…was just held in northern New Hampshire from June 24th through the 27th. I was there with my wife and grown kid. Every year I resolve to write about the PorcFest (so-nicknamed), and about what I saw and experienced there. And every year I fail. Maybe now’s the time. In snippets.
The first PorcFest was put on by the Free State Project in 2004, right after New Hampshire was chosen as…well…the Free State, by a vote of 5,000 participants and announced at a press conference in New York City on October 1, 2003. Now the PorcFest has become a Free State Project tradition, put on each summer in New Hampshire. It’s impossible to write about "all" of it, because there’s too much going on, and too many people doing too many things. So I’ll start out with…
…A view of the PorcFest from the Outside. Here are entries from my daughter’s blog, "Look Mom," showing her impressions (ahem) of the 2010 PorcFest and its people…BUT WAIT! Skip tells me that I need to "prepare the ground," given the ostensible tenor of Mackenzie’s posted impressions (he’s right). Ya gotta understand, Kenzie is in the "humor" industry. That is, she works for Comedy Central in New York city, she performs improvisational comedy (aka "Improv") at various venues in the city every week, and she has a humor-style that is very much dry, wry, and tongue-in-cheek. That means that she doesn’t "really" think that everyone in northern New Hampshire is crazy. It means we didn’t "really" eat a breakfast consisting of strawberries and a magazine of 9 mm’s. She wasn’t "really" scared to take pictures at the PorcFest (at leat I don’t "think" so). And so forth. After all, she knows how to handle a handgun, she was the Free State Project student coordinator at NYU before we picked the state, and she’s got libertarian sensibilities (relatively unusual since most of her generation was sucked in by the mainstream media’s Obama scam). SOOOOO….gulp!…for those who haven’t had a humorectomy, these are her wry observations about what she saw and did last week at the PorcFest:
I’m in the middle of my annual New Hampshire trip with my parents. We are staying at a campground in Lancaster in a low rent motel.
My mom and I went antique hunting in Bethlehem today, where everything is cheap. (and everyone is crazy?? it seems.)
We just stocked up on fruits and vegetables and pita chips and salsas and BEER and now we are in our almost-creepy motel room watching Ina Garten and looking out the window at these ridic mountains.
All anyone in NH wants to feed me is chicken fingers and pizza. Whaa?
YO EVERYBODY. EVERYTHING IS PRETTY OK. RIGHT? • 25 June 2010
today’s breakfast. • 26 June 2010
my dad, who is probably the most conventional and levelheaded of the 1000+ individuals at this gathering.
i am scared to take most of their pictures.
there seems to be a 3 gun per person minimum here. • 26 June 2010