In 1968, a group of American political revolutionaries called The White Panthers* , lived in a collective at 1510 & 1520 Hill St. Ann Arbor, MI.
Although they performed valuable civic services like bombing the regional office of the CIA, and spawning the MC5 and Iggy & the Stooges, they were harsh on the collective’s children; they forbade them to watch the corporate tool Bozo the Clown on the small black and white TV, forbade them eat the colorful and sugared cereals available to the general American Public, but instead fed them meagre portions of like, bulgar, forbade them from playing merrily in the realistic grenade crater they’d painstakingly dug in the front yard as a war protest, and administered other privations too numerous to mention.
One of the youngest, shanghaied members of this commune was the still-beardless Sugarbeard. And from him they took a treasured Story Album, because he’d driven them all insane with hundreds if not thousands of serial iterations of the Pirate Side with the turntable set on auto-return-and-repeat.
Wounds suffered in childhood swim deeply forever in the darkest fathoms of consciousness, dude
The Queen’s Revenge hereby restores this excellent if severely abridged version of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island, Narrated by Sir Donald Wolfit, for the delectation of the arbiters of zeitgeist & in hopes of finding some kind of closure, like that’s even possible when thus traumatized by hippies
*”The White Panthers” was Huey P Newton’s Idea, but later they were “The Rainbow People’s Party” because maybe not Huey P Newton’s Best Idea
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