DO YOU SEE THAT PORCFEST 2005 LOGO
The Free State Project’s
Second Annual Porcupine Freedom Festival
will be held on
Saturday, July 23, 2005, thru Sunday, July 31, 2005
Rogers Campground & Motel, Lancaster, New Hampshire
3/27/05: PORCFEST SPAM #2
up there? It is the
result of an art contest the PorcFest organizers held. It was submitted
by the winner, Fox Tree, and will be featured on PorcFest 2005
merchandise sold at the Gathering in July. (Incidentally, does anyone
attach any significance to the direction that the Porcupine in the logo
OVER 6,000 FLIERS HAVE BEEN MAILED OUT
to registered FSP
Participants and FSP Friends promoting PorcFest 2005. There is going to
be a huge crowd of individualist freedom-lovers there, and you’ll want
to be a part of it. The fliers also asked for donations. I’ve sent in
$100 to help with the project. How about you? If you want to help (and
I hope you will), email me and I’ll tell you where to send the $$.
THE PORCFEST 2005 GATHERING WILL BE ADVERTISED
and other liberty-lovers in various publications from now through July
(that will cost money too). That advertising, besides boosting
attendance at the PorcFest, will also increase the visibility of the
Free State Project, and increase recruiting (we hope).
YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SPEAKERS,
don’t you. Patience. While
some speakers and seminar-leaders have been confirmed—such as LP 2004
Presidential candidate Michael Badnarik, FSP founder Dr. Jason Sorens,
Coalition of New Hampshire Taxpayers president Ed Naile, and others,
we’re still getting that straightened out. Prepare to hear that some
Other Big Names will be there.
LIBERTARIAN-REPUBLICAN REPRESENTATIVE RON PAUL (R-TX),
also a former National Libertarian Party presidential candidate, will
be speaking at the New Hampshire Liberty Alliance dinner to be held on
Saturday evening, July 30, 2005. Find out about Dr. Paul’s appearance
And who knows? Maybe
Rep. Paul will be able to show up at the PorcFest too....
I’ll get down to telling you about some of the
specific “happenings” planned at PorcFest 2005. You won’t want to miss
the tours of different parts of the Free State, the Mt. Liberty hike,
the Mock Town Meeting, the 2nd Amendment activities, the Speechifying,
the Taste of the Free State, the Circle of Liberty, the Porcupine
Family Discussion, the...the...well, there’s far too much to preview
here. So stay tuned for the next PFS (PorcFest spam), coming out next
1. You need to be a part of it!
For all information about
the PorcFest 2005, plus to find out how you and your family can take
part, see www.freestateproject.org/festival
Bottom line? We need your
help—every one of you—in both attending and helping to publicize the
Second Annual Free State Project Porcupine Freedom Festival in the Free
2. Forward this email to your own email lists.
We all have
lists of friends, family, and freedom-lovers we know, and they should
all have the opportunity to plan on attending PorcFest 2005. So when
you receive this “PorcFest spam,” pass it on!
3. In 2004 the We’ll Be There List topped out
at about 177,
and over 300 people attended over the course of the 2004 PorcFest.
We've got several months to go and there are already 179 on the 2005
List! (Check out all your liberty-loving friends who are already signed
You owe it
to yourself to be on that list too.
4. Here’s how to get in touch with and find out about
Campground & Motel: http://www.rogerscampground.com
54 motel rooms, tons of beautiful camping places, and lots of RV, van,
and trailer sites, so call now and reserve yours. If you choose not to
camp out or stay in the Rogers Motel at the campground (which includes
beautiful surroundings and a shower building with lots of facilities),
here’s a list of possible lodgings close by to Lancaster, for you:
Jefferson, NH Lodging:
Jefferson Inn: www.jeffersoninn.com
Alpine Forest Motel (888)734-2364
Evergreen Motel (603) 586-4449
Lantern Motor Inn (603) 586-7151
Skywood Manor (603) 586-4491
Lancaster, NH Lodging:
Lancaster Motor Inn (603) 788-4921
Cabot Motor Inn (603)788-3346
Coos Motor Inn (603) 788-3079
Mountain Lake Campground (603)788-4509
Roger's Campground/Motel (603) 788-3009
Starr King Motel (603) 788-4771
Olde Morse Lodge (603)788-4600
Whitefield, NH Lodging:
Kimball Hill Inn (603) 837-2284
Inn at Whitefield (603) 837-2760
Spalding Inn (603) 837-2572
Mirror Lake Motel (603) 837-2544
Patio Motor Court (603) 837-5515
Mountain View Resort (603)837-0003
Northumberland (Groveton), NH Lodging:
