“My Country”

“I’m not letting my country be ruled by a dictator.”

So said James Yaeger who believes it is HIS COUNTYRY because he titles himself a “Patriot”. James has the same energy Bill Cornwell has, he thinking he owns America because his father was a cop and a career soldier who I believe fought in Vietnam – and is a bitter, angry white man, not unlike Charlie Manson who wanted to start a race war. This dude was no hippie. These are not hippie ideas, but, redneck Bubba ideas. However, Charlie was inspired by my kindred, Mel Lyman, who married Jessie Benton.

I was living in Roxbury when I heard something very perculiar on the radio. William Calley, and Charlie Manson, were sentenced to prison on the same day, March 29, 1971. Some hippies thought Charlie was CIA, it his job to demonize hippies and peaceniks – more then they already were – by the Federal Government. This is just fine with the para-military fruitcakes who have a thousand rounds in their basement – just incase the forces of Obama Antichrist come snooping around.

Some hippies did call Vietnam Veterans “Baby Killers” due to the My Lae Massecre.

“As many as 500 villagers, mostly women, children, infants and the elderly, had been systematically killed by American soldiers during a bloody rampage on March 16, 1968.”

When I was in my sister’s kitchen cooking for our family reunion, I picked up a big knife. In jest, my six year old grandson made a show of fear, and grabbed his mother’s waiste as he said;

“Look out! He’s got a knife!”

Heather tried to cover for her son who no doubt was hearing the drunken patriotic bullshit Bill Cornwell, and perhaps his father, spouted in the new home Tyler Hunt had moved into. Before I met him in person, Bill and I had become friends on Facebook, and, proud of his meager roots, he was now reading about Tyler’s amazing ties to folks who made America great! Seeing I was THE ENEMY, he went looking for something on me, and no doubt found Charlie Manson. This is typical of ignorant bullies like Bill. First they get their gun, and then they go looking for an easy bullseye. If they clutch a Bible – they haven’t read it! More then likely some crazed minister has marked the juicy targets inside! Baby Killers need, is a excuse, even dvine permission to slaughter human beings. When I attended the Tea Party rally held in my town, I saw a bunch of church folk and Vietnam Vets. This was a Bushwackers War. The young men of my generation were turned into cold hearted killers

When I walked up to Fort Hill during the first snow, I was approched by an armed guard who told me he would use his gun to defend HIS FAMILY. I am certain he is THE ONE who ran away from what had become a Mucical Cult led by a dictator that said he was God. He published a newspaper to back it up. Mel Lyman was surrounded by yong people whose ancestors were Real Patrtots.

I have not seen my grandson in two years. I believe this will change when I publish my book, when folks that matter will see I am not a crazed killer that would hurt my grandson, or anyone else.

Bill stuffed his sausage between my daughter’s legs, and then crammed his father’s bullshit in her brain.

“Make love – and then make war!”

When my daughter admonished me for not serving in the army, I asked her if Bill had served.

“No! But, at least he wanted to!”

My daughter did not serve – because she had a child out of wedlock when she was eighteen, by a surfer dude who refused to marry Heather. Bill liked the cut of Ryan’s masculine jibb. I don’t deserve a son-in-law!

My ex-brpther-in-law knew Manson and perhpas the Beach Boys. Larry Sidel knew the Brotherhood of Eternal Love, and was a LSD salesman.

The War in Vietnam has to end.

Jon Presco

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https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/10/16/the-rosamond-hodges-all-american-redneck-family/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/07/05/john-hodges-rosamond/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2012/12/13/bill-cornwell-hates-the-disabled/

https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2011/09/12/saving-dottie-witherspoon/

Francis Marion (c. 1732 – February 27, 1795[1]) was a military officer who served in the American Revolutionary War. Acting with Continental Army and South Carolina militia commissions, he was a persistent adversary of the British in their occupation of South Carolina in 1780 and 1781, even after the Continental Army was driven out of the state in the Battle of Camden.
Due to his irregular methods of warfare, he is considered one of the fathers of modern guerrilla warfare, and is credited in the lineage of the United States Army Rangers. He is known as the Swamp Fox.

