From: tindall@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Mike Tindall)
Subject: Celebrating Freedom- (attn: Austin)
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Tue, 8 Sep 1992 23:30:53 GMT

  The Wrat pounces! (twice- saw it the first time Lou.  I was
too busy to reply last weekend.  Some friends and I were busy
sending gallons of infant formula, among other things, to
Homestead, Florida:-)
  Kids, the Wrat-ster is STILL pissed about an April Fool's
post I wrote from Chicago after the Auburn Hills shows.  And
just to keep you up to date- I posted explicit instructions
for sustainably harvesting peyote on the net a couple of years
ago which incited his undying wrath.  Since then he has been
patently less than honest and liberally exaggerated on occasion
attempting to defame me.
  What chaps the Wrat-ster's ass is freedom.  I have the freedom
to disbelieve Government propaganda and act in accordance with
my heart.  I have the freedom to take off with a pocket full of
tickets and trust the Spirit to see how far that takes me- (LA to
Louisville in '90 on a hundred bucks, a wing, and a prayer)  I
have the freedom to travel transcontinentally at will- (I have
a backpack).  I have virtually unlimited freedom in this world
provided I cause no harm.
  And why shouldn't I exercise my freedom?  I paid for it, (and
yours), in blood.  I had my freedom severly restricted for 
years because I was prime, US Gov't property.  The Wrat-ster
applied system analysis to support a flawed rationale regarding
soup kitchen patronage in  a post directed primarily at Reno.
The wrat twists and distorts the facts then trys to make a 
tenuous connection between me and the Berkley Community Food
Project during the NYE shows last December.
  If the truth were known, I was living on the beach in Monterey
last May waiting for the singularly most significant event in
the western hemisphere to begin May 19th.  Every dollar I made
went into the community bank to get us all down the road.  I refused
to have any cash on my person, besides, someone who looks like I 
do can have all their cash conviscated simply for fiting a drug
profile.  I have the freedom to seek under the table untaxable
work also because I have the freedom to not support a murderous
governmental foriegn policy.
>makes a point of consuming social resources meant to support
homeless paupers
  Fuck!  I wasn't homeless!  I was living in a STYLIN' '79 Chevy
van!  (And had been since January:-)  See, if you want freedom
to this degree, there's a price to pay for that.  And if you are
willing to pay that price, you may find yourself in a wonderful 
world following your bliss.  The deadhead community is wonderfully
supportive of a life of creativity.  Some people call us a bunch
of bums.  In a Hindu culture, deadheads MAY be regarded as
renunciants.
  I was discussing the phenomenon with Barlow last June.  We'd 
broached the subject of getting kicked out of venues and had
digressed slightly to talking about the deadheads relationship
to the band.  John Perry's perception of that seemed to be
analogous to stereoisomers of a chiral compound, at least what
I could gleen from it.  If I missquote him, I'm sure he or
RUMOUR CONTROL can correct me-  If memory serves me correctly,
what he said was that the animosity of the local communities 
hosting Grateful Dead Shows was a natural reaction of the
society that had spawned them- (the deadheads)
  Now the Wrat may call me irresponsible.  I'm a free man.  We
held a funeral for the hippie in the Haight about 24 years ago.
We're FREE MEN, (AND WOMEN) NOW!  I don't have any children to
be responsible for, or a mortgage, or any of that other
materialistic crap the majority of our current society measures
a person's worth by.  Some of my closest friends do have children
and mortgages etc...  I don't slam them for that- hell we're all
equal.
  Nope- The Wrat is pissed cause he trapped himself.  Me, I could
see that Constitutional rights of the individual simply do not
exist in a Reagan-Bush appointed Federal Court System- (Marbury
vs. Madison, 1803- Re: Judicial Review)  And I choose not to play
the game.  Now I will, sometime in the near future, pay through 
the nose with mineral excise taxes well into the next century.
So I'm making the best of it while I can, and the Grateful Dead
make that possible.
  I am not a self proclaimed anything and have boasted nothing.
Wrat, and possibly some of you, may not see it that way.  However,
the Wrat-ster writes a 49 line cheap shot full of half truths
and out right lies, twisting meaning and context to demean me
and elevate himself.
  Let this be a lesson to y'all.  This is what can happen to you
if you don't get to enough Grateful Dead Shows!  Don't be a Pose
head-  Be a tourhead!  And never trust the Government!  Oh yeah!
Free your mind and your ass will follow :-):-):-)  Have no pity
for the Louis Marcos' of the world, we're all equal- to pity would
assume chimerical superiority.  Through the magic of the Grateful
Dead, I have seen the deaf hear, the blind see, and the crippled
get up and walk.  Keep comin' back Lou!  It gets better!

                       the eaglemiester
         (haven't thought about smoking a cigarette
               writing the whole post!!!!!!!!)
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