From: tindall@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Mike Tindall)
Subject: East Coast Motivation- (War Story)
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 00:21:40 GMT

  What was I doing with these people in the first place? OK-
Here goes.
  We bagged Buckeye- too big- too far east.  Mike and his headed
back to Chicago and I was headed for Colorado for the gathering.
I got to the 465 and I-70 and a '79 58' Internat'l school bus with
Janus Developmental School #9 pulls over and picks me up, (obviously
I'm hitchhiking).  I could drive the bus and they were afraid to,
(they'd just bought the bus in Indianapolis for $500 @ a junkyard)
so I ended up driving the damn thing 3 days straight on a couple of
4 hour naps.
  The heroin action was going on in the van behind us so I wasn't        
aware of it until just before we got to Fort Riley KS.  At Fort Riley
there were about a dozen hippie looking deadhead types standing by
a dead chevy pickup so I stopped and they all ended up piling on the
bus and leaving the chevy behind with its camper locked.  The chief
asshole, Angel, whose name was on the title of the bus, was a little
too adamant that "a couple of kind sisters" ride in the van with him.
  So here are all these young people going to their first gathering
and completely naive of the danger they're in.  I stuck with the bus
to get them to CO.  Just before the Red Rocks exit at Morrison, and
right after a brilliant manuvuer in the Mouse Trap at I-25 and I-70,
(maybe The most poorly engineered and constructed intersection of the
entire interstate highway system) that surely saved all our lives and
must have been Spirit guided because I am incapable of doing a Corvette
lane change at 55 mph in a 5 ton school bus to avoid a line of idiots
in the process of coming to a dead stop in the middle of a freeway
for no appearant reason, we stopped to pick up another hitchhiking 
couple.  I assure you all the kids knew the situation we were in
and the kind of people we were dealing with and had decided we would
all stick it out and take care of each other.
  Angel decided we would stop in Morrison to have the engine tuned for
altitude before we climbed the front range.  This is probably because
he found out that the new hitchhiker had a few bucks.  After the engine
was tuned and several beers had been pounded by the 6'4" mean angry 
hitchhiker dude who was snot slinging drunk by now, Angel announced
the drunk was the new bus driver and anybody who didn't like it could 
get the fuck out.
  We counciled in the back of the bus, (remember, I was very physically
tired at this point not to mention being on the second day of a 4 day
fast which I didn't break til after the main circle on the 4th at the
gathering) and dedided to let the drunk drive up to the tunnel, then 
I'd take over after that and drive down the mountains.  Of course the
drunk was too stupid to put the bus in 3rd gear on the way down and
almost lost it.  Thank the Great Spirit for air brakes.
  After the brakes cooled I drove until the constant harassment from
the drunk pushed be to the breaking point at which time I stopped the    
bus, threw my backpack out and commenced to leave.
  The herd of hippies insisted I stay and the drunk leave.  They loaded
my pack back on the bus but the drunk was in the driver's seat and said
he wasn't going to hitchhike from there and he'd go a mile up the road
to a turn off.  The drunk, (large and mean I remind you) wove all over 
the lane and passed the turn off.  I insisted he take the next exit
accompanied by a chorus of like minded folks.  Oh yes!  BTW- I forgot
to mention we hadn't seen the van since we pulled out of Morrison and
there was a 16 and 15 year old couple of girls in the van.  To cut to
the chase- the drunk pulled the bus over at the exit.
  After much wailing and gnashing of teeth in heated argument with the
drunk still in the driver's seat, and me having made the decision that
if he drove he'd kill us, (we were hardly out of the woods as far as 
steep grades were concerned), the asshole started to pull the bus back
up on the freeway.  Before he could get the bus out of first gear, I 
stepped out of my Birkenstocks in the two steps it took me to launch
myself over the back of the driver's seat and deliver a flying side
kick to the back of the assholes head, (by some miracle of the grace 
of the Spirit I didn't brake his fucking neck) which caused the bus
to grind to an almost immediate halt, needless to say.
  Coyote got out of the bus and unhooked the battery, (external access-
drivers side) and a Bronco pulled into the intersection with a cellular
