Sipsey Street Irregulars: Very rough day yesterday with one hilarious highlight. I meet the ideological grandson of one of the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Very rough day yesterday with one hilarious highlight. I meet the ideological grandson of one of the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers.

I ran into a self-declared "prepper" who, he was proud to say, is planting all his preps and believes in all sincerity that he will be able to trade for whatever else he needs after the Zombie Apocalypse. In fact, he reminded me of a distant memory of my past, The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers' mantra:

What about food, water, firearms and ammunition I asked him? No, he didn't waste time and money on those, he confided to me conspiratorially, dope would get him all those things when he needed them. "Great plan," I laughed. "Great plan."

8 comments:

Anonymous said...: Wow. Never would have even dreamed of reading of the "Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers" HERE. If you seek more of their "ideological grandsons," come up to Missoula Montana sometime.; November 15, 2015 at 12:30 PM
Anonymous said...: While someone might be able to trade some weed for a meal or a drink here and there, relying on it as a savior is foolish for two main reasons. First, most "regular" customers aren't going to last long in such a circumstance and that means less "demand". Second, ripper factor only expands.

Smart money says grow and sell your commodity now and use the proceeds to prep coherently.

It may not be some zombie disease that brings this on but the underlying premise of it is upon us. The breakdown of civil society is happening in slow motion as we speak. Those not preparing will be caught with their pants down. Literally.; November 15, 2015 at 1:21 PM
Anonymous said...: I first read the Freak Bros. when I was about 14 and had Abbie Hoffman's "Steal This Book". Guess that was 1971. My mom hated that book and it disappeared. She told me decades later she threw it out; after finding out somewhere that it was worth money as a collectible..; November 15, 2015 at 2:14 PM
AmericanBTGoG said...: If memory serves (although admitting to reading Freak Brothers comix and claiming to have clear memories of that time seems contradictory), wasn't Fat Freddy's cat rather adept at one specific type of asymmetrical warfare? An exemplar for situational awareness -- always check your boots before putting them on.; November 15, 2015 at 3:13 PM
Anonymous said...: Ah, yes!. My ol' "buds". Phinneas, Fast Freddie and Freewheelin' Franklin!

They were actually ahead of their time. Consider the following:

"While you're out there smashing the state, don't forget to keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart!"; November 15, 2015 at 6:00 PM
Anonymous said...: I think I still have a copy of that (and other underground) in my comics and comix collection.
Yep. "Ass, gas, or grass. Nobody rides for free."

B Woodman
III-per; November 15, 2015 at 11:06 PM
CowboyDan said...: Anon 1414, a friend of mine had an autographed copy of "Steal This Book."

If I remember right, Hoffman signed his name under the word "Fool!"

I respected his exit somewhat. He at least had the courage to end his own life. His cohort in founding the Yippies, Jerry Rubin, made a cab driver kill him by stepping into the street.

One of the prouder moments of my life was that I pied Jerry Rubin after a lecture in Carbondale, IL, in about 1979. Pistachio Mint Jello pudding in a homemade crust. Maybe I should bake a pie in remembrance.; November 16, 2015 at 5:02 PM
gamegetter II said...: @ American BTGoG

"wasn't Fat Freddy's cat rather adept at one specific type of asymmetrical warfare? An exemplar for situational awareness -- always check your boots before putting them on."

Check your headphones-that was one of fat Freddie's cat's favorite spots to sabotage.; November 17, 2015 at 6:23 PM

"Progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress."

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government, in a thousand years. I believe that it is better to be free than to be not free, even when the former is dangerous and the latter safe. I believe that the finest qualities of man can flourish only in free air – that progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress, and of no permanent value. I believe that any man who takes the liberty of another into his keeping is bound to become a tyrant, and that any man who yields up his liberty, in however slight the measure, is bound to become a slave. -- H.L. Mencken

"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008

"A common language of resistance . . ."

"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.

Sipsey Street Irregulars

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Very rough day yesterday with one hilarious highlight. I meet the ideological grandson of one of the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers.

8 comments:

Blog Archive

Followers