|EvilHomer - 2014-08-17 |
Fuck the Rainbow Gathering. Stupid assholes.
They annoy me but honestly they are the most harmless people on the planet. This kind of sucks.
The thing about Evilhomer and reactionary thought process in general is the embracing of the dogmatic over the pragmatic, the knee jerk emotional reaction over thinking things out, i.e. stamping out whatever you find annoying rather than tackling real problems.
And boy are hippies the most annoying people on the planet. Dangerous? Absolutely not. But solving real problems in a practical manner has never been high on the reactionary's list of priorities, not when there are so many faces to be stomped by boots attached to jerking knees.
|The Mothership - 2014-08-17 |
Are the cops using a paintball gun as crowd control?
Pepper/mace loaded projectiles. Lets you be a shitheel from a safe distance!
|Rodents of Unusual Size - 2014-08-18 |
well if yodeling isn't the right response to police brutality I don't know what is!
|EvilHomer - 2014-08-18 |
Nominal, I don't know if you're trolling or not, but you should know by now that I think out everything. I think things out so much, it actually gets to be annoying. It's my fatal flaw or even my gimmick, depending on how you look at it.
Do you know who these people are? Have you ever been to a Rainbow Gathering? I have. My mom used to hang out at these things. I grew up in this environment; these people are, to me, what Christians and rednecks are to many of the rest of you. I even spent time in their Kid Villages myself - not this one in particular, of course, but ones back in the 80s and 90s, and yeah, some of them got busted up just like this one.
They are assholes. They are not solving problems. I don't know what you think they're accomplishing with their yodeling and their griping, but I can assure you they are not doing it. It is a cesspit of pseudoscience, self-righteousness, religious quackery, soft drugs, yodeling, child abuse, unconscious racism, and stupid looking t-shirts. The only real differences (i.e. more than cosmetic) between their bullshit gatherings and a militant Christian youth camp are the drugs, and the fact that the attendees tend to come from a significantly higher income level (hula bums are rarely, if ever, born into the working class. They just pretend to be poor, because they think it gives them brownie points with the Great Mother. We don't need money, man, cuz we got degrees from Harvard).
Should they have their faces stomped? I dunno. I never said that, but your proposal intrigues me. Some of them, probably! A few of them most definitely. The rest should just grow up and go the fuck home, or better yet, go to a more dignified and productive herd meetup, like The Gathering of Juggalos or AnthroCon.
I agree with that summation and have been to many hippie events in my youth (I even attended 5 Grateful Dead shows and their corresponding parking lots, I had my tent destroyed by a naked man while I was still sleeping in it, etc.).
However, the fact that this is happening to these people, and that both of us were innocents attending such events, should make you say "Well, maybe an all out militarized boot stomping campaign isn't the best solution since it could me at 10 years old witnessing this bullshit and thus changing my perceptions of police and the military forever."
A bizarro reality unfolds where you never join the military, instead working at an anarchist coffee shop and hating Israel.
Again, I'm not saying indiscriminate boot stomping is the best course of action; that's Nominal's solution, not mine. I'm merely saying fuck these people, because they're stupid assholes.
Interesting aside: I *did* used to work at an anarchist coffee shop that hated Israel. (well, anarchist book store with an attached cafe; the coffee shop was just down the street, next to the hobo park and corporate highrise). My time there, during the height of the anti-Bush era, was a major factor in convincing me to join the Army.
Also interesting: baleen, I know you've taken swipes at the Free Tibet movement before. The first Free Tibet meeting I ever attended was when I was six years old. My mom dragged me to that one, too. It was part of a larger New Age meetup, shoehorned in between a Tarot class and a seminar on cold fusion given by a dude who claimed to be Jesus Christ.
Also also, I was on Wikipedia the other day and found one of the Rainbow hippie dudes my mom used to work for. He was a Native American tribal elder who ran a commune in Vermont, and after that failed, made a living by giving seminars, managing alt-health retreats, and publishing loads of New Age books. Apparently he's sort of famous; people say he's an inspiring speaker, a man of peace, a wonderful spiritual figure. He's done a fair bit of work for the Rainbow Family, and apparently he even spoke before the United Nations, on the issue of peace and nonviolence.
I don't remember any of this. I remember he had a drinking problem. I remember he used to beat his wife, and my mom had to cover for his ass and keep it under wraps. My mom was his personal secretary, and my stepdad used to get pissed, because "all she ever did was damage control". But the guy paid well, he never hit his wife too hard in the face, and besides, it gave mom a chance to network with all sorts of gullible rich people.
I don't hate him; he wasn't the worst person mom hung out with. He didn't try and murder us, unlike some other folks. Yet it's this same sort of phony fucking bullshit that well-meaning but impressionable hippies seem to constantly get sucked into. You look good, you wear the right clothes, you appeal to people's egos by giving them a line of bullshit about openmindedness and spirituality and how very advanced they are: your aura vibrates on a higher frequency, star-child! Not like all those closedminded mundanes! Give them this, and that is what people will see. They will see you as artists or revolutionaries, as living Devas bursting with God-light. They will never notice that they're surrounded by lazy, pretentious wife-beaters.
Oh, and he didn't really like kids, either. He had, like, eight of them, probably more, with various different women (he was a handsome fucker, even at seventy he looked like John Redcorn), but he rarely spoke to any of them, and preferred that all of us kids stayed the fuck in the attic and out of his way. Real grumpy and grouchy - which again, could have been worse, he wasn't a pedo priest, at least not to the best of my knowledge - but it just further serves to illustrate the gulf between the romantic image New Agers like to project, and the all-too human douchiness of their actual lives.
I wasn't taking swipes at Free Tibet, and I even had the fucking bumper sticker and went to the meetings and saw the Dalai Lama a couple times.
I was once a devoted Chomsky and Zinn apparatchik, and attended my high school's East Timor Action Committee.
I agree entirely that hippy culture has a fraudulent, mind meltingly vapid, abusive, neglectful underbelly (and overbelly and sidebelly). My sibs certainly had to endure that far worse than I did.
Oh, good! I've gotten burned out on a lot of stuff popular with the Zinnosphere, but I still think the Free Tibet movement has a solid case. The Chinese argument that it's all just counter-revolutionary propaganda peddled to Western imperialists by a washed-up old theocrat is ridiculous, and quite frankly I would not mind living in a theocracy if said theocracy was run by the Dalai Lama. I met him once too and he's a really cool dude, probably my favorite person raised by Nazis.
You could be the 21st century's answer to Holden Caufield, EH!
to me it's just a perfect little slice of absolute cultural malaise from all sides
You know it's funny you mention that, Mr Wildcat, because like Holden, I went to prep school, and like Holden, I wound up flipping out and having a complete teenage breakdown! I did not go to the same school that he did (Holden's school was fictional), but my school was mentioned in the novel: one of the asshole phonies he hated was a Choatie.
(we were also name dropped in an episode of Family Guy, where a yuppie implied we were all dog fuckers. This is only half-true.)
Sadly, my Caufield days had fewer sexy hookers and more big fat car thieves strung out on coke, but Catcher in the Rye was a fantasy, and it's only natural that the circumstances would be more interesting.
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