phone so Coyote was talking to the Eagle County Sheriff's Dept on the
911 line when I got off the bus.  The upshot of the whole deal was the
drunk walked off in the weeds with that poor female companion of his.
I was told to drive the bus to the gathering in spite of it having
plates from a '72 Dodge pickup on it and no owner in sight.  And in
the official report of the incident, the Eagle County Deputy Sheriff
called me kicking the shit out of the drunk, "Attempt to stop vehicle".
:-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-):-)
  The herd of hippies were amazed we were alowed to continue on our
way.  I told them cops don't fuck with medicine men.  We made it to
the gathering, collected the two missing sisters, (the 15 yr old who
had been threatened was dumped in the lot in shorts and a t-shirt),
and their gear, and hiked in 1/4 mile from Downtown CALM, (Center
for Alternative Lifestyles Medicine) where we camped and I slept for
14 solid hours.
  Upon awakening, and the 4th day of my fast I might add, I went to
work in Downtown CALM for 2 weeks.  I sutured gashes, treated a          
brothers 3rd degree burn with a technique from the University of
Utah Medical Center Burn Unit using a Chinese salve that was 10
times better than Silvideen, (Doing surgical scrubs and sterile
dressing changes in a 20' teepee that was in Dances With Wolves-
It was given to my friend Rainbow Weaver, a shamanic midwife, whom
I camped with on the Verde at the hot springs in AZ 15 years ago)
I treated a woman for hypothermia, one genius sister from BC drank
out of the creek as soon as she got there and had Giardia comming 
on.  I gave her an extra sleeping bag of mine.
  She couldn't believe I just gave her this bag.  I said, "Have you
ever heard of that meat eating killer Crazy Horse?  He could own
nothing.  Everything he aquired, he gave to the tribe."  She washed
dishes and kept camp for a day.  Being on a vegaterian diet for too
long I did threaten to eat Dr. Frank's cat if he didn't keep his
critter out of my hospital.
  We were right between an eagle's nest, (mated pair of bald's) and
a black bear den, (mama and a pair of cubs, papa would boze on in 
and see how they were at 4 am, dogs going nuts, thousands of city
slicker bozo's sleeping right through it).  I went on a run with
an ex-Special Forces Medic for an alleged punctured lung and ran
the SF guy into the ground while I was smoking a cigarette.  We
were at 10,000' - lots of altitude sickness.
  I spent 2 weeks busting my ass because 30,000 or more city slicker
bozos wanted to come up to 10,000' in the Rocky Mountains, where I
was born and raised, in a primitive area, with no idea what they
were doing there, and completely unprepared, (the BC sister didn't
even have a jacket!) and play girl scout.  I got completely fed up 
with self indulgent idiocy.  People die in these mountains if they
don't know what they're doing.  I ain't talking about camping in
some Indiana farmers pesticide ridden corn field in between shows.
  The brother with the 3rd degree burn saved himself a $3,000 
hospital bill because we took care of it.  The sister we treated
for hypothermia is alive because my dad gave me a $200 Slumberjack
survival bag a couple of years ago when I was leaving on tour and
I knew how to use it.  A dozen wanna be deadheads got to hang out
with a handful of real mountain hippies because I chose to get
physically violent for the first time in over 10 years.
  River told me I was Cheyenne Dog Soldier Shamanic.  I guess it
fits.  The Dog Soldiers carried a raw hide tether and a stake.
They would tether themselves to the stake and die where they stood
to cover the retreat of the Tribe.  A Dog Soldier who survived
after staking himself and fighting off the enemy was considered to
have great medicine.  BTW- the Cheyenne also had their own Jesus
Christ- his name was Sweet Medicine.  And the Cheyenne were also
fully aware they'd been on this continent 25,000 years and knew they
crossed the Bering Strait.  Something anthropologists just snapped
to a hundred years ago or so. 
  If any of you freedom of speachers are still reading this far
into this thread, Jeffersonian Democracy is modeled after tribal
egalitarian anarchy ol' Tom was real impressed with here in North
America, at least in part- a strong influence.  If it wasn't for
Jefferson, we'd have no Bill of Rights or method of redress to 
amend the Federalist's Constitution.
  I was at the back fence in Deer Creek when 6 fucking idiots made
it over in between sets the 28th.  They broke a small section of the
