number of pleasant people that day who had brought their children to the event and I’m sure would have been horrified if they witnessed any blatant bigotry taking place. In fact, one of the funniest moments for me during the day was when a group of people (appearing to be predominantly black) who were dressed in yellow t-shirts that read Go Home Racists and Bigots began to march through the center of the rally. I had taken the high ground at this point and I looked on as these activists made their way across the park. And the result, Friends of Freemont, was absolutely nothing. There was no jeering. There was no rabble-rousing. There was no discernible engagement between these activists and the Tea Party patrons. I knew then that I was out of my element in a way that I never anticipated. 

So, I find it laughable that liberals are once again shouting Racism! when they describe the April Tea Party rallies. This cry of racism is the same declaration of socialism that occurs on the opposite side of the proverbial picket line. Neither action accomplishes anything and neither brings forth a defined political agenda. The argument that I have continued to proclaim on this blog is not that the Tea Party movement is a group of racists, but that they are a people who stand for nothing and have produced nothing. And when liberals stand up and yell Racism! is when they become as politically unproductive as their Tea Party counterparts. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time these ignorant, PC liberals morphed into their worst nightmare without realizing it. And it won’t be the last. That’s why I’ve always warned you to be careful, Friends of Free, not to paint yourself into a corner when describing your politics because you don’t want to fall into the empty abyss of nothingness that circles this country.

I’d like to end by bringing up the fact that, despite being very close up to the stage when Sarah Palin was speaking on Wednesday, I could barely hear her speech. I was told after the event by friends that she was miked perfectly when they saw the local television coverage. This, again, is my point about the Tea Party—they are not a real movement; they are nothing more than smoke and mirrors. The best way I can explain the Tea Party is that it’s a group of people who embody a piece of the social consciousness who are representing it unconsciously. As such, I would encourage both he right and the left to come back into the world of the living— a place where I exist. That way, maybe we can talk some politics again.

Your Beacon of Truth,

Mr. Freemont Barrington 

Well, folks, the second half of the summit was much like the first… talking points, talking points, talking points. There was no moment like the McCain-Obama ‘we’re-not-campaigning-anymore, John’ exchange and no poignant remarks like those of Louise Slaughter about healthcare reform and its connection to American poverty. The closest instant was the closing statement by Senator Dingell, which was more depressing than anything else due to the fact that he has one foot in the grave and we still aren’t going to make a move on healthcare reform despite him bringing it to the Senate floor every single year of his career as a congressman.

I sit in my location atop Winter Hill right now, Friends of Freemont, and the winds outside are raging like the dickens and, if I were a religious man, I might think it the angry rathe of God raining down on Massachusetts for fucking up healthcare reform by electing Scott Brown to the Senate. But I am not a religious man. I am an utter atheist and I know that the only real reason we are in this mess is because of the fucking naiveté of a large percentage of Americans and the dysfunctional state of its government. And, yes, people of Massachusetts, I do realize that Scott Brown is a seeming moderate and that he broke party lines this week to vote on a job bill, but I am completely disgusted with the simple fact that health insurance is still such a high burden in our society.

The point that Nancy Pelosi began the talks with was a good one (despite her being a snake-haired bitch). She asked us to imagine a world where healthcare was made more affordable, where people could choose their healthcare plans more freely, and where ingenuity and creativity would be rewarded since you wouldn’t need to be tied down to a corporate job to receive coverage. The Dems in the second half of this debate needed to be hitting on these points every time a Republican said that most Americans did not want this bill to pass, but they failed to do so.

In fact, there was a moment when one Republican congressman said that if you asked a room full of insured Americans if they believed their health coverage would change for the worse if this reform bill passed through the Senate, that every hand in the room would go up. EVERY hand? Really? That is just not fucking true, you Republican cunt. And Obama should have cut him off right there, but he did not. The truth is that insurance plans would be unaffected- plain and simple. What we would have instead, however, is a system where many more choices would be given to the American people. The system would be more flexible and more forgiving to those people who are currently falling through its cracks.

I think that, on a fundamental level, this is where the Democrats’ argument is the strongest- the fact that Republicans are unable to provide a good answer for struggling lower middle class and middle class Americans in their version of healthcare reform. But, the unfortunate theme of this entire debate has been that Republicans have played a lot better politics at scaring these same Americans than the Democrats have in convincing them.