Pine Tree Motel (603) 636-2479
Village Motel (603) 636-1354
Down Home Motel (603) 636-2898
5. PorcFest 2005 is going to be extraordinary.
How do we
know? Because PorcFest 2004 was a stupendous success. Don’t believe me?
Check it out! http://freestateproject.org/news/festival/festival04/
6. If you have any questions,
you can contact Varrin
Swearingen, the “PFC” this year (“Porc Fest Czar”) at his email address
or me at tim@...
(813-251-2626). LOTS of other people are helping put this incredible
gathering together, too many to list here. But you can join up, meet
up, and help out by joining our “planning email list” at
(See You At The Porc Fest!)
SUPERCHARGED SOLITONS, Chapter 2, By Tim
"It's against regs to have a liquid-filled cup next to a keyboard,
Bennett started, then sat silently, fuming. He knew who it was.
"Fuck the regulations, Arnold. It's 2:00 in the morning. The regs don't
"Sure," responded Arnold Brooley in his characteristic smug tone.
"I’d bet you'd love explaining that to the oversight committee."
Frank Bennett swung his chair slowly around and looked up at
Brooley. The officious technician always seemed to be peering over
someone else's shoulder, and was rarely at his own workbench laboring
on fabricating electronic components for researchers like Bennett. "I
don't particularly care about the oversight committee, Arnold. And you
may have noticed that the committee has no jurisdiction over me. If
they've got a problem, tell'em to take it to management."
Bennett was lean and rangy, just over six feet tall. He stared
pointedly up at the DRI technician. A black patch of longish hair fell
over one side of his forehead. Grayish green eyes stared steadily out
at Brooley, framing a squarish, clean-shaven face with a strong,
straight jawline. His hair spilled down to the collar of an old
military jacket, salvaged from his three-year stint in the Army.
College at the university hadn't seemed very important at the time.
Raising hell and chasing women did. The feelings had been reciprocated.
But a bullet in the chest in the one of the Mex-Am skirmishes had made
a more permanent impression on him.
A neatly patched bullet hole left a neat, circular half-inch
opening on the right front of Bennett's Army jacket, a memento of the
AK-58 slug that had smashed three ribs eight years before, courtesy of
a Mexican trooper’s AK-58 during his tour in the Yucatan. After the
chest, ribs, and lung had been repaired, Bennett decided maybe college
wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He’d re-entered college immediately
upon discharge. "You can dig ditches, and get kicked around," he later
told a girlfriend as they sat in her dorm room one night toking a joint
of Tex-Mex blast-grass. "Or you can design the ditches and not get
kicked around at all...while other people dig them."
That was before he'd earned two magna cum laude bachelor's degrees,
one in biophysics and one in applied optics. After those came a masters
degree in advanced laseroptics, and suddenly Frank Bennett was a hot
property, a young physicist with an insight into the intersection
between biophysics and laseroptics. Now he was a still-young doctoral
candidate at the University of Miami and an adjunct professor at the
same school. Rumor in the UM hard science departments had it that
Bennett was doing extraordinary work in heavy-app laseroptics utilizing
complex biologic molecules to advance soliton pumping research.
Bennett sat loosely in the chair, a pair of blue jeans tucked into
his old plasti-leather Army boots. He still gazed steadily at Arnold
Brooley, waiting for the retort he knew would come.
"Look Bennett," said an agitated Brooley, "you may think you're
some hot rod, college-boy inventor, but it's guys like me that make
those ideas real. Don't forget that."
Brooley's whining voice further irritated Bennett. Perfect for a
bureaucrat at heart, he thought to himself. Brooley’s large paunch
flowed over his red plastiform belt, stretching the fabric of his
regulation DIA workshirt against a series of straining buttons. A tiny
mustache, perfectly trimmed according to DIA regulations, decorated his
upper lip, and black plastic frame glasses perched on Brooley's nose,
giving him what he fancied to be a professorial look.
