We were gonna change the world...what happened?

It's all one movement.Some of us just move different.At my age i move a lot slower,but the kids push me along.

 

Well with them new scooters that are coming out everywhere, we can wheel our way around with our signs and our oxigen tanks.

 

Minimum wage hasn't increased in what, five years? Yet congress sees it fit to increase their wages consistantly every year, what up wit dat? My pay is lower than it was five years ago, now that they can (legally) hire foreigners to do my job (and of course they do 'cause it's good for the "bottom line"), plus it's harder than ever for me to get work, but no biggie, I'm working right now, I'm content, and I could always go back to construction if need be. I agree with Teepi's statement regarding our cushy lifestyle/lack of work ethic in principal, but in policy I oppose illegal immigrants working for lower wages in this country because it's the people that live in poverty that are the most adversely affected, the ones that are most needy that live on our soil and pay full rent that are displaced from the workforce because of it...

As for porn, the reason it's such a lucrative industry is 'cause it's taboo, I'll bet it wouldn't be if it wasn't...Kinda like weed or anything else...

That Emminent Domain thing you speak of really hits home--literally, those buildings are within 20 miles of my house, so now the University next to me could claim my land in the name of "progress"? Yikes! Though on the bright side, I heard one of the Justices that voted that into law is facing having one of his houses seized by Emminent Domain in the economic interest of the community, anybody know anything about that?

 

http://www.castlecoalition.org/

http://www.reason.com/sullum/070105.shtml

http://www.rppi.org/emdomain/index.shtml

 

