DUmmie FUnnies 03-14-05 ("Where did the hippies go? Billy Jack in Hiding?")

DUmmie FUnnies ^ | March 14, 2005 | DUmmies, Billy Jack, and PJ-Comix

[PJ-Comix]

I have been saying for a long time that if you want to see a good example of the mentality of the DUmmies then just take a look at the “kids” at the Billy Jack School.” Remember those chip-on-the-shoulder kids from the Billy Jack movies? They were politicized hippie type kids who learned NOTHING practical at the Billy Jack School. Instead they were given lessons on performing Improv theater and on how to hate the evil corporate bosses as epitomized by Mr. Posner. Of course, this was just a movie and most of us have moved beyond it but NOT the DUmmies as you can see in this THREAD titled, “Where did the hippies go? Billy Jack in Hiding?” The DUmmie Billy Jack school kids rantings with that closed fist ala the end of Billy Jack are in Bolshevik Red while the commentary of your humble correspondent, wearing a black Billy Jack hat, is in the [brackets]:

Where did the hippies go? Billy Jack in Hiding? The music? And confession Is this what we have become, an 'undergound' website where the avg american does not see the message?

[Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley folk below
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own.]

In the 60's and 70's we had a cause, the people - black, white, Indian (ala Billy Jack in an odd way and others) - it was about Americans the people, not America the business.

[Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after who...
One tin soldier rides away.]

Where did my hippies go? Those wild and crazy people who touted free love, rode buses, made music and movies, those people who still today make us pause when we think of the era.

[So, the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers, we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there"]

Our leadership was not the DLC or Dean or Kerry, it was the wild eyed and tye dyed people. It was the people who challenged our sterotypes, it was the people who banded together to put the brakes down on a corrupt government. We had a cause outside of 'the man' in power (though that was one thing, and I still remember songs about that). It was about principle, freedom, love.

[Now, the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses, draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain people
So, they won their just reward
Now, they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turn the stone and looks beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.]

I am tired of bush bashing myself, I think the government as a whole has taken a crappy direction - bush or not. Someday soon we will gather again as a people and fight the power. I am not sure what the catalyst will finally be that gets us together, but I hope we do it soon. Each day new laws get passed, more power passes from us to them, and our rights get drained. I am a leader at work - but like many others in this world now I try to balance family, work, bills, life in general and fear of how our government might destroy those who oppose it. Where did all our hippie leaders go, and how do we get them back?

[Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after who...
One tin soldier rides away.]

Funny you should mention fighting the power. My husband and I were just talking about that this afternoon, that the way things are going, a real revolution may be the only thing to save us. I was one of those hippies you were talking about, but like so many others I got caught up in settling down, raising a family, taking care of our immediate needs, and not paying much attention to our country's downward spiral. Now that I've reawakened (this past election robbery is what really did it for me, although I have been deeply suspicious since 9/11), I'm just so angry and frustrated. It feels so much like our hands are tied and that even when we send people to Washington who we think are going to work for us, they get corrupted and they vote against our best interests time and time again. I don't know what the answer is, but I think at some point if we're going to save ourselves, it's going to have to get really ugly. Revolutions happen in other places...maybe it's time for one here.

[Bernard, I want you to know... that I try. When Jean and the kids at the school tell me that I'm supposed to control my violent temper, and be passive and nonviolent like they are, I try. I really try. Though when I see this girl... of such a beautiful spirit... so degraded... and this boy... that I love... sprawled out by this big ape here... and this little girl, who is so special to us we call her "God's little gift of sunshine"... and I think of the number of years that she's going to have to carry in her memory... the savagery of this idiotic moment of yours... I just go BERSERK!]

Back before Reagan created a permanent homeless class, there were a group of vagabond types who begged on the streets and crashed with other hippies in "crash pads". Some worked and some got money from home. Others did crafts and tried to survive on that, but there was always a place one could sleep at at the end of the day and a place where free food was distributed. There were communes and there was an infrastructure that made this possible like free clinics and other ways to get basic health care if it was needed. Most of it is gone and what is left, the neocons are trying to destroy.

