And Here Is Yet Another FUCKING SPIKE That I Put Into YOUR FUCKING VEIN... Take #2

So all you FUCKING HEROIN ADDICTS out there, here comes another dose, and this is going to be a BIGGER DOSE.


Wanna take you higher...


Higher...


Higher...


So gimme an F
Gimme a U
Gimme a C
Gimme a K


What's it spell?
What's it spell?


Yeah, c'mon all you BIG STRONG MEN
Uncle Sam needs your help again,
Got himself in a terrible jam,
Way out there in Afghanistan,
And Pakistan


Woodstock, 1968.


Country Joe McDonald (who doesn't make burgers) and The Fucking Fish.


Nothing much has changed since then - except the music. 


MTV SUCKS BIG TIME!


The SPIKE SONG remains the same.


Heroin by Lou Reed & The Velvet Underground.


So here goes:


Today, I will write about a great English politician, who should be a role model for all you BIG STRONG MEN out there. His name is John Wilkes, and it is particularly noteworthy that Lincoln's ASSASSIN was named after him: John Wilkes Booth. A piece of frozen Antarctica is also named after this great Englishman, a great politician, and a great Friend of Liberty, who FUCKED the fucking House of Commons so hard then. He was thrice elected to this House - and thrice rejected by this House. He fought his political battles alone, with his own money, through the Free Press. In the end, the House of Commons was forced to publish all its debates for the public to read; till then, these were secret. In London those days, posters appeared all over the place saying "Wilkes and Liberty." Even the King hated him, referring to him as "that Devil Wilkes." Jerome K Jerome's Three Men In A Boat - To Say Nothing Of The Dog  mentions an abandoned monastery on the banks of the River Thames where Wilkes' "Hellfire Club" parties were held. That's right, dudes. Hellfire Club parties in a monastery. 


John Wilkes eventually became Lord Mayor of London, an unpaid public office, one that required its incumbent to spend lavishly out of his own money on big banquets and the like. Poor Wilkes had no money left; all his money having been spent on his political battles. But the record states that yet he managed to uphold the honour and dignity - and its ceremonial splendour - of this august civic office, the oldest such civic office in the world, older than the Magna Carta.


When Wilkes became Lord Mayor, the London mobs were overjoyed. Indeed, they unhitched the horses of his Golden Carriage and dragged it themselves down the City streets, cheering all the way.


Further, as Lord Mayor of London, Wilkes was now "second only to the King." The Prime Minister, the Cabinet, all the Lords - they all ranked below him in protocol.


Now, tradition has it that the King of England must attend the Lord Mayor's Grand Banquet - at which turtle soup was served those days, and other fine delicacies and wines. Wilkes paid for the banquet himself, of course - and the King was very much in attendance. But they were extremely civil and cordial to each other.


So let us begin with London. We need a John Wilkes in London again. London is a FUCKED place these days. I am an Amsterdam-lover myself. In London, I bought ganja on the streets, a stone's throw from the headquarters of Scotland Yard - and Rizla is headquartered in the UK. So these so-called "legendary detectives" do NOT need Sherlock Holmes' magnifying glass to see what the FUCK is going on around them. And speaking of Sherlock Holmes, I staggered out of the Royal Commonwealth Club one night after ingesting a whole pile of aged Scotch, thirsty for a pint or two of lager, and found the Sherlock Holmes Pub, which is right next door, CLOSED. Legislation.


I think Boris Johnson, the current Mayor (not Lord Mayor) of London should emulate John Wilkes and free this Great City. He is a LewRockwell.com reader, so he knows his stuff. But he is a member of the Conservative Party - and that will not do. Hayek wrote "Why I Am Not A Conservative" - and Boris should read that.


Now let us turn to the almighty mess in our own blighted country, Socialist India. We will need a John Wilkes Booth in each and every city and town, fighting for Liberty, attaining it, and then using locally raised resources to fix the place with his own local knowledge. There is NO OTHER WAY.


But let History be your guide. I recommend that all you BIG STRONG MEN read this great book on the History of the Lord Mayoralty of the Olde City of London, the One Square Mile of Liberty where British "John Bull" Capitalism was born. It is within this One Square Mile that the Honourable East India Company was founded - and the Virginia Company, too. Tobacco, gentlemen. It was these honest and honourable companies that founded the British Empire - not the Royal Navy, which actually used "press gangs" to kidnap young men on the streets and force them to serve on their warships.


We need such One Square Miles of Liberty all over Planet Earth.


For Liberty and John Wilkes!


For England and Saint George!