[An elderly woman's home. Cartman rings her doorbell, and she answers it. Cartman is dressed in an orange hazmat suit and is carrying a tank of something on his back]
Cartman: Hello, ma'am. I'm working to clean up the neighborhood from parasites. Do you mind if I take a quick look around your house? I'm afraid you may have hippies.
Elderly Woman: Hippies?
Cartman: [walks in and begins to rap the walls with his fist] Yeah, they've been poppin' up all over the neighborhood lately. Ms. Nelson next door had seven hippies in her basement; they usually live in colonies. [raps on the wall and the pitch changes] Hm, I don't like the sound of that. Could I take a look in your attic?
[The attic. He opens the door and looks in. He gets out a flashlight, turns it on, and looks around again. He stops after a few seconds.]
Cartman: Oh yeah, boy. Take a look at this, ma'am. [she climbs up until her eyes are level with his] See that? Hippies. [five hippies are sitting in a clearing in the attic, smoking and laughing.]
Elderly Woman: Oh my.
Cartman: These are what we call the uh giggling stoners. Pretty common form of hippie, usually found in the attics. Problem is, if you see one hippie, there's probably a whole lot more you're not seein'. Uh, whe-where's the backyard.
[The backyard. The elderly lady opens the door and Cartman walks out onto the back porch]
Cartman: Yep, that's what I thought. See that? You've got a drum circle in your backyard. [eight hippies are seen seated around a small cmapfire drumming away. Logs are scattered around them]
Elderly Woman: Oh, well they showed up a few days ago, but I didn't think they were hurting anything.
Cartman: Yeah. You know, I had a guy in Jackson county. He had a little drum circle in his backyard. It turned into a drum circle four miles in diameter. You get a few hippies playing drums and next thing you know, you got yourself a colony.
Elderly Woman: Oh dear.
[back inside the house]
Elderly Woman: Oh, well, so, so what do I do?
Cartman: [goes back to rapping the walls, then stops] Well, your attic could be so we can fumigate with polymerethane. The drum circle we're gonna have to gas. [raps again. The wall begins to crack and he steps aside. A hippie breaks through and falls to the floor. Cartman says under his breath] Goddamnit! [pulls out a fire extiguisher from his backpack]
Hippie 1: [dazed and confused, coughing] Whoa, how did I get here? Man, I'm so high.
Cartman: Goddamn hippie! [opens fire. Foam spews out from the extinguisher]
Hippie 1: Whoa, dude!
Cartman: Get out of here!
Hippie 1: Not cool! [stands up and loods at Cartman] What's up?! [runs off]
Cartman: Ma'am, I need to clear out your giggling stoners and your drum-cricle hippies RIGHT NOW, or soon they're gonna attract something much worse!
Elderly Woman: Ooooo.what's that?
Cartman: The college know-it-all hippies.
[The neighborhood, day. A red car pulls up to the curb. On the back window is a decal which says "University of Colorado at Boulder" Three men and three women step out of the car]
Driver: [wearing green jacket] Wow, my friend Brittany was right. This is a really laid-back place.
Woman 1: [wearing tan jacket] Yeah, this will be a great place to spend spring break. [Stan, Kyle, and Kenny approach them]
Kyle: Hey, let's ask them. [the boys are wearing shoulder totes with magazines peeking out from them.]
Stan: All right. [the two parties meet] 'Scuse me. [holds out a clipboard] Hello, we are selling magazine subscriptions for our community youth program. Would you like to help young people like us by purchasing a subscription of your choice?
Driver: Oh wow, you guys shouldn't be doing that. Don't you know what you're doing to the world?
Kyle: Wha- whataya mean?
Man 1: [wearing a guitar over his back] You're playing into the corporate game! See, the corporations are trying to turn you into little Eichmanns so that they can make money. [the other man is busily eating chips]
Stan: Who are the corporations?
Woman 2: [a blonde with a psychedelic fish on her shirt] The corporations run the entire world. And now they fooled you into working for them.
Stan: Are you serious?? We never heard that.
Driver: We just spent our first semester at college. Our professors opened our eyes. The government is using its corporate ties to make you sell magazines so they can get rich.
Kyle: Ugh! Those dirty liars!
Kenny: (Sonofabitch!) [throws down his shoulder tote]
Man 2: [has finished his chips] This is a really nice town you have here. That's why the corporations are trying to use you to take it down.
Stan: Well... Well what do we do?
Driver: Just hang with us for a bit. We'll fill you in on everything you haven't been told. [Man 2 resumes eating chips]
[Cartman's basement. He's gathered a bunch of hippies in there and one of them pounds the door to get out]
Hippie 2: [wearing a headband] It is time to let us out! I'm sending your names! Open this door right now!
Cartman: [opens the door real quick and tosses another hippie down the stairs] All right, in you go.
Hippie 2: What are you doing, man?!
Hippie 3: [wearing a V-neck sweater] Let us out! [the throng advances up the stairs]
Cartman: Get back. Get back or you're all gonna get maced! [the throng backs down]
Hippie 2: What's up, man?! You can't keep us down here like this!
Hippie 4: [with straight long hair] What's wrong with you?!
Cartman: What's wrong is that there's more of you showing up every day and I need to find out why!
Hippie 5: [wearing a thin headband] What makes you think you could tell us where to live?!
Hippie 6: This is a free country, man!
Cartman: Brah, I'm not gonna argue with you, all right? Just go with it.
Hippie 3: Just go with it? We've been down here for days!
Cartman: And you're gonna be here a little longer, brah, all right? Here, here's some joints [tosses a bunch of joints down to the hippies], and a guitar! [tosses that down as well and shuts the door. He then tocks it and sets a large beam across the door, then walks away. The hippies are left there, coughing. One of them takes the guitar and sings]
Singer: What's goin' on in this world o'mine?
There's a whole lot of killin' in this world o'mine.
Somebody's gotta help this world o'mine...
[Stan's house, at about the same time. He's sitting at the edge of the porch playing a guitar quietly. On his cap he wears a peace sign]
Stan: Sign, sign everywhere. Sign
Done something to my mind.
Sharon: [peeks out through the sliding doors] Stan, sweetie, we're gonna go to the mall. Do you wanna come?
Stan: Mom, the mall is a way for the corporate fatcats to imprison you into a life of servitude. I've got some stuff you should read.
Sharon: Okay, sweetie.
[City Hall, City Council meeting. Mayor McDaniels is seated at the head of a boardroom table, with leading citizens of the town sitting on either side.]
Mayor McDaniels: All right, people, we can move onto issue number 14B.
Chef: [Secretary of Public Safety] Mayor, we have got to do somethin' about all these potholes on our roads!
Linda Stotch: [City Clerk and Treasurer] We don't have it in the budget to fix them right now.
Gerald: [City Attorney] We'll wish we spent the money when we have a lawsuit on our hands.
Chef: We- [a struggle is heard in the hall and the council members turn to see what it is. The door opens and Cartman rushes in, roughed up]
Guard: You can't go in there!
Cartman: Please, I have to talk to you all right now!
Mayor McDaniels: Kid, we're have a city council meeting.
Cartman: Mayor, something very big is happening, and if you all don't give me a moment of your time, there may be no more South Park to council over!
Randy: [Secretary of Parks and Public Grounds] What are you talking about?
Cartman: I'm talking about the end of all life as we know it. [some surprise is seen among the council members] For the past several days I've been... noticing a steep rise in the number of hippies coming to town. [puts a laptop on the table and turns it on] At first I thought maybe it was just a coincidence. [pulls a projector towards the laptop] Then I saw this... [connects the projector to the laptop, and the projector turns on. Everyone then looks at the screen. Cartman goes to it and points a few things out] Three new drum circles have sprouted up here, here, and here. They're all growing in diameter, at a rate of two hippies per hour. What this means... is that the hippies are conglomerating. They'er thriving, if you will. I think that they're setting up for a... [close-up]. hippie music festival.
Linda: A what?