So, that, folks, is where the state of things lie after today. There was no common ground met, there was no movement by either side. The Repubs want to start at square one without any compromise. Now, the Dems will have to sell the idea of reconciliation to its Senators, which will be very tricky politics since there is a huge debate as to whether this Congressional procedure can even be used for such a large governmental initiative. You can thank that to the Byrd rule, which is (you guessed it) nothing more than another typical Senate loophole that will lead to more bipartisanship and more filibustering as Senators fight over how the concept of reconciliation should be interpreted.

Okay, well, that was pretty much stream of conscious so I apologize for any lack in professional blogging on my part. But only in such a state of stream of consciousness could I describe the mind fuck that was that awful Congressional hearing that occurred today.

My prediction is that tomorrow a poll will show that a slim majority of Americans actually agree with the Democrats after this summit. However, it will not matter. Because my second prediction on this fucked up evening (which almost seems like the rapture as the building I’m typing this from shakes with high winds and rain) is that today marked the end of the healthcare reform bill. The climate is far too politically volatile and, unless one Republican is willing to step across the aisle, I see the process of reconciliation as drawing us even deeper into the muddle of bipartisan Senate politics.

The ONLY hope lies in the miracle of Obama playing some brilliant politics, which we have yet to see throughout this entire debate.

As far as MY solution on how to make the government change— I’d like to gather a group of poverty-stricken individuals and, much like the Black Panthers, obtain permits for firearms and storm the nation’s capital. I hate guns, Friends of Freemont. But, maybe its time we take extreme measures to get our point across.

- Freemont Barington (on the night healthcare died)

I found it intriguing that, in reading the New York Times this weekend, the Tea Party goers were quick to credit themselves with the Scott Brown victory in Massachusetts last month. Mark fuckwad Skoda, the leader of the Memphis Tea Party, was very affirmative in this belief, saying: “We did it without pejoratives. We did it without name-calling, we did it without all the absurdity that one would suggest is the traditional anger of the movement. We grew up.”

Now, we were at the ground level for this one, Friends of Freemont, and to Mr. Skoda I would say this: you did nothing of the fucking sort. The Tea Party movement is hellbent on claiming the Massachusetts special election as their victory because it makes for great headlines and for wonderful fiction. Much the same way that they fictionalize the beginnings of the American Revolution to suit their political needs. (As us ‘out-of-touchers’ who read books know, the American Revolution was led by intellectuals like Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin who were people seeking to be unified under a common central government, not a band of renegades out to destroy its influence).

So, let’s break this one down for Mr. Cunt Skoda, Friends of Freemont, before history is continually rewritten by both him and the mainstream media, who seem to be missing the boat on this one. And let’s do it step-by-fucking-step, in case any non-intellectual ball-sniffing fucks want to jump in at any point:

1.) Everyone seems to be forgetting Kennedy.

And I don’t mean Edward M. Kennedy. You see, the third party Independent who ran in this special election was named Joseph Lewis Kennedy. He ran on the platform of cutting government spending and decreasing the amount of government control over the private sector and free enterprise. Ideas sound familiar? In fact, in the debate I watched, Mr. Kennedy was even referred by the moderator as the “Tea Party candidate,” which I found to be interesting for a couple of reasons. The first being that Kennedy identified himself as a member of the Libertarian National Committee and never as a “Tea Party” candidate. I, therefore, found it odd that the moderator would refer to him as such. And, second, that Kennedy did not immediately correct this misrepresentation. Whatever the case, Kennedy won a whopping 1% of the vote when all was said and done, which was not even enough to claim that his presence swung voters away from Martha Chokely. Massachusetts voters, therefore, did not seem very embracing of the third party candidate who upheld the same values that seem so prevalent in the Tea Party movement.