[He's still in the rapture of the vision. A great Indian holy man, Wovoka, is speaking through him.]

How did the hippies turn into the yuppies? How many "hippies" were along for the party and cuz its what everyone was doing, and dropped the "values" when fashions changed? How many old hippies are driving around in black windowed SUV's with magnetized Chinese plastic yellow ribbons on the back? Corporations bought your hippie dreams and sold em back plastic wrapped and Clearchanneled.

[Martin, do you know what mental toughness is? Well, mental toughness is the ability to accept the fact that you're human and that you're going to make mistakes - lots of 'em - all your life. And some of them are gonna hurt people that you love very badly. But you have the guts to accept the fact that you ain't perfect. And you don't let your mistakes crush you and keep you from doing the very best that you can.]

I don't watch TV, I try to shop only at family run businesses (I work in one myself and have for the past 27 years) and I drive a beat up old pick up truck with the paint peeling off. I can not STAND the sight of (looks like an ass-hole to me) *, am horrified at the deception hiding the death and destruction of so many for so few and I am absolutely heartbroken at what the elite criminal class has done and is continuing to do to the working class of this country. I still maintain that reality is a social construct and, therefore, can be changed. However, clearly we of the 60s vastly underestimated the ruthlessness of the structures of power behind the ongoing theatre of politic. That doesn't mean we were wrong. Did some of us give up? Hell yes. Were some of us only in it for the 'cool factor'. Of course--what do you expect? We were the most pampered darlings on the planet and we were handed the world on a platter. The amazing thing is that so many of us so quickly caught on to the fact that most of what we were taught about how great our country was, how noble and honerable, was nothing but a LIE. We actually SAW that--saw that it was a potential but not an actuality--and began to try to figure out how the hell you change it from the inside out. We're still working on it! And a lot has changed. Hey, we're here. We're having this discussion as a result of technology 'we' invented and the world is still more insane and out of balance than it ever was. One thing is for sure. The powers that be learned from their mistakes. They'll NEVER again report what is ACTUALLY going on in the cultural scene in a way that makes real revolution even remotely fasionable. I marched with 100,000 people before the Iraq war even started and the media coverage was almost NILL. That didn't happen in the sixties. They've learned that for the masses, if it isn't presented by the CON (corporate owned media) then it is AS IF IT DOES NOT EXIST. That is where we are now--down the rabbit hole and through the looking glass. There is enough energy and talent in the country to have a REAL revolution, but it will NOT be televised. Meanwhile there is a giant farting pink elephant in the White House masquerading as president.

[I'm gonna take this right foot, and I'm gonna whop you on that side of your face...and you wanna know something? There's not a damn thing you're gonna be able to do about it.]

We in the SDS did not find the colorful Countercultural people to be of much use in our efforts to change the political and social structure of our society. Doing this long term demanded a lot of discipline and mental rigor, not qualities the "hippies" were long on. But now and then we could get enough of them to rally for progressive causes to make some impact.

[So easy for you to die dramatically! It's a hell of a lot tougher for those of us who have to keep on trying!]

funny . . . I've been wondering lately whatever happened to . . .Sam Brown, the mega-organizer of the 60s and 70s . . . anyone know? . . .

[Not "dead", their brains blown out! Because YOUR people wouldn't even put the same controls on their guns as they do on their dogs, their bicycles, their cats, and their automobiles.]

Phish called it quits. The hippies are in mourning. Or, at least, I am.

[By going on the mountain and being bitten by the snake over and over. Then he passes into unconsciousness for the last time. And if he lives, he has a vision. And in this vision, he finds out what his life's mission will be and who the spirit will be to guide him on this mission.]