Cartman: Ti's, it's simple science. Look: When hippies start to nest in a new area, it draws other hippies in. With the right weather conditions and topography, it can lead to a music festival. One that last for days, even weeks. Reggae on the River, Woodstock, Burning Man, they will all pale in comparison to what we're looking at now. In my professional opinion... I think we're looking at a full-blown hippie jam festival the size of which we've never seen. [the adults don't get it, Cartman sighs heavily]
Mayor McDaniels: Kid, what the hell are you talking about?
Cartman: I know hippies. I've hated them all my life. I've kept this town free of hippies on my own since I was five and a half. But I can't contain them on my own anymore. We have to do something, fast!
Mr. Mackey: Uh, Eric, we're, we're talkin' about potholes right now, m'kay.
Cartman: It's not potholes you need to worry about. It's potheads. I know what these people are capable of.
Mayor McDaniels: Johnson, get him out of here. [Johnson rises and goes for Cartman]
Cartman: What are you doing?! [Johnson hauls him away] You have to listen to me! You can't sweep this problem under the rug! [he disappears from view, but peeks in one last time] The town is in serious danger! [Johnson returns to close the door]
[A park in town. The college hippies sit at a table... and on it]
Driver: You see, the corporations take their profits and invest it in the war machine while keeping everyone blind.
Stan: Right, so how do we get back at them?
Kyle: Yeah, we're pissed off.
Driver: Well, so my idea was this: Let's have like a weeklong music festival, draw everyone here, and then together, we can tear it all down. [foam appears out of nowhere and covers the hippie driver] Whoa, what the hell?! [Cartman appears]
Cartman: I knew you were trying to have a hippie jam festival! All right, everyone pack up your crap, we're going to our basement!
Kyle: Cartman, what the hell are you doing?!
Cartman: [stops and thinks through what he just heard, then turns around] Oh Jesus, not you guys? [approaches Stan and checks him out] What happened? Were you bit? Did you eat their brownies? DID YOU EAT THEIR BROWNIES?!
Stan: [alarmed] NO!
Cartman: Listen, you're my friends, but if you've been comprimised, I'll have no problem taking you out! I'll expect the same from you. [the hippie that wore the guitar over his shoulder approaches the boys]
Man 1: What is your problem? Get lost, little Eichmann. [Cartman sprays mace on him and he cries out in pain]
Woman 2: Oh my God!
Man 2: What the hell are you doing?! [a police car pulls up in the background and Officer Barbrady steps out of the car. He comes for Eric]
Cartman: Everybody get in a single-file line!
Officer Barbrady: There you are!
Cartman: Ah, Officer Barbrady, you're just in time. These college know-it-all hippies were setting up for a music festival, just as I predicted.
Officer Barbrady: Eric Cartman, you are under arrest.
Cartman: What?
Officer Barbrady: I was just over at your house and freed sixty-three people you had locked in your basement.
Cartman: You let them out?! Jesus, we have to find them!
Officer Barbrady: Oh no, you're coming downtown! [hauls Cartman away to the police cruiser]
Cartman: No! No, we have to stop them! You know how we-?! We gotta stop them! Hebbiaaay! [Barbrady puts him in the passenger seat, then gets into the driver's seat and peels away]
Driver: Who was that?
[South Park Police Dept. Cartman is in jail, confused]
Cartman: What did I do?!
Officer Barbrady: You can't kidnap people and lock them in your basement.
Cartman: They're not people, they're HIPPIES!
Mayor McDaniels.: Is this problem under control?
Officer Barbrady: I handled it, Mayor. Gee whiz.
Cartman: [walks to his cell door] Mayor! Mayor, I confirmed the data! The hippies are going to have a massive jam band concert!
Mayor McDaniels: I know. I signed the permit.
Cartman: [stepe back, stunned] You... You what?
Mayor McDaniels: I signed a permit allowing them to have their concert here. Their little "festival" should pump some money into our economy.
Cartman: They're hippies! They don't HAVE any money! Does the city council know about this?!
Mayor McDaniels: They don't have to know. I can sign whatever permit I want!
Cartman: You just SOLD OUT OUR TOWN! [Cartman snaps] That kid really needs some psychiatric help.
Officer Barbrady: Yeah.
Mayor McDaniels: All right, let's go.
Cartman: [quickly composes himself] How much money is enough, Mayor?! How many people's lives it it all worth?! GODDAMNED HIPPIE!
[Breaking News]
Announcer: This is a South Park News special report! [a crowd scene is shown beside the anchorman]
Anchorman: Thousands of people have descended on South Park for a hippie music jam festival. The event is said to be the largest such gathering in the history of man. [the crowd scene fills the screeen and the MC comes up to the main mic. The stage is set up solidly, with speakers ]
MC: All right, welcome to Hippie Jam Fest 2005! [the crowd raises a cheer] Sooo great to see sooo many people turn out to make an impact on on the world! [more cheering follows]
Stan: Yeah!
Kyle: You said it!
MC: For too long, the corporations have bled the world of its love and resources! It is time for us to get to work and make the world a better place! And we'reg onna start right now. [launches into a jam with his band. The college hippies are in the audience]
Man 1: [coughs] Oh man, I can't wait to see the look on those little Eichmanns' faces when they hear this crunchy groove. [goes back to smoking pot]
[The Marsh house. Sharon and Randy run into each other in the kitchen]
Randy: Sharon, have, have you seen Stan?
Sharon: He went with his friends to that music festival.
Randy: Oh, Jesus, what has gotten into that kid?!
Sharon: Now, Randy, we were the same way once, too. Don't forget that we were both considered hippies back in the '60s.
Randy: Yeah, but when we did it we actually stood for something. I mean, remember Woodstock, Sharon? We actually did something there.
[Flash back to Woodstock, 1969, a crowd scene quite similar to the current one. Randy jumps into view and yells like a barbarian. Sharon jumps into view and they both dance around. Sharon turns and bares her tits and Randy dances so hard he gets dizzy and throws up.]
Sharon: You ate too much acid, man! [she resumes dancing and slips onto the vomit, face up. Randy pounces on her and starts banging her, sort of. They still have their clothes on.]
[Flash forward to the present. They consider how such activity would be seen these days...]
Sharon: ...Oh my God. Our son is with those people.
Randy: [panics] S-stan. STAAAN!
[Breaking News]
Announcer: This is South Park News!
Anchorman: Fear and horror in South Park today as the music festival continues to grow. [live footage is shown] They're arriving in droves and apparently no end is in sight.
Reporter: Tom, the crowd just keeps getting bigger and the town is literally bursting at the seams. We don't know where this music festival came from, but, it's very close to consuming us all.
[Butters' house. Linda and Steven hug each other before the TV as they watch the news brief.]
Linda: Steven, what do we do?
[Kyle's house. Music is heard outside. Gerald opens the door and looks out to see hippies milling on his front lawn, and screams. A view from a long distance shows just how big the crowd has gotten, then another shot shows the heart of the festival. Randy is seen looking for his son]
Randy: [frantic] Stan?! Stan?! I need to get through, please! [Jimbo approaches him]
Jimbo: [restrains Randy] Randy! Randy, you've got to get out of here! If they just trample this park, we'll be trapped! It's too dangerous!
Randy: My son is in there! Duh-uh! [breaks away from Jimbo and disappears among the hippies. He raches a clearing] Stan?! [the marijuana smoke is too much for him. He coughs harshly] Stan! Stan!
Male hippie: Heey, chill man. It's all good.
Female hippie: Have some water laced with acid.
Randy: Sta-ogh. Ugh! [he falls to the ground gagging, then gets into a fetal position and passes out]
[City Hall. The Mayor looks at the festival from her office window.]
Mayor McDaniels: What have I done?
MC: Yeah, South Park is now the hippie capital of the world! [a loud cheer rises from the crowd. The Mayor raises her right arm. In her hand is gun. She points it at her temple. the camera moves to the right, the gun goes off, and bits of brain, skull, and blood hit the wall to the right. Her body is heard dropping to the floor]
[South Park Police Department. Cartman relaxes in his cell, having nothing to do. He senses he's not alone and looks towards the cell door. The town's adults are on the other side.]
Mr. Mackey: Uh huh hi Eric, uh, how's it goin'?
Cartman: [gets off his bed] Great, I love crapping in a toilet with no rim on it.
Randy: Eric, you were right. About the hippies. Could you... get rid of them for us now?
Cartman: [angered] Let me guess: they've started a hippie jam band music festival.