Marion Francis Rosamond (1848 – 1934)
Found 10 Records , 7 Photos and 15,974 Family Trees
Born in Carroll, Mississippi, USA on 13 Sep 1848 to Benjamin Rosamond and Jane Rogers. Marion Francis married Fannie A Rosamond and had 2 children. Marion Francis married Sarah Jane Hodges and had 5 children. He passed away on 1934 in Lovelady, Texas, USA.On this eminence stood ROXBURY HIGH FORT, a strong earthwork planned by Henry Knox and Josiah Waters and erected by the American Army June 1775 – crowning the famous Roxbury lines of investment at THE SIEGE OF BOSTON.
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“The Manson Family preached peace and love and went around killing people.
We don’t preach peace and love…”

-Jim Kweskin

Kweskin writes in his notes, “At every turning point in the life of America a Cancer has stood up to sing a new soul as it flowed into the old and transformed it. Stephen Foster, George M. Cohan, Louis Armstrong, Woody Guthrie, Jessie Benton…”

Jessie Benton? She’s one of Mel’s earlier old ladies and the daughter of painter Thomas Hart Benton, whose aging beady-eyed face can be seen at the very top of the album cover. He’s very important to the Lyman Family, sort of the benefactor. Not only did he give them Jessie, but many of his original works and two summer retreat houses at Martha’s Vineyard, where Mel takes certain followers to train as leaders. Five years ago a small community of young white intellectuals and artists from the Boston-Cambridge area moved onto the hill and “took over” several empty apartment houses bordering the park. Relations with the black neighborhood immediately deteriorated, and soon guards, members of the new Fort Hill Community, could be seen patrolling the fort for the first time in almost 200 years.

Since then peace has returned, relations have improved, and there is some question on a recent summer evening why guards are still needed at Fort Hill. Or who, exactly, is being watched. It’s dark, about 9:30 PM, as one of them approaches holding a flashlight. He appears troubled, glancing nervously up and down a long row of houses now owned by the community. Inside the first house some 60 Fort Hill members are eating dinner, methodically cleaning their plates after a 12-hour work day. Suddenly the guard turns and walks briskly to an area at the rear of the houses where garbage is dumped. He shuts off his flashlight and from a large green plastic garbage bag secretly retrieves a suitcase packed the night before. Then, without looking back, he runs as fast as he can, as fast as he’s ever run, past the garages, past the basketball court, past the tool sheds, down the long dirt driveway at the rear, through the winding paved streets of the ghetto and the straight paved streets of the first factories, past the nearest subway station, where they’d be sure to check, to a second station, blocks and blocks away, more difficult to find.

As the sentry boards a subway train, safe for the moment, the interior lights reveal his panting, boyish face. He is Paul Williams, a rock author and first editor of Crawdaddy Magazine, who several months ago gave up his writing career to join the Fort Hill Community.

“I was very frightened, sure,” he admitted later at his New York hideaway. “I said I was leaving the day before and they said I wouldn’t be allowed to. They said they’d be watching me 24 hours a day. So I was super paranoid, super cautious. But that doesn’t bother me. I mean, they owed it to me, in a sense, to keep me on the hill.

The events in My Lai had initially been covered up by local divisional command. In April 1969, nearly thirteen months after the massacre, Ron Ridenhour, a G.I. who had been with the 11th Brigade wrote letters to the President, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Secretary of Defense. In these letters the G.I. described some of the atrocities by the soldiers at My Lai, that he had been told about.

Calley was charged on September 5, 1969, with six specifications of premeditated murder for the deaths of 104 Vietnamese civilians near the village of My Lai, at a hamlet called Son My, more commonly called My Lai in the U.S. press. As many as 500 villagers, mostly women, children, infants and the elderly, had been systematically killed by American soldiers during a bloody rampage on March 16, 1968. Upon conviction, Calley could have faced the death penalty.

After deliberating for 79 hours, the six-officer jury (five of whom had served in Vietnam) convicted him on March 29, 1971, of the premeditated murder of 22 Vietnamese civilians. On March 31, 1971, Calley was sentenced to life imprisonment and hard labor at Fort Leavenworth,[9] which includes the United States Disciplinary Barracks, the Department of Defense’s only maximum security prison.
http://womc.cbslocal.com/2012/04/12/the-beach-boys-charles-manson-connection/

http://www.trussel.com/lyman/women.htm

On March 29, 1971, a jury sentenced Charles Manson and three members of his “Family” to death for murdering actress Sharon Tate and seven others.