[Charles Henrickson]

ONE DIM DUMMIE

In the basement of his parents
Lives a DUmmie underground--
He is only there these decades
Till he can get settled down.
In his basement inner sanctum,
Buried deep beneath the pants,
Is his coffee-stained computer
Where he posts his hate-filled rants.

Go ahead and hate Repukesters,
Go ahead and reprehend,
Do it in a name that's hidden,
You can multiply it when you send.
There won't be any FReepers watching,
Laughing all the way,
On the DUmmie FUnnies after . . .
One dim DUmmie types away.

[hattend]

Bob Dylan?

[doug from upland]

They are indeed hopeles losers, Charles.

[Mr. Silverback]

Depends on what you like....I was never much of a hard rock fan

Well, I only am to a certain extent...but when I think of great Sixties music I mostly think of Motown and such, with the Beatles and Creedence thrown in for good measure. The only really good protest song is "The Times, They Are A Changin'" by Dylan, and the fun part about that one is it could be the theme of the conservative revolutuion, or of the democracy wave in Ukraine and the Middle East. Billy Joel sang it as an encore on his tour of the Soviet Union in the 80's...

[Hillarys Gate Cult]

It was Jimi Hendrix. He wouldn't go on unless Santana was booked. The people "running" Woodstock balked because Santana wasn't well known, but finally gave in just to get Hendrix. Good decision.

[Democracy In Iraq]

To my friends at DU, I wish you good luck in locating your former hippie cohorts. While looking, you might pause for a moment to remember the names of those who gave you and your hippie friends the freedom to express your contempt for your country.

Here is a partial list:

[NRA1995]

Yes, and Santana did a VERY HOT set while Jimi seemed like he'd rather be anywhere else but there....of course by this time the touring, drugs and legal hassles were taking their toll...

[NRA1995]

While all this was going on, my guitar teacher was educating me in jazz and showing me tricks by Kenny Burrell and Wes Montgomery; I just couldn't get excited about CCR or the Beatles back then because too many other cool things were happening in Muscle Shoals, Detroit, Memphis, New York...

[KC_Conspirator]

I have never seen this movie Billy Jack and can only once remember when it it was on TV as a rerun. It must have been a real stinker. It sounds like another one of Hollywood's lame attempts to sell the revolution.

I am also once again amused by the left's infatuation with reliving the halcyon days of the 60's.

[The Right Stuff]

I find Horowitz very enlightening. His book, Radical Son, was a real eye opener and I am now reading the one which explains why the Left is so aligned with the least liberal of all religions - Islam.

[Mr. Silverback]

You know, the song "One Tin Soldier" is a great example of the 100% Bovine Effluents foundation the Left sits on. If it's meant to be a parable about Vietnam, it doesn't fit remotely with the historical facts, no matter how dimly you view American motives there--we weren't there for greed, and no one can say the North vietnamese were interested in peace. As a parable about the nature of violence, it fails just as badly--writing a protest song about commandment-busting holy wars fought for greed and singing it to 20th Century Americans is like teaching an abstinence class to the Pope. She should have changed "Heaven" to Lenin and sung it to the Soviet Politburo.

[Mr. Silverback]

Billy Jack's still alive; he's all grown up now and goes by the name of Ward Churchill.

There's one flaw in your reasoning: Billy Jack would twist me into something resembling a pretzel. I'm sure Ward Churchill would go down like a rock in water.

[Mr. Silverback]

What happened is that at Berkeley, some guy with a mobile silk screen machine during some demonstration took the plain white T-Shirts of the hippies/radicals and silk screened them with a red clenched fist. That silk-screening idea rapidly caught on and all your message T-shirts today had their origin in that silk-screened red fist at Berkeley.

Wouldn't you love to send that guy a "COMMIES AREN'T COOL" T-Shirt as a thank you gift?