 

Sheila: We we need to take care of them, Eric! They're out of control!
Cartman: [a bit resentful] Forget it. [turns his back on them and walks back to his bed]
Randy: Please. Some of our kids are in there. We should've listened to you earlier.
Chef: Yeah. We apologise.
Gerald: Please. Don't let them ruin our town.
Cartman: It's too late! Even if I did agree to help, there's too many of them now!
Mr. Mackey: We know you can do it, Eric. You're smart. Wha- why you're the smartest kid in school, m'kay?
Randy: We're just asking you to try. The whole town even got together and, and baked you a cake. [Sheila presents a cake, and Randy helps out. The cake sayd Eric on it]
Cartman: [turns away again] Don't think that you can buy me with presents! ...Unless of course it's the new Tonka radio-controlled play bulldozer.
Randy: [thinks a moment] It's yours.
Cartman: I want the batteries for it too. And I get to drive it around in the school parking lot.
Principal Victoria: Fine.
Jimbo: Anything else?
Cartman: Yes. [turns around] Kyle doesn't get to have one! Ever! And he has to watch me drive mine around the school parking lot and get super-jealous!
Sheila: Well, we can promise not to buy one for Kyle, but we we can't make him watch you play th- [Rand nudges her hard] Oh yes! Fine! We'll force Kyle to watch you.
Cartman: All right, fine. But now listen up and listen good! I've never tried to get rid of this many hippies before, so I'm gonna need every resource this town has! And even if I don't succeed, and it's a million-to-one shot that I will, I still get the Tonka radio-controlled bulldozer and get to play with it in the school parking lot where Kyle has to watch me and get super-jealous because he doesn't have one! Are we clear?! [The adults just look back at him]
[The music festival, day 6. The crowd has grown so big the camera has to pull back a loooong way to get it all into view. The boys are again present with the college hippies. The band is playing reggae music.]
Driver: Wow, this band is so crunchy. Dude, I need more weed.
Stan: So it seems like we have enough people now. When do we start taking down the corporations?
Man 1: [take a deep drag from his joint] Yeah man, the corporations. Right now they're raping the world for money!
Kyle: Yeah, so, where are they. Let's go get 'em.
Man 2: Right now we're proving we don't need corporations. We don't need money. This can become a commune where everyone just helps each other.
Man 1: Yeah, we'll have one guy who like, who like, makes bread. A-and one guy who like, l-looks out for other people's safety.
Stan: You mean like a baker and a cop?
Man 2: No no, can't you imagine a place where people live together and like, provide services for each other in exchange for their services?
Kyle: Yeah, it's called a town.
Driver: You kids just haven't been to college yet. But just you wait, this thing is about to get HUGE.
[Park County Community Center, night. Cartman and the adults are meeting there. Cartman stands next to an easel with various pictures on a tabloid-size book]
Cartman: All right, everyone listen up! The hippie jam band festival is now fourteen miles in diameter and five hundred thousand hippies thick.
Randy: [closes his eyes] My God...
Cartman: In less than three days, all of South Park will be completely consumed. My only hope is to fight our way to the center of the crowd, and reach the heart, here. [points to the stage] If we can reach the stage, we can upload this Slayer CD into their music system. [shows off a CD-R of Slayer music] Hippies can't stand death metal. If everything works, they should disperse just before they consume us all.
Jimbo: Nice plan, kid, except there's one giant flaw. That hippie crowd is massive! How the hell are we supposed to get through it and reach the stage?
Cartman: We drill. [flips the page and a blueprint appears.] I've designed a vehicle that can bore its way through even the densest hippie crowd. They pilots inside will be safe from the pot smoke and the crappy music outside.
Steven: Yuh... actually suggesting that somebody drives right into the heart of that mob?? It's a suicide mission!
Cartman: Not just somebody. I need a complete team to operate this vehicle. Along with me I'm gonna need a scientest, an engineer, and of course, a black person who can sacrifice himself in case something goes wrong.
Randy: I'm the... only scientist in town.
Linda: I'm your engineer.
Steven: Honey, no!
Linda: I have to do it, Steven.
Cartman: All right, then we just need a black person who can sacrifice himself in case something goes wrong. [he looks around, panning by Chef once] Lessee, anyone would do, anyone who meets the qualifications, let's see... [his gaze passes Chef again] Oh, I know. How about- [his gaze falls upon Chef and stays there]
Chef: Yeah, yeah! I get it! Fine!
Steven: I I can't believe we're actually listening to this. This is a crazy plan!
Randy: You got a better ides, Steven?! Damnit, my son is in there!
Cartman: There's no more time for ideas! We have to have this vehicle up and operational in less than three days! Look, it's a long shot! But it's also the only shot we- [his face is distorted. Moments later he sneezes and his face is normal again.] got.
[The music festival, day 6. The camera pans across the site and stops where the townsfolk stand around the vehicle]
[New report]
Reporter: Tom, I'm standing in South Park, Colorado, where a desparate attempt to save the town is underway. Some call it a suicide mission, but the heroic men and women of the hippie digger may be our only hope of survival. [Cartman's team enters through the doors of Bay 2]
Ramdu: Well I... guess this is it, Sharon.
Sharon: Please, save our boy, Randy.
Linda: Butters, if anything happens to Mommy, I, I want you to be a good boy.
Butters: Ah I will, Mom.
Chef: [with two ladies crying on his shoulders] Now, now, don't cry, ladies. Everything's gonna be fine.