This isn’t a book review. It’s my response as a woman to reading all the gossip about Charles Manson and Mel Lyman. And, more than that, a response to the whole of hippie / freak culture and the “place” of women in it. I mean, it may be total drag to spend your life at the dishwasher, washing machine, supermarket etc, — and of course we know that — on the other hand it’s not exactly a groove to hustle on the street, bake bread for your hippie farmer, serve the God incarnate, commit murders: to name a few options.
Sanders can say “in his universe women had no soul. They were to be slaves of Man” (p. 198), he doesn’t see that Manson is not a universe unto himself. Shocked as I am by the particular viciousness of Manson’s treatment of freak women (or by Calley’s and other Gl’s torture of Vietnamese), I’m not really surprised. Nor am I at a loss to understand why women take it. When I was 21 I had a boyfriend who reminds me of Manson and Lyman in more ways than I care to remember, and I still carry with me the fear that I, like Susan Atkins, etc., could be dominated by some man.

. “Vice President Biden is asking the president to bypass Congress and use executive privilege — executive order to ban assault rifles and to impose stricter gun control,” Yeager says. “Fuck that! I’m telling you that if that happens, it’s going to spark a civil war, and I’ll be glad to fire the first shot.” He closed with more threats: “I’m not fucking putting up with this. I’m not letting my country be ruled by a dictator. I’m not letting anybody take my guns! If it goes one inch further, I’m going to start killing people.”

While Dennis Wilson, who passed away in 1983, never liked to speak about his connection to Manson and Manson’s followers, legend has it the relationship began when Wilson picked up two female hitchhikers in 1968.
Wilson later spotted the women once more and this time he drove them to his house. The story goes he left for a recording session and when he returned he found Charles Manson in his driveway and about a dozen strangers inside his home. Manson had some songwriting talent and eventually Wilson introduced Manson to Terry Melcher (music producer and son of Doris Day) who rented a house to Roman Polanski and his wife, Sharon Tate.

Before the infamous murders Wilson grew uncomfortable with the “Manson family” but rather than confront the group he simply moved out of his own house where the group had been living with him. Legend has it that Manson gave Wilson’s housekeeper a single bullet intended as a threat.
Sometime after the initial meeting with Manson but well before the murders in the summer of 1969, Manson wrote a song, “Cease To Exist.” The Beach Boys adapted Manson’s song into “Never Learn Not To Love” for their 20/20 album, released in February of 1969.

Daria Halprin was a flower child spotted by filmmaker Michelangelo Antonioni in the documentary Revolution, a profile of San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury scene. Antonioni would cast her in his new film Zabriskie Point after he was seduced by what he called her “earth-child quality.” A casting director spotted Mark Frechette, legend goes, in a heated argument at a bus stop. When Lyman heard through the grapevine that Frechette had been cast in a major motion picture, suddenly his attitude toward the aloof teenager changed. He could now use Frechette to further the goals of The Lyman Family. Frechette explained that when Lyman finally accepted him into the Fort Hill fold, “There was humming in my ears … I mean the whole damn room was humming.”
http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2011/03/the-mel-lyman-personality-cult-revisited.html

Once the crimes of Charles Manson came to light, the media brought new focus to The Lyman Family. Fairly or not, comparisons were increasingly drawn between the two communities. Jim Kweskin joked cryptically with the press, “The only difference between us and the Manson Family is that we don’t go around preaching peace and love… and haven’t killed anyone yet.” He was kidding, but a lot of people took the quote at face value. The Lyman camp had an aberrant attitude about Manson. Lynette Fromme progressed from a regular on The Lawrence Welk Show to an extended stay at Fort Hill followed by a westward jaunt to join the Spahn Ranch. Lyman Family member Faith Franckenstein remarked that it did not matter whether Charles Manson was innocent or guilty as “He made a gesture against all the things we do not believe in.”

In the summer of 1972, Daria Halrpin abandoned Fort Hill. She moved to California and fell in love with her soon-to-be husband, Dennis Hopper. Most conclude that she had only been involved with Lyman to appease her then boyfriend Frechette. Mark, however, remained Mel Lyman’s loyal servant, adamant as ever about creating Lyman style definitions of honesty and reality. He, with fellow family members Christopher Thein and Terry Bernhard, mapped out a plan. “We just reached the point where all that the three of us really wanted to do was hold up a bank.” Frechette said that they had been sitting around, watching the Watergate hearings on television, when they decided to pull a bank heist as a protest. “Because banks are federally insured, robbing that bank was a way of robbing Richard Nixon … And besides…standing there with a gun, cleaning out a teller’s cage – that’s about as fuckin’ honest as you can get, man.”