fence and I saw most of them run down and thrown out.  Through the
hole in the fence, I saw more idiots that didn't make it to the 
fence being handcuffed and taken away by real cops.  I'll bet Star
Lake will ban us next if they already haven't, any takers?
  How many "Take a step backs" have been played west of the 
Mississippi?  I have an obsolete Db V in my backpack, I'll get a
count for you and post it.  I've never seen anyone shooting off
pop bottle rockets into a crowd at a show west of the Mississippi
either.  Now the lemming rush 6/1/91 in LA was standard for any
given east coast stadium show in recent memory and in my original
post I said, "Southern California is just as bad."
  I've been south, and I've been to some of y'all's precious New
England.  BTW- a friend of mine was walking along Virginia beach
one night and noticed something glowing in the sand.  He picked it
up and examined it.  It was a nuclear fuel pellet the Navy had
somehow lost track of.
  This ain't about East Coast vs. West Coast or any of that other
shit.  I don't care if you're in LA or Miami or Bethel NY.  I got
one question for you.
ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOUR FRONT DOOR OPEN TONIGHT?
  Ol' Tindall and I never locked our door, even when we were both
out of town.  We never got ripped off, we never had some idiot come
in and try to kill us, and alot of our friends knew they could come
in and make themselves at home anytime, day or night.  We always had
something to eat for them in the refrigerator and they always had
a couch to sleep on whether we were home or not.
  Mike can't live that way since he moved to Chicago.  But I hope he's
moving back to the rockies real soon since he took his master's.  I
love the skinny diabetic little son of a bitch.  It makes me want to
puke to know he showers in Lake Michigan, he pisses in Lake Michigan,
he shits in Lake Michigan and he drinks Lake Michigan and he has to
just because he lives in Chicago.
  I really don't care if the entire United States Government goes to
hell in a handbasket and y'all in them cities ain't got no cops to
cover your ass anymore or any sanitation removal so you have to live
in your own garbage until the disease decimates you.  I don't care if
the electricity goes out and your water pipes run with mud.  I don't
care if you all start eating each other because all you know how to
do is shop in a grocery store.  That is a real possibility for you
if you live in any large urban area anytime before the end of the
century.
  Us, we can head on up in the Snowies and eat Elk til it comes out
our ears.  We can fuck the babie's mama and raise our families and
live like Wild Cheyenne Warriors.  We can party eating Buffalo roast
and smoke the kind if we're inclined cause we got horses and we can
surely make a few trips out to Humbolt Nation.  And I'm sure the KGB
don't give a shit if the United States Government goes to hell in a 
handbasket either.
  Me, I like accoustic Dead.  And the ranch always was a safe place
to rest and work and be a regular person.  Bobby worked out a lot of
Ace up there at the cabin, and ol' Barlow's just 275 miles to the
northwest as the crow flies.  Like I said, we got horses.  Why the
hell do you think there's so many eagles up there in the Snowies?
Y'all got eagles on the East Coast?  Southern California?  Them 
pesticide infested corn fields in the Midwest?  Y'all ain't even got
enough raptors to shove up a chickadee's ass in the midwest anymore.
You know why?  The fucking Government told you DDT was safe and you
idiots beleived them and the bugs ate the DDT and the birds ate a 
shitload of bugs and the hawks and owls- the raptors- ate the birds 
and the bug eating rodents and the DDT killed them off like the fucking
plauge!
  You guys worry about whether Clinton or Bush is going to win the
election when you ought to REALLY START WORRYING how the government
is going to control the mobs.  And the mobs are already homeless, 
hungry, pissed, and armed to the fucking teeth.  Good luck,
there better be a God, eh?

                        eagle
(running naked in the midst of the largest collection of unattached
young single women in the entire state of Wyoming)  [I ain't appolo-
gizing for length because I just spent a shit load of tax money the
government can't spend killing folks who don't think like we do!]
And quit bothering Mike about my posts.  reply to
     
                      rebel@outlaw.uwyo.edu
 
probably work until I leave for Oregon but I seriously doubt it will
work after September 1st :-):-):-)


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