Cartman: I... don't want you to worry about me, Clyde Frog. [his plush toy sits on a chair] Hey! You're the best stuffed animal I've ever had. [smiles, wipes a tear from his eye, and joins the rest of the crew into the hippie digger. They turn to wave at the townsfolk, who cheer and wave back. Some people take pictures]
Sheila: Look out for yourselves!
Mrs. Garrison: Godspeed! [the crew finally enters the digger and closes the door]
[Inside the digger]
Cartman: Primary engine running?
Randy: Check.
Cartman: Navigation systems?
Linda: Online
Cartman: Let's punch this baby. [the digger rolls off its platform] We're coming up on the outer perimeter of the hippies. Hang on. [the digger lunges into the crowd, tossing hippies left and right, maybe killing a few in the process. Inside, the crew is jostled about] Reaching hippie crowd. Hull status?
Randy: Vehicle shell holding! [the digger continues clearing a path towards the stage]
[A command center nearby. Townsfolk mill around inside]
Jimbo: They're in!
Townsfolk: All right! All right, yeah! We did it!
Mayor McDaniels: [appears with a bandage around her head] All right, people, let's save it! [blood stains are seen on the bandage over both temples. The suicide attempt failed] They still have a long way to go!
[The music festival. The boys are in front of the stage sitting on throw rugs. They're bored.]
Stan: All right, I can't take it anymore! I'm getting on that stage!
Kyle: You're doing what?
Guard: [an old hippie] Hey, you can't go up there. Hoohoo, woo! [smokes his joint. The digger lurches on. A long shot shows the path the digger is taking]
[Inside the digger]
Cartman: Switching to secondary fuel line. [warning lights begin to flash and warning sounds are heard] What's that?
Randy: The drill is getting too hot from all the hippies. [the digger stalls and dies]
[The command center nearby. Townsfolk mill around inside]
Mayor McDaniels: What's happened?
Mr. Mackey: They, they s- they stopped. Somethin's wrong.
Steven: Jesus... they're dead in the water. [no motion from the digger.]
[The music festival. The digger is dead. Stan approaches the mic]
Stan: Uh, excuse me. Excuse me, can I have your attention please? What are we doing? [the crowd quiets down] It's been nine days! Doesn't it seem like we should accomplish something?
A hippie: We're using the power of rock and roll to change the world! Woo! [the crowd cheers]
Stan: Maybe instead of complaining about corporations being selfish, we should lookt at ourselves. I mean, is there anything more selfish than doing nothing but getting high and listening to music all day long?
Singer: He's right. It's time for all of us to focus our energy and get this hippie jam into full swing. [the band starts up again. They missed his point entirely. Stan just turns right and walks away]
[Inside the digger, the crew tries to start it up again.]
Cartman: Come on, come on!
Linda: It's useless. The main power line has been shut down.
Randy: Somebody's gonna have to go outside and activate the backup boosters.
Cartman: No, Chef, I'm not gonna let you go out there!
Chef: ...I didn't volunteer!
Cartman: ...All right, fine Chef, go!
Chef: ...Aw damnit! [rises from his seat and opens the digger door, facing an atmosphere think with marijuana smoke. He climbs down, coughing pretty hard]
[The command center nearby. The Mayor takes command]
Mayor McDaniels: That's it. We're going to Plan B. Nuke the crowd!
Steven: Goddamnit no! Y-you have to give them more time!
[The music festival. Chef makes his way through the crowd to the booster switch and turns it on. The digger revs up and zooms towards the stage. Kyle seems to be saying something, but what it is we don't hear.]
Stan: Dude, these people have no idea what's going on. Let's get out of here.
Kyle: We can't. Kenny just checked. There's a wall of people like seven miles thick behind us.
Stan: What?? You mean, we're stuck here listening to this crap? [the stage is shown. All of a sudden the digger smashes into it, stopping the festival in its tracks. The crowd looks towards the stage]
Man 2: Hey, what happened to the tunes, man?
Man 1: More tunes. More tunes! [the digger's door opens and the crew steps out]
Linda: We made it, We made it!
Cartman: Hit the PA system NOW! [the crew goes over to it] Put me in the main line! [Randy turns and shoves an unconscious man at the controls off and gathers some cords]
Randy: Which cord is it?
Cartman: You're the scientist, jackass!
Randy: I'm a geologist!
Linda: We don't have time to argue! They're gonna nuke us!
Randy: Nyugh!
Cartman: Put them in my laptop! [Randy connects one of the cords to the laptop. Cartman selects a song from the Slayer CD he put in the CD-ROM drive: "Raining Blood" He clicks "Play" and the song blasts forth from the stage speakers. The crowd listens for a while, then begins to disperse.]
A hippie: Oh man, not cool.
Hippie 3: [covers his hears and walks off] This music is so angry.
Man 2: This is killing my buzz.
Man 1: Let's bail on this whole angry scene. [the college hippies move off]
Randy: It's working!
Linda: What?
Randy: It's, it's working!
[The command center.]
Mrs. Garrison: We did it! We did it! [the townsfolk cheer and hug each other]
[The music festival. Stan sees his father]
Stan: Dad!
Randy: Stan! [they run up to each other and hug. Nearby, Chef comes to and sits up]
Chef: I'm alive! [Kyle walks around aimlessly, but Cartman spots him]
Cartman: Hold it right there, Kyle! [Cartman has a small dagger in its sheath. He pulls it out]
Kyle: Whoa, Cartman. We aren't gonna be hippies anymore. Y-you don't have to kill us.
Cartman: Kill you? Oh no. I have much bigger plans for you now.
[South Park Elementary's parking lot. Kyle sits on the curb watching Cartman play with his Tonka radio-controlled play bulldozer. Cartman has the scoop haul some rocks from one pile to another]
Cartman: Hoho! Aw man, this is awesome! Weeeee! [offers the remote control] Oh here, Kyle, you wanna play with it a little while. [Kyle rises and takes a few steps, but Cartman withdraws the offer] Oh, psych! You don't get to! Hehe. Oh, check it out! Cooool!
[End of Die Hippie, Die.]