2.) The Coak Fuck

Which brings me to #2— the simple fact that Martha Coakley ran one of the worst Democratic campaigns in party history. But I’ve spoke about this choke fuck far too much already, so let’s go right to #3…

3.) The ‘Socialist’ Vote for Healthcare

Despite Tea Party cunt claims that Scott Brown’s victory signaled the public’s rejection of Obama’s ‘socialist’ healthcare program, we Massachusetts ‘intellects’ know better. First, a poll taken shortly after the election showed that 48% of the people who voted for Scott Brown hoped that he would work with Democrats to pass healthcare reform. The second ‘intellectual’ idea that kind of floated in there was, well, the fucking fact that Massachusetts already has a ‘socialist’ healthcare program set up, which is very similar to the Obama plan and requires every state resident to purchase a form of healthcare. Not to mention the fact that Massachusetts voted time and time again for the leading proponent of healthcare reform, Edward Kennedy, to the Senate year after year after year. So, the problem, it seems, was not that the people of Massachusetts rejected Obama’s healthcare plan. But was, rather, that the White House (and the Chokely campaign) did not do a good enough job in letting the people of Massachusetts know what the benefit to them was if the Obama plan passed.

4.) Standing at the Harbor and not a tea marching fuck in sight

For my final point, I would just like to say that (as I’ve documented) I went to a couple of rallies for Martha Coakley in order to both get a gage of the Democratic tone and to seek out those Tea Partiers that were protesting against the Democratic candidate. What I encountered was not the Tea Party movement, however, but simple-minded Scott Brown supporters who liked his face and his truck as well as a radical group known as the LaRouche Political Action Committee (which does not appear to have any affiliation with the Tea Party movement). You would have thought, had the Tea Party organized such a state-wide revolt against Martha Coakley, that they would have traveled to it’s original location dressed up in their horse shit smelling, 18th Century garb, carrying misrepresentations of revolutionary flags, and dumping a bunch of Lipton into the Boston Harbor. But, thus was not the case, Friends of Freemont, and this I can attest to.

So, to reiterate— why is the Tea Party movement trying to claim the Scott Brown victory as their own? Well, because they need to. The movement, although clearly grabbing headlines on a weekly basis, is not well organized and not founded in any state of political realism. They have no answers to solve any of the problems in this country and, although clearly know how to confuse it’s citizens, have no real method of winning over a large majority of Americans.

If the Democrats have any sense in 2010, they will take a page out of the Nixonian book of politics and they will attack these Tea Party fucks with a host of combatant field operatives. I have plenty of ideas, David Plouffe. I know that you’re back on board for the cause. I warn you, David, that I won’t work cheap. But I will be fucking effective. If you have any balls, contact me through the blog. We can do lunch. I’ll wear a mask and you can wear that David-defeating-Goliath smile that everyone loves.

It’s time to wake up, citizens of Free.

Mr. Freemont Barrington

As we enter into this fucked up State of Our Union, there is only one thing for sure: the president must to prove to the people that he is capable of leading. I realize there is nothing very surprising or revolutionary in this statement, but sometimes it comes down to the raw bones. Personally, I like to go into a sloppy fight with a condom good and wrapped around me. But the president has had plenty of time to play it that way and he’s failed. So, I think he’ll have to plunge into this fucker with his armor off if he’s to sell his agenda to the American people.  Sure he’ll risk catching a strand of some shit, but the risk-reward factor is the key here. And continuing the politics of nothingness will only leave the Democrats with a large set of blue balls in 2010.

As such, here are my raw dog, bare-backing suggestions for this evening:

1.) Address the Tea Party fuckwad movement. Say their name and make them famous. Because, in doing so, you will both polarize the Republican party and point out the movement’s lack of political realism towards modern day problems. Democratic revolutions are made by people who fight for a clearly defined cause and agree upon a viable method of execution, not by a band of idiots made up of buzz words and reenactment costumes.

2.) Take a stand on healthcare. Yes- it’s come down to tonight, Mr. President. You’re face down in the muck of partisan, horse shit politics and much of it can be attributed to the lack of leadership that came from the White House. So, spell out your plan for passing healthcare. If it’s reconciliation, fine— you know you’ll have to battle the dissatisfied left. If it’s the bold move of pushing the Senate Bill through the House, fine—you’ll have to get liberals on board and answer the questions of the right. But, for shit sake, take a stand.

3.) Remind the blind liberals who apparently weren’t listening to you along your campaign trail that your plan for Afghanistan has not faltered. And, if they weren’t ready to escalate the conflict, they shouldn’t have voted for you in the first place. Dennis Kucinich is certainly always on the Democratic primary ballot these days.

