On Hippie S.C.U.M.

Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units. Desperately insecure, fearing his woman will leave him if she is exposed to other men or to anything resembling life, the male seeks to isolate her from other men and from what little civilization there is, so he moves her out to the suburbs, a collection of self-absorbed couples and their kids. Isolation enables him to try to maintain his pretense of being an individual be becoming a “rugged individualist,” a loner, equating non-cooperation and solitariness with individuality.

There is yet another reason for the male to isolate himself: every man is an island. Trapped inside himself, emotionally isolated, unable to relate, the male has a horror of civilization, people, cities, situations requiring an ability to understand and relate to people. So, like a scared rabbit, he scurries off. dragging Daddy’s little asshole along with him to the wilderness, the suburbs, or, in the case of the “hippies”- he’s way out, Man!- all the way out to the cow pasture where he can fuck and breed undisturbed and mess around with his beads and flute.

The “hippie,” whose desire to be a “Man,” a “rugged individualist,” isn’t quite as strong as the average man’s, and who, in addition, is excited by the thought of having lots of women accessible to him, rebels against the harshness of a Breadwinner’s life and the monotony of one woman. In the name of sharing and cooperation, he forms the commune or tribe, which, for all its togetherness and partly because of it (the commune, being an extended family, is an extended violation of the female’s rights, privacy and sanity) is no more a community than normal “society.”

A true community consists of individuals- not mere species members, not couples- respecting each other’s individuality and privacy, at the same time interacting with each other mentally and emotionally- free spirits in free relation to each other- and cooperating with each other to achieve common ends. Traditionalists say the basic unit of “society” is the family; “hippies” say the tribe; no one says the individual.

The “hippie” babbles on about individuality, but has no more conception of it than any other man. He desires to get back to Nature, back to the wilderness, back to the home of the furry animals that he’s one of, away from the city, where there is at least a trace, a bare beginning of civilization, to live at the species level, his time taken up with simple, no-intellectual activities- farming, fucking, bead stringing. The most important activity of the commune, the one on which it is based, is gang-banging. The “hippie” is enticed to the commune mainly be the prospect of all the free pussy- the main commodity to be shared, to be had just for the asking but, blinded by greed, he fails to anticipate all the other men he has to share with, or the jealousies and possessiveness of the pussies themselves.

Men cannot cooperate to achieve a common end, because each man’s end is all the pussy for himself. The commune, therefore, is doomed to failure: each “hippie” will, in panic, grab the first simpleton who digs him and whisk he off to the suburbs as  fast as he can. The male cannot progress socially, but merely swings back and forth from isolation to gangbanging.

–Valarie Solanas

• 01-Parlour // Simulacrenfield
• 02-Colomach // Ottoto Shamoleda
• 03-Birtha // Free Spirit
• 04-Nino Oliviero And Riz Ortolani // Life Savers Girl
• 05-My Disco // Rivers
• 06-Sunset Rubdown // Idiot Heart
• 07-Pajo // ITurned Into AMartian
• 09-Magical Power Mako // Open The Morning Window The Sunshine Comes In The Hope Of Today