 

Gotdamn hippays! Don't question my authoritay!

 

HAHA I can't believe I read the whole thing.
Thanks for the chuckles.

 

Lord knows I've already got more to do than I have time for! But this is definately a do-able thing if enough of the right folks would pick up the ball and get it rollin'. So I'll just throw out as much as I know, and some of our own experience, and perhaps the ball will keep bouncing.

I think that the best plan would be to divide up into areas of the US. East, West, and Mid. A focalizer for each area would be necessary. Someone who is willing to sort out all the info for each area, and help with spreading the word/advertising on a larger scale.

Now, if you're someone who wants to dig in to this idea locally, the first thing to do is get on the 'puter, like we already are, and do some research, put the message out there in as many directions as possible. Find hippy sites, peace/anti war sites, musicians forums, etc. Whatever you can think of. Post the idea, spread the word far and wide. People need to be able to recruit others to help, 'cause it all takes alot of work and time and planning. No matter what you are trying to put together, you need a website, and someone to keep on top of it. Now if we're talking about holding free peace concerts all over the country, (stationary ones, not travelling ones) the first thing you need to do is find someone hip who has a farm or enough acerage and water to accomodate a LARGE group of people, and is willing to deal with having the thing on their place. Now multiply that by as many as possible, so there are peace concerts goin' on in various states all summer long. Each place has to have a good electric system for the bands, and at least a place with a roof over it to set up the sound system in case of rain, lots of camping and parking area. We have our own sound system, so whoever hosts these gatherings would either need to have one, or have connections for using one.
Now here's what we do. Starting in JANUARY/FEBRUARY we get the websites updated. By March we are posting all over this areas' musicians forums looking for bands etc. who would be interested in donating time to the cause. You'd be amazed at the numbers who want to participate! Last summer we had GREAT bands from as far away as DC and Philly. We've also found wonderful musicians at open mikes... We put up fliers too, in search of entertainment, at music stores and places that host open mikes. We design and print all our own fliers, and have friends who have access to a copy machine, so aside from the cost of ink and paper, this is a very inexpensive endevor. Recruit, recruit, recruit. The more folks get in on helping find musicians, etc., the easier it is. Set a deadline for musicians to contact you, and send you demos. Choose the musicians CAREFULLY. In order to have the right atmosphere, the music you choose is critical.
So, once you have picked the bands, etc. that you think will be good, contact them, give them a deadline for giving you the final thumbs up or down, and make that deadline give you plenty of time to get the event advertised. Again, we make our own fliers, putting the band names on them who will be playing. The fliers look like the old 60's style concert posters. Attention to details like this is important. Helps keep the "vibe" right. We distribute fliers at music stores, head shops, food coops, etc. We give PILES of fliers to people we know who get particularly alot of visitors... We have friends in various other towns that we send them to, and THEY help distribute the fliers in their areas. The e-mail version of the fliers is printable and the word just keeps passing on down the line...


We have found that if ya want publicity, it's best alot of times to write your own press and send it in to your local news, local websites, entertainment papers, etc. And as far as paid advertising goes, alot of times you can get REAL SWEET DEALS because it is a FREE event. Connections in the local media industry are even more helpful. And again, local, area, or state musicians and hip forums are a GREAT place to post events.
We happily take donations, but we save up $ for this thing all year. It's our vacation money. We'd spend it anyhow if we went somewhere for a vacation, but instead put most of it into advertising and some food to get things started. We get to have the GREATEST time, and never have to leave the farm!

We have put lots of energy into bringing Rainbow Family into this mix. People who are used to traveling, working on a voluntary basis setting up kitchens, sweat lodges, hauling firewood, water, etc. Their understanding of "how to" is great, and we could not do this without their help so efficiently. We had Rainbow parking crew, Rainbow "hippy police" for security, a couple of Rainbow kitchens serving hot meals and tea, and an abundance of love and kindness. Many locals said they'd never seen anything like it and they LOVED it! They were so turned onto the whole vibe. And THAT is what it's all about, is turning people on to something beautiful.

So you see, things like this can be put together on a local level with mostly hard work and determination (I get minimal help with organization). So, imagine these events going on all over the country all summer long. The focalizers get a list of all the events planned for their region, and post on THEIR websites. With enough energy going into the media, all the way down to word of mouth, you reach alot of people, and the more people decide to check it out, the more folks get turned on, and then you get more word of mouth, and, well, ya never know. This gathering we have has gotten bigger each year, and we are pretty isolated. If we were a much larger "cog in the wheel" we could bring even more peace/love/brotherhood to the masses. Some of them just need a taste and they're hooked.

Then there is my idea for a traveling "peace concert". Same basic concept, but instead of folks having to travel to your festival, you take it on the road and have a touring peace and music fest. It would take alot of heavy planning and connections (probably find most of them on these forums!),but a group of bands and musicians could set up a tour, holding "peace concerts" all over the US, taking the message to the people. Perhaps hooking up with something like Sheehan's "camp Casey" or other travelling peace group would be a possibility.

I am actually in process of convincing the other half that we could pull this off ourselves, probably by 2007, with a group of other musicians. I could see a thing like this grow huge as time went on. Play every weekend somewhere new. Play two nights and have an open mike on the third nite. That's where you get new musicians to join in the tour. Sounds like the worlds sweetest snowball to me.

Our largest need is finding good SPEAKERS. People who can move the masses with their energy onstage. Bringing the words of peace and brotherhood to the world. In our experience, that the hardest thing to find is someone accomplished in the art of peacable verbal communication onstage.