[demlosers]

Tom Laughlin (I)


Date of birth (location)
10 August 1931
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
Trivia
Garnered 147 votes in the January, 2004, New Hampshire primary. (show more)

Sometimes Credited As:
Frank Christina
T.C. Frank
Donald Henderson
Don Henderson
Lloyd E. James
Frank Laughlin
E. James Lloyd
Mary Rose Solti


Biography for
Tom Laughlin (I)

Birth name

Thomas Robert Laughlin
Spouse Delores Taylor (1956 - present) 1 child, Teresa

Trivia

Trained in hapkido karate by karate master Bong Soo Han.

Tom's movie Billy Jack cost $800,000 to make and grossed over $65 million.

Has done extensive research on Jungian psychology and alternative cancer therapy treatments.

Intends to run against Arnold Schwarzenegger for Governor of California

Garnered 147 votes in the January, 2004, New Hampshire primary.

Attended and graduated from Washington High School in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It is a public school. He returned to the school in 1978 and told an assembly that he was a 'greaser' during his High School years, and that he once beat up Gene Wilder. Gene Wilder went to the same school and lived in the same neighborhood.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0490871/

[Darkwolf377]

"Others did crafts and tried to survive on that"

For some reason I found that line hilarious.

This thread is Exhibit A in liberal thinking (?) in America today; romanticize a breezy, illusory past, when we were all in tie-dye, playing tambourines as we frollicked in carnal pot-hazed bliss in fields of rolling green under ble skies while hippy music played on our solar powered radios. Carefree, having whole foods delivered on horseback from the farming commune, bathing in our secret lagoon complete with waterfall, we shared free love and free drugs (dropped off in a VW by counter-revolutionaries wearing Che! t-shirts) and had informal "rap sessions" in which we talked about The Revolution Against The Pigs, wrote poetry, and then had MORE STD-free sex. All the while, somehow, affecting change.

DUmmies are the political equivalent of Trekkies.

[Tribune7]

if it isn't presented by the CON (corporate owned media)

Wouldn't that be COM?

The scary thing is I remember most of those lines (and I've recited by share)

[monday]

"The only pause I take thinking of the 60's is to puke."

lol.... I wasn't alive then, but you have to admit, hippies are pretty funny. I knew a couple of chicks in college who didn't shave their legs or arm pits. They smelled pretty bad and everyone made fun of them behind their backs.

The only thing I can think is that their moms took too many drugs while pregnant leaving their children mentally retarded. It would be sad if they weren't so proud of their deficiencies. Because they are, they are vastly entertaining.

[Tribune7]

Ten Years After actually made the movie worth watching for me.

[NRA1995]

Bathing was never a priority among hippies

[reformedliberal]

OY! "Women's Issues". I have tried so hard to forget.

In 1970, in Milwaukee, I was part of the organization of Organization for Woman's Liberation. *Liberation* meant that the men helped with the housework and women got to do more at the underground papers than sweep the floor and make coffee. We weren't even acting out of our own experience. The Black and Brown Panthers had already endorsed "p*$$y power"....probably because Bernadine Dorn and friends had enough money and clout to demand equal representation on the soapbox.

One year later, or perhaps a bit less,I looked around at a meeting and realized that every woman there, most in their late 20s/early 30's, was divorced and several had begun to act out as lesbians. One, an older university instructor, quite notorious in town by that time for her (& her husband's) many affairs with both genders of her students, had 2 lovely daughters in their teens (Mom was in her 40s, IIRC). One girl had a nervous breakdown and another became an out lesbian before it was hip. It all seemed so narcissistic, that I just stopped participating.

The next couple of years, I had several experiences that, all together, convinced me that I really had nothing in common with The Movement. Like you, I am now so disgusted by these leftover radicals, I don't spend a lot of time remembering what it was like back then. These threads are good for making me recall the history and realizing that I, like most of the rank-&-file, was totally clueless as to the real agenda. We were all warm bodies, except for the Red Diaper Babies and the opportunists. I am constantly amazed that the DUmmies have never awakened to being manipulated and that they manage to draw in newbies all the time.