I personally strung up thirty-five
It amuses me that San Francisco hippies hang out at Fort Funston, a park named after the fort that proceeded it, named after general Frederick N. Funston, who once said:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_N…
“I personally strung up thirty-five Filipinos without trial, so what was all the fuss over Waller’s ‘dispatching’ a few ‘treacherous savages’? If there had been more Smiths and Wallers, the war would have been over long ago. Impromptu domestic hanging might also hasten the end of the war. For starters, all Americans who had recently petitioned Congress to sue for peace in the Philippines should be dragged out of their homes and lynched.”
Beat those drums and dance, hippies!
Also, a thing I did not know this morning:
Mark Twain once wrote an essay sarcastically praising Funston.
January 15th, 2008 at 11:57 am
Hippies don’t hang out at Fort Funston, dog owners do (including us, around 2x/week). It’s one of the best places around the city to take your dog walking off leash. Not to say that hippies can’t be dog owners (quite the contrary!) but that’s just not the crowd that’s there – I’ve certainly never seen any drumming and dancing. Good quote – just need to work on the framing a little bit… ;-)
Try digging up some dirt on the east end of Golden Gate Park – there’s more hippies there because it adjoins the Haight.
January 15th, 2008 at 5:39 pm
Twain after he got bitter (say, Pudd’nhead Wilson through Letters from the Earth) is a bit of an acquired taste, but on the Philippines he’s consistently superb.
Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword;
He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger’s wealth is stored;
He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored;
His lust is marching on.
We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat;
Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgment seat;
O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet!
For night is marching on.
In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,
With a longing in his bosom — and for others’ goods an itch.
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich —
Our god is marching on.
March 15th, 2010 at 8:28 pm
Waller runs parallel to Haight, one block south.