Being a MissileDickChick (desperately trying to raise money for a documentary right now) is my personal declaration of Matriotism. Some people don't get it, but it's truly freedom of expression in the clearest sense of the word. And being an MDC fulfills my teenage dream to be Abbie Hoffman's lover. It commemorates the gagging of Bobby Seale and makes me wonder why Scooter Libby remains unleashed and unvaccinated. It questions the absolutely f%$%$-ed up way the American Dream has gone from "justice for all" and being "born with inalienable rights" to wanting a bigger house, car and bra for your wife. Political theatre. Remember how the Chicago 8 tried to levitate the Pentagon, as an exorcism? I don't either, but I've read about it.
That reminds me. I did meet Abbie Hoffman in the late 80s. I had just gone to college and finished reading his biography over that summer. I had "backstage passes" to his debate with G. Gordon Liddy, which took place at Boston College. I was craving some advice as to how to go about decoding all the misinformation we were being fed. It was the age of the Sandanistas. Latin American coups were big. And many of Hoffman's writings advocate being an activist first, and student second.
When i got to speak to him, I asked him what people of my generation were supposed to do. He basically looked me deadpan in the eye and said "the Pope can fuck, he has the ring!" Alas, it never really made sense to me in terms of giving me actual direction, but I appreciate the sentiment now. Especially with the Jesus Clone on the slab, getting ready to zombie-out and eat sinners any day now. We all know an ambitious Cardinal or sub-Pope has stolen the shroud!
On a tangible note, we spent the day celebrating our heritage at Taboada, our favorite hot spring, Olympic size pool in San Miguel, Mexico. I did ask everyone who their favorite founding father is, and it seems Ben Franklin scores pretty high. Is it the kites? the hemp? the fetish for french haute couture? Personally I have a thing for Alexander Hamilton, "ye ole money bags," primarily because he looks surfer-hot on those new large-faced $10 bills.
The maiden voyage of VenCool is setting sail. The cork has unfurled the beast o' burden o' blog within. We've talked of your launch. The Buzz has been created. Our itchy trigger/keyboard fingers have yearned for your forum. Ven, Cool. Ven aca!