OK, so I've damn near written a how to manual on this. If anybody out there likes the idea, pass this on. That's how it all gets started and works. Keep passin' it on until someone or some hundred decide to DO. And then keep us all in communication, so we can PULL THIS OFF on a large scale and connect the dots.
Imagine turning on CNN and hearing about the wave of peace festivals and peace concerts sweeping the nation... Not unthinkable. Not un-do-able.

 

preeeciate it earth_mother! As you are aware I've got a little ball rolling along. This information will be very helpful. I look forward to utilizing the music festival idea to promote HELP and other efforts, groups, strategies, and individuals dedicated to those things we are passionate about.

Wow, I see there is room for creative license here. I would like to dedicate this poem I wrote to you folks here on this board as my way of saying, thanks for helping me to...

Rise Up

Seems like these days the clouds been hangin low. I'm surrounded by the fog of opressive information that chokes the place where hope and faith should grow. Corporate scandal, terroism, war, more and more missing children and taxes taxing my every sense till I can't see my face, can't get back to the place where I was innocent. My flesh has become like scales. Cold, hard, non-permeable. My emotion is locked inside the steel trap of my mind. No I can't bear to bear the pain because the pain is just to great. The walls I've built are just to high, the door is locked the shades are drawn. I've created a fortress that seems inpenatrable.

I've been hiding out inside. I've been scarred and lonely. I've been shrinking back from life wishing it was over. I've been so tired, don't want to try to get it up again. Don't want no one to love me. No wife, no children, no family no friends. No church, no God, doctor or medication. Don't want nothing to hold me or to keep me from going insane! But hold on... not today. Because I'm gonna RISE UP! I'm gonna break these chains of depression that tried to drag me off to hell. Oh no not today, cause I'm gonna RISE UP! I'm not gonna take it. I'm gonna shake it off and break me off a little piece of sunshine for myself.

I'm gonna step out of the darkness into the light of day. Knock downs the walls, unlock the doors and throw open the shades. Yeah I'm gonna break all the windows to let the silence out, let the fresh air in. Then I'll climb up on the roof, spread my arms raise my voice and shout, "Hey world look at me! I'm alive again!" That's right baby I'm alive. I breathe standing here and I ain't going nowhere. There is a reason I made it through the nightmare of the way the system has a way of kicking me when I'm down. Adding insult to injury, crushing me, starving me, claiming righteousness while smashing my dreams and stealing my breath. Then they tried to leave me there dead and dying like some rotten piece of carrion!

But Oh no, not today. Oh my my my, I'm gonna break that curse, spread my wings and RISE UP from the pit, fly high above the cesspool of stinking social standards that say because I'm different I don't belong. Well I do, and I'm strong! I don't have to think and act and feel the same. Don't have to dress and look and be the same. I don't have to be bound to playing the game by rules that have beem set against me. No my friend, not today. I'm not gonna die and I'm not gonna hide today. I'm gonna RISE UP and ride the wave of resurrection pulsing through my veins bringing life to my limbs. Bringing life to my pen and words that that bring attention to the depression that I've been keeping locked in. And if you know how I feel or you feel what I say, then know that I stand here now to offer you a hand.

Go ahead, reach out and we will RISE UP together again.

 

cooloner, Hey dude, I think it's time we try to find a peaceful way to co-exist here without distrupting things for everyone else. I'm willing to step up.

As I recall, the first post of yours that I replied to was in response to something I had never heard of you called Anarchic Harmony which you proposed as a solution to the ills of society. I disagreed with the concept as a realistic solution, and I did so based on the only information I had to define your concept with, the words themselves. Aside from disagreeing with you, I don't think I said anything blatantly offensive. I simply expressed my opinion, and brother it was on! I must say that I was surprised and put off by your immediate, vehement, vulgar and continued personal attack on my character. I confess, I did snap back with a few remarks of my own and helped to perpetuate the war of the words.

I'm often told that I come on to strong and/or seem arrogant, especially in new situations. It's usaully people who are a lot like me who telll me that. I probably could have made a more timid entrance into this thread. And I will admit, as a new member it would have been more polite and respectful of me to have not opposed anybody's ideas right off the bat. I can understand how that offended you, and I hope you will accept my apology, as well as anyone else who I may have slighted.

You stated in one post that you had some prison buddies. If you don't mind me asking, have you done time yourself? Your agressive attitude and some of your expressions sound like jail house jive to me. I may have already told you, but I have served a little time myself. Nothing major, but I don't back down easily. It wasn't prison that made me that way though, it was the life I lived before then. I had heart when I got there. I can tell that you have a large amount of heart yourself, and that is a quality I respect. I look forward to getting to know your lighter side.

We aren't on the yard anymore brother, so even though we might disagree on some issues, we don't have stick eachother because of it.

Peace

 

If ya can't dream it and ya can't believe it, and ya can always find an excuse why it can't happen, then it never will. Fuck "can't"!

If you can bring the light to one person who didn't see it before, it was all worth it.

In my experience, you can bring light to HUNDREDS at a time using this concept. Not interested in trying to change the govt. propaganda machine, only in helping individuals to find a new path. The more folks who follow the light, the less folks'll listen to the government crap.

No, not kidding, it works. Negativity will get you noplace...

 

we have the power to manifest whatever we disire, if we do it in unity we will prevail. If we are strong in our beliefs we can do it individualy. In masses we can bring it on more strongly. I dig ya earthmother, can't dont getcha ya down the road.
Brightest Blessings
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ohh..BTW Cooloner if you think earthrmother stupid, throw me in there with her, and don't let the door hit you in the donkey on the way out.

 

Every where is freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies;
Tell me where is sanity?
Tax the rich, feed the poor, till there are no rich no more.
I'd love to change the world - but I don't know what to do,
So I'll leave it up to you.