"Bullshit, Arnie," Bennett replied evenly. "I can put together any
of that crap. Anything that comes out of my mind I can make. DIA just
supplies the materials, the workbench, and you."
Brooley sniffed. "That's the point, Bennett. You don't get your own
workbench. I do." A hint of pride crept into the man's voice. "And you
don't get materials unless DIA brass passes on them for you."
Bennett moaned inwardly, irritated at Brooley's unsubtle emphasis
on the military-sounding "brass." They both worked for a civilian
military research corporation. Turning back to the screen, he absently
picked up the cup of water, tossing the last of the liquid into his
mouth. "Go away, Arnie. I'm trying to get some work done without the
local DIA block creep checking up on me."
“You should watch your work habits,” whined Brooley. “The committee
for this subdivision doesn't take lightly to regulation breaches." He
moved closer, peering over Bennett's shoulder. "And anyway, what's so
damned important that you have to sneak into the lab in the middle of
the night to work in the dark?"
Bennett’s hand slashed down on the keyboard, blanking the screen.
He deliberately turned his chair around once again to stare at Brooley.
"Sorry Arnie. That's classified material, and you're not on the
need-to-know list." He continued looking at the man. "And the lights
are off because I like working in the dark...if you don't mind. And if
you don't like the lights off, report it to your security committee."
His voice was rising, reflecting his irritation. "But get the hell out
of here so I can get some work done!" His voice dropped. "Or I'm going
to ask the optics VP to get you off my back."
Brooley's jaw dropped involuntarily. He stepped back fearfully. The
only thing that scares a bureaucrat, Bennett reflected, is a bigger
bureaucrat. And Elroy Compton, the DIA vice president in charge of
optics research, was as big as they come. On the other hand, Bennett
reflected, Compton wasn't into stifling new lines of investigation, no
matter how outlandish they might seem to others. He was interested in
only one thing: results. And Bennett was thankful for it.
Elroy Compton also played a pretty good hand of poker, as Bennett
knew from playing with him at some Friday night card games. But Brooley
didn’t have to know about that; all he knew was that Bennett was under
the protective wing of a powerful DIA vp.
"I don't give a damn if you are Compton's pet inventor, Bennett,”
sneered Brooley. “Regs are made to be obeyed, and you'd better start
thinking about that." Brooley beat a hasty retreat, slamming through
the lab door and out into the hallway, but not before flipping on the
entire bank of lights in the room as he went out the door, throwing the
area once again into a blazing fluorescent glare.
Bennett sighed, squinting his eyes. The hell with it, he thought.
In order to have access to the big Biolex supercomputer and other
resources available at DIA, he could put up with the likes of Brooley.
Some of the clubby academics at the university frowned on Bennett
working at military research. He frowned back at them. In fact, he
believed in what he was doing. One day, he reflected, his field of
biologic laseroptics might even help set the world free from the some
of the more vicious socialist tyrannies that seemed to be consolidating
their power throughout the world. It didn’t occur to him—not at that
point, at least—that America was becoming just what he
abhorred...except for the Free State Project people in New Hampshire,
Bennett wandered over to the doorway and turned the lights out
again. Returning to his computer console, he unblanked the screen,
then surveyed it. The rows and columns of numbers and symbols
beckoned...and his eyes widened once again at what he saw.
"Holy shit," he breathed again.
He quickly tapped a series of commands into the waiting computer,
then reached across the machine to flip on a printer. Instantly
wide-band paper began extruding from the printer as information began
to pour out of the computer. Bennett watched the printing progress for
a moment, then turned to a nearby telephone. Picking up the receiver,
he punched in a series of numbers, including his personal
identification code which he knew would be checked by the security desk
before the call was allowed out. He paused, waiting, then heard the
satisfying buzzing on the other end. A sleepy voice answered with a
muffled, throaty sound. He knew she would be naked in bed, waiting for
him to come home. He stirred at the thought of his beautiful wife,
"Mmfff...herrow?" came the music of Linda Bennett’s voice.
(to be continued)