4.) And, most importantly, do not let the Republicans off the hook. A recent poll about the Massachusetts special election showed that many of the apparent morons who voted for Scott Brown still believe in healthcare reform. The anti-intellectual, white males of this country are still out there, Mr. President, and they’re ripe for the dumbfounded picking. They simply need some ball massaging. You know that drill good and well by now.

The rest, Mr. President, should be your bread-and-fucking-butter. If you fuck that part up, well, then we’re all in one big shit storm.

To read my twats tonight during the State of the Union go to: FreemontFreebie.

Governor Deval Patrick has a message for his campaign this year— you can choose to move forward or you can choose to move backward. It remains to be seen if this campaign slogan will pay off in the polls. But one thing that’s for sure after last night’s election in Massachusetts is that it’s better than nothing at all. If the Democrats want to lose this November, they’ll do just that—nothing. They will play the moderate route and decide not to push this healthcare bill through the House before Scott Brown takes office. So, go ahead and do it, you fucks—play it safe. Don’t take a stand against the Republican obstructionists.  I can hear your bullshit quacks and coo’s already. But know that if you do this you can expect just what everyone’s been predicting for this November.

The healthcare bill is much like fucking Jay Leno, the way I see it. Most of America watched Leno on the Tonight Show because they are stupid people. They like lame jokes and they haven’t the slightest idea what good, edgy comedy is.  Much is the same with healthcare. These old, stupid fucks that make up half this country will keep taking it up the ass with a lame system that doesn’t work because they are perfectly comfortable with the safety inside the status quo.

So, it becomes up to the Democrats to take a chance and show the American public what it is that the American public really needs. Jesus-fucking-Christ—is this the same party that rallied behind a black man named Barack Obama for the presidency? Or will it turn into the party that stood back while Martha Coakley ran a conservative, weak campaign and allowed the treasured senate seat of Edward M. Kennedy be lost to a fucking guy who drives a truck?

Well, let me tell you something, you lame Democrat fucks— I hate trucks. And if you stand by while this one drives itself right through your healthcare plan, you will get what you deserve. So, what is it then? Is it time to move forward or is time to take a giant, conservative step back?

If the healthcare bill is pushed through the House right now, Gramma will eventually wake up and realize that she’s still alive. If it’s not, the question is: will you?

Your Political Strategist for Hire,

Mr. Freemont Barrington

Friends of Free,

I apologize that there was no correspondence on this blog Sunday or yesterday.  But, having shown up at the Democratic rally on Sunday for Martha Coakley, I was instantly appalled by the lack of both enthusiasm and creative canvassing  techniques. I spent the good portion of two hours scouring the Northeastern campus for young, vibrant Americans willing to make the local news with displays of force against the ‘Scott Brown Bus to Nowhere in Particular.’ However, it became apparent from the start that mine would be a losing effort and that college kids are, indeed, as they always seem these days, only interested in pussy, pizza, and pot.

That being the case, I abandoned my cry for protest and decided (since I was already there) to partake in two of these passive pastimes.  I already had a big bag of weed on me and it’s been quite a while since I’ve had a girl in her early twenties. You’d be fucking surprised how easy it is to pick up a chick when you’re older, smarter, and carrying grass on that campus.

Thus, instead of attacking the ‘Scott Brown Bus to Nowhere,’ I decided to take up the offer from a young woman to retire back to her dorm room. All was right for a quick fuck— she had the booze, I had the chronic, Haiti and a Democratic campaign decimated by plate tectonics.

So, after having a lustful and pleasant fuck, I left the dorm building empty and wide-eyed.  The world seemed different to me— almost more like the quiet and slowly fucked Rochester, New York I’d left a few short hours earlier.

The ground— it was shifting under our feet. The indifference smelled like the quietness just before a storm. It was a bust about to burst; a swollen colostomy bag of shit; a loss that didn’t even seem worth losing. I looked up at the grey, empty sky and all it looked like was a long and steady rain.

I’d have to say it’s time to cut our losses and start eating our dead.

- Free

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

Yum, yum, Senator.  Is that a nipple I see?