In the summer of 1972, Daria Halrpin abandoned Fort Hill. She moved to California and fell in love with her soon-to-be husband, Dennis Hopper. Most conclude that she had only been involved with Lyman to appease her then boyfriend Frechette. Mark, however, remained Mel Lyman’s loyal servant, adamant as ever about creating Lyman style definitions of honesty and reality. He, with fellow family members Christopher Thein and Terry Bernhard, mapped out a plan. “We just reached the point where all that the three of us really wanted to do was hold up a bank.” Frechette said that they had been sitting around, watching the Watergate hearings on television, when they decided to pull a bank heist as a protest. “Because banks are federally insured, robbing that bank was a way of robbing Richard Nixon … And besides…standing there with a gun, cleaning out a teller’s cage – that’s about as fuckin’ honest as you can get, man.”

Revolution (1968 film)

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Revolution

Directed by
Jack O’Connell
Produced by
Jack O’Connell
Written by
Norman Martin, Jack O’Connell
Music by
Various artists
Running time
93 minutes
Country
United States
Language
English
Revolution is a documentary film by Jack O’Connell made in San Francisco in 1967. It was subsequently revived with added reminiscences.
Although most interviewees are not named some of them have been identified, such as Kurt Hirschhorn, Frank Jordan, Cecil Williams and Herb Caen[1]
Daria Halprin appears in the film as herself.[2]
The soundtrack features Ace of Cups, Country Joe and the Fish, Steve Miller Band, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Mother Earth, and Dan Hicks.

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Lyman grew up in California and Oregon. As a young man, he spent a number of years traveling the country and learning harmonica and banjo from such musicians as the legendary Woody Guthrie, Brother Percy Randolph, and Obray Ramsey.[2] In 1963 he joined Jim Kweskin’s Boston-based jug band as a banjo and harmonica player
Lyman, once called “the Grand Old Man of the ‘blues’ harmonica in his mid-twenties”,[3] is remembered in folk music circles for playing a 20 minute improvisation on the traditional hymn “Rock of Ages” at the end of the 1965 Newport Folk Festival to the riled crowd streaming out after Bob Dylan’s famous appearance with an electric band. Some felt that Lyman, primarily an acoustic musician, was delivering a wordless counterargument to Dylan’s new-found rock direction. Irwin Silber, editor of Sing Out Magazine, wrote that Lyman’s “mournful and lonesome harmonica” provided “the most optimistic note of the evening” [4]
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In the early 1960s, Lyman had been drawn to New York. The music and fellow musicians that he found there led in turn to a larger circle of writers, artists and filmmakers. He became friends with underground film-maker Jonas Mekas, which led to the studios of Andy Warhol, and Bruce Conner all of whom he counted as both teachers and inspirations for his later film work. Several of Lyman’s films have recently been digitally restored to be included in the permanent collection of the Anthology Film Archives,

The Lyman Family, The Fort Hill Community and the Avatar
It was his relationship with Judy which brought him to Boston in 1963. Again, Lyman became acquainted with many artists and musicians in the vibrant Boston scene including, among others, Timothy Leary’s group of LSD enthusiasts, IFIF. Lyman was involved for a very short time and, against his wishes, so was Judy. Knowing LSD’s power, he felt she was not ready but, “the bastards at IFIF gave her acid… I told her not to take it. I knew her head couldn’t take it.” Lyman’s fears turned out to be justified and she left college and returned to her parents in Kansas.[6] Lyman was by all accounts very charismatic and later, after Judy had left, a community or family naturally tended to grow up around him. At some point thereafter Lyman began to realize himself as destined for a role as a spiritual force and leader.
In 1966, Lyman founded and headed The Lyman Family, also known as The Fort Hill Community, centered in a few houses in the Fort Hill section of Roxbury, then a poor neighborhood of Boston. The Fort Hill Community, to observers in the mid-to-late Sixties, combined some of the outward forms of an urban hippie commune with a neo-transcendentalist[7] socio-spiritual structure centered on Lyman, the friends he had attracted and the large body of his music and writings.

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This song is a shortened version of a song called “The Rambling Boy” collected in 1930, from Emma L. Dusenbury, Mena, Arkansas, by Vance Randolph.