While editing and preparing for publication this brilliant book by Sabrina-Marie on the extraordinary life of the living musical genius that is George Clinton, founder of the Parliament-Funkadelic empire,?I began to remember and realize that I had once been a weed smoking, drug taking, alcohol drinking, no head, no backstage pass, full-fledged, dues paying, card carrying member of the Parliament-Funkadelic Nation, a true funkateer. My motherfunkin ass had danced and gotten high many times while partying and jammin? to the music of The Parliaments, then the Funkadelics, and then Parliament-Funkadelics, through the late?60?s, all through the 70?s, and I felt that I was always, truly, standing on the verge of gettin? it on and doing something great. I had funkafied hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, if not thousands of girls while living in Boston, then Japan, South Korea, South Vietnam and even some North Vietnamese girls, then some Northern California girls, then back to Boston girls, then some cross country American ghetto girls, then some Los Angeles girls?and then some Chicago girls, then funkafied some m