Cosmic Sperm & Brown Rice

COSMIC SPERM & BROWN RICE

While the murderer(s) of seven area girls roams at large, while brothers struggle to eat and be sheltered, the "Liberal" Ann Arbor city administration continues to ignore the People's needs. That is to say, people are being fucked with. Like VietNam, people trying to be free are being fucked with. Like Saigon, the Ann Arbor puppet regime is responsive to money interest, i.e. Board of Trustees-Chamber of Commerce, who make decisions for masses of people. They're called the power elite. They decide how and where students' money is invested. Upon graduation, you may work directly in companies they own, or die overseas where your tuition was invested. Far out, huh? They decide that two-cent suckers should cost three cents, that one peach costs nineteen cents, that a single room apartment costs eighty dollars per month, an act of freedom means a street arrest, that South University is strictly a consumer trap, that people's life styles must be playboyed-budwisered-chevroleyed-Michigan Dailied-and inhibited. You're free to masturbate, but don't fuck the universe. Another Christ, another Communist might be born. Save South University from Cosmic Sperm! 

To insure "peace", to pacify their guilt-based consciousness, they provide an armed force of law abiding men, who are "just doing their jobs, " "Just making the world safe for false needs, for law and order--for honky morality." That morality says, "If it be our job to secure the world market of material wants, then allow speed and smack to run like a wild plague in Ann Arbor. As the people decay into selfish disharmony, our fiberglass cock shall be erect, ejaculating rhetoric  about committees to study the problem. And when because of exploitation the cities are uninhabitable we can move to other lands. We will call them suburbs. And when because of exploitation the suburbs are too polluted we will move away from one another again. That we will call the Woods. And when the woods, lakes, rivers, suburbs. and cities are all sick with capitalism, we shall all move to individual rooms, with individual T.V. sets, and watch old movies about folkheroes killing Indians, and new films about FBI men imprisoning dangerous street people, Marijuana smokers. And when the capitalists who own TV stations over-fantasize each other and even pilfer the last vestige, TV, there shall be a nation wide trade in. Exchange your TV for a synthetic vagina or cock! Have it home delivered in convenient, disposable, plastic bags. Then fuck till you're as sterile as the environment you helped castrate. Mao Tse-Tung said, "Social practice is the criterion of truth." Dig it. Look about Ann Arbor. Who owns the land? Who owns the Arboretum? Who owns S. University? Who owns the parks? Supposedly the people do. If that were so, if the people who use that land and who desire that there be natural, peaceful, order (like a wild forest) had control of their community police, would they hire men with three foot clubs, .38 revolvers, mace, and riot helmets to march up and down their street? Would they pay them $7.50 per hour? Fuck no. Would they pay narcotic agents to come to Sunday rock concerts and take pictures? Fuck no.

Experience (social practice) tells us that the people don't own the land. Until this summer, S. University was a place to consume, a place to move from cash register to cash register. When it evolved to a place TO BE, when Freeks said "Fuck this apartment with its psychedelic posters, I'm going to South U, to smoke dope, dance, play music, and be Free with people," the merchants (Chamber of Commerce) and the U of M which trains people to fill these slots said, "This constitutes a lawless situation, a violation of Honky morality." There is no profit. They make their own clothes or wear old ones. They stand around smiling and embracing each other. Next they'll be talking about food co-ops and things." Dangerous. Very Dangerous.

The solution? The oppressor pays a substantial portion of money needed for police, "just doing their job," to make important arrests, like blocking the sidewalk, or wearing a 48 star Amerikan flag. A killer roams loose and the police say they can only afford to hire so many men. But 3 blocks of Ann Arbor are again a plastic paradise. Contradictions. Contradictions.

Huey Newton tells us that when the pig makes vicious attacks on the people that the people are effectively dealing with these contradictions. Ann Arbor street people say, "Dig it Honkie. We know the Amerikan ruse, the Amerikan law. There is no law. None. There's you with guns, clubs, and the courts, and us with a crazed, killer, dynamite love for freedom. It's our Cosmic Spirit versus your death cult. Poisoned Brown Jug food vs. brown rice. Fucking over people vs. brothers and sisters freely fucking. Free enterprise vs. Free Everything.

The Earth belongs to the people, not the Washtenaw Construction Company.

FREE JOHN
FREE LOVE
FREE THE EARTH

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