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This is a parody site of a movie character named Billy Jack, who was half Native American. However, this page has the serious purpose of promoting the ideals that the character stood for.
If you are a Native American and you received an add request from this site, it's because I'm trying to support Native American art and commerce and help Native Americans get more exposure in general to do my small part to make up for the attempted genocide of Native American tribes that everyone knows the U.S. committed, for all the broken treaties, for the continuing lack of attention to struggling reservations, and for the lack of any kind of official apology or reparations for any of the above.
Now that I've got that off my chest (puts soapbox away) . . . on with the parody! If you've seen any of the Billy Jack movies, you'll understand/enjoy it more. Either way, I hope it gives you a chuckle or two.
How,
My name is Billy Jack, or as all the gap-toothed, redneck, hairy-knuckled troglodytes in the village call me, "that Indian son-of-a-bitch." Nice to meet ya!
Actually, I don't look Native American at all because I'm really about 98% white and 2% Native American, but the Native American thing gives me a mysterious, spiritual edge, so I go with it.
I was a Green Beret and take great pride in my ability to whop anyone on the side of their face with my foot without them being able to do a damn thing about it.
I hate violence and plan to totally denounce it as soon as the world runs out of ignorant rednecks who desperately need a good kick in the nuts.
I live in a motor home down by the river. I'm kind of a shepherd for the students at the freedom school, a halfway house for runaways, vagrants, drug addicts and draft dodgers. Basically, I just walk back and forth on the mountain ridges in the distance keeping an eye on things to make sure the kids are safe from the crackers in the village. I have a way of just "showing up" when any of them are in trouble but, between you and I, I actually have the school, all their cars, and the whole damn town wired. Audio surveillance was my specialty in the Marines. haha! My motor home doubles as a nerve center with numerous video monitors and surveillance equipment. When something is about to go down, I mysteriously show up. All the kids ask, "How did he know we needed him?" It cracks me up every time.
Here's a short list of things that make me go berserk -
1. The establishment. i.e., "the man". Hate him.
2. War. (Been there, done that.) What's it good for? Absolutely nothing. Say it again. (Okay, it's good for some stuff, like taking out really bad guys, stopping genocides, etc., etc.) That's the dichotomy I live with, too. Like I told Jean just the other day when she was trying to stop me from killing Bernard, "You show me a place where men really love each other and I'll never strike another human being as long as I live. Where is that place?" She had no answer. I rest my case.
3. Hunters. I'm always catching the hicks from town shooting at the wild horses that live on the reservation. Last week, there were about ten of them out there giving Bernard his first lesson in how to be an a-hole by forcing him to shoot a horse. There was only one of me, but I talked them into putting down all their guns. Talk about stupid. haha Then I made them all strip naked to prove one of my theories. As I suspected, they all had remarkably small penises. I suspect the same is true of all hunters.
4. Racial segregation and prejudices. We should all learn to see past our differences and get along. If you don't agree, I'll further convince you with a spinning hook kick to your ear hole.
After I collapsed Bernard's Adam's apple for raping Jean, I holed up in a shack and shot the sheriff between the eyes. And I do mean right between the eyes. What a shot. I still smile every time I think about it. The red headed bastard.
But I'm happy to report that I beat the rap and got off with involuntary manslaughter. God, it's great to be white in Arizona. My lawyer downplayed the whole Native American thing and the judge said it was "immaterial", thank God. Who knows what would have happened to me if that cracker jury found out I wasn't 100% honky.
While I was beating the snot out of my fellow prison inmates to convince them of the virtues of peace and love, the Freedom School grew and grew. The kids even started their own television station where they have fun tearing down everything their parents and forefathers struggled to build. I'm so proud of them.
Of course, the townspeople don't appreciate the kids' commie/socialist/anarchist beliefs much and, knowing that I was stuck in jail, started slapping them around again. They even started hassling the Native Americans on the rez. Of course, that shit had to stop and I was just the man to do it. There were rednecks flying everywhere. Fortunately for me, most of them are so fat and out of shape from all the beer and hot dogs they live on, whomping on them was like fighting with my sisters kids.
Say what you want about the production quality of my movies, but keep this in mind - Billy Jack was and is the highest grossing independent film of all time. Now THAT kicks ass.
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As mentioned above, this is a tribute page. Billy Jack is a fictional character created by Tom Laughlin. For the real me, see the last photo in my album here.
I created this page because it was the Billy Jack character and the movie of the same name thirty years ago that planted the first seeds of interest in me for Native American culture, and inspired me to get into martial arts, which has been an abiding passion of mine ever since. Plus, there was no Billy Jack page on My Space, and I couldn't have that!! Sacrilege, I say!!
There is very little difference between the character of Billy Jack and Tom Laughlin, the man who portrayed him. He and his wife, Jean, are still very active in the anti-war movement. For more info on what they're doing these days, please visit their site at www.BillyJack.com
And Mr. Laughlin, if you ever visit this page, I hope it gives you a laugh, too. No disrespect intended, of course. Thanks for all the inspiration over the years, and for continuing to speak truth to power. Unfortunately, your views regarding war and government corruption three decades ago are just as applicable today, and as important.
Since the Billy Jack movies inspired me to get into martial arts thirty years ago when I was just a waif of a boy, I named a book after him. It's called Billy Jack and the Shrimp. For more information on it and my other current writing projects, please visit www.MarkRickerby.com. Thanks!
An interview with Tom Laughlin, Part I (Thanks to Creative Xtreme Films for sending it over! Visit http://www.myspace.com/creativextremefilms )
An interview with Tom Laughlin, Part II
Ah, what the heck. Here's the ice cream shop scene again!
Bernard Washing His Car. Haha!
Billy Jack Goes to Washington Trailer