Population - keeps on breeding, nation bleeding,
Still more feeding economy.
Life is funny, skies are sunny, bees make honey,
Who needs money? Monopoly!
I'd love to change the world - but I don't know what to do,
So I'll leave it up to you....Oh yeah,

World polution, there's no solution, institution, electrocution,
Just black and white, rich or poor, them and us,
We'll stop the war!
I'd love to change the world - but I don't know what to do,
So I'll leave it up to you....and Good Luck!

 

Actually, I thought you were voided37 and changed your user name. Your emails and replies have had a similar tone.

I don't think I made those two statements in the same post; however, it's not that I think morals and ethics don't exist, but that many have been perverted, or replaced with those I don't embrace.

I've never lived in another country, but I would probably choose Canada or Australia if I ever decide to relocate. Without the first hand experience of living in another country though, it is impossible to accurately judge another system against America's. The only thing I have to base my opinion on is my knowledge of history and information I receive through other sources. No, I don't believe everything I hear. But based on the information I have acquired over 45 years, I think I would be hard pressed to find another country that offered as much freedom, opportunity and security America offers. And that is despite what I consider to be at fault.

I think that to say America is the most corrupt country in the world is simply naive. The greatest country? I guess that depends on your definition of great. In spite of all the things we consider to be wrong about this country, we have the same choice here as we would anywhere. Work for change or leave. In America, at least we do have the freedom, resources and abilities to work for change that many countries do not. Reform is possible and happens all the time. Think America is bad? Well, consider the condition of the government and societies of numerous other countries of the world and what it would be like to live in some of those places.

And finally, if America were not the most powerful country in the world, another country would be. That country would assert their own form of global influence in order to maintain their position. They would propogate their own ideologies, social mores, religion and form of goverment. While a different system may be better, it could be much worse.

 

Huh. I never thought voided and cooloner were the same guy at all. FAR different headspace and vibe...

Hey cool... I know its alot easier to be shitty online than in person when ya have your anonymity and all, at least for some of us it is, so I think you can be forgiven. But I fail to see why ya have the need to be so arguementative. I know, it can be a hoot for a while, especially when other folks take the bait. But it is sort of counterproductive to the flow of conversation. Don't worry, nobody thinks you're an idiot, just a bit misguided maybe?

Take a deep breath and count to 10. Now give everybody a big hug. There ain't that better?

 

P.S.
Ya don't make much sense when ya get grumpy either....

 

I should have never started reading this thread. It blows me away. There are so many good-intentioned ideas - GREAT IDEAS - being thrown around here. CONCERTS FOR PEACE ALL AROUND THE COUNTRY! What a gas! But, can you make it happen?

Can you do something that will attract the attention of the whole country? Do you have a "hook?" What's different about your concerts that will force the country to take notice?

When I'm working (which I should be doing right now instead of reading this) I know that I will never be able to write something new because it's all been said before. So, should I stop writing? I look for an angle, for a way to send the reader on a mind trip in a way he's never travelled before.

"EARTHMOTHER" As a musician and an artist you must realize that you are not the first to have this beautiful dream. Do you have a promotor? You say you spend your "vacation money" to set up the concerts. Wouldn't it be great to get some financial backers? Do you know anyone who is good at fund-raising? If you have kids in school a good place to start your search for your "peace-concert-army" is the room moms and parents involved in raising money for the school. Do you think they might be concerned about the future we are building for our kids right now? What Mom doesn't want her kids to live in a safe and secure world full of peace and love.

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! If you don't know that with every fiber of your existance you have totally missed the boat. But fear not, we're coming back for you and this time you'd better be ready. We'll be leaving all the fools behind, not by our choice but by the fools insistance.

Doubt that one person can change the world? Read your history books.

Adolph Hitler - one crazy guy with power - he definately changed the world. Any Jewish brothers and sisters will know that he changed their worlds forever. From the broken limbs of their family trees are the dead bodies of grandparents and great grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters. These were men, women and children who were brutally tortured, exterminated and all the little people, the Germans....smiling and shaking their little heads, raising their hands in praise of their great leader.

Could it happen here. Fuck.....I think it already has and he's riding high on his horse in Washington (or maybe he's on vacation again, who knows?). And here we are....all the little people...smiling and shaking our little heads. Oh, what can I do? I'm just one person? I can't change anything. WAKE UP! Election time is coming.

IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE WHO REALLY WANTS TO CHANGE? I've read alot of bantering back and forth, great thoughts, emotional outbursts, but are there any more EARTHMOTHER-types out there who are willing to actually put up some action instead of just a big wind?

OKAY, HIPPIES AND NON-HIPPIES, TOO......HERE'S A QUESTION FOR US ALL......WHO IS THE BEST CANDIDATE FOR THE NEXT PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION. If we want to change anything...we have to have a plan. We have to have some leaders. Any suggestions?

 

"We all struggle to transcend the cruelties and the follies of mankind. That struggle will not be won by standing aloof and pointing a finger; it will be won by action, by men and women who commit their every resource of mind and body to the education and improvement and help of their fellow man." - Robert F. Kennedy Sr.

"This is Armageddon; it's the final battle. It's a battle that pits the forces of ignorance and greed against our children and the vast majority of human beings who want dignified, enriching, sustainable communities. Riverkeepers are the front line soldiers in the battle to secure our children's futures. We elbow our way into the courtrooms and into those back hallways of capital hill, where the big shots are divvying up the public trust, and we say: 'We demand an accounting. We want to know what you are doing with the things that don't belong to you- with the things that belong to our children." - Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

http://www.blackwarriorriver.org/kennedy.htm

 

Earthmother is involved with GoodStock Peace Fest 2007 and has made great contributions to helping Manifest it and will be performing there also.. She and her 'family' are part of what made things happen back in the day. You can disagree with her, but I will not have any one attacking her personally in The Garden.
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