What a bunch of fools. Who are they trying to kid, themselves?
pier 1 stopped buying in 2004. They just now got the word ?
But, but...communism is going to save the world so we can all live in peace and financial security! The TV told me so. How can this be??
The real world cuts through the bong smoke.
Because it's all about them channeling their karma and their chi, dude. And helping the environment, maaaan. And, like, being socialist, dude.
Besides, the oppressed in a sweatshop don't get weed, bra. Puff puff pass.
(/sarcasm)
These guys are about an hour up the road from here. We should get some folks to crash the place with a couple thousand gallons of soapy water and some fire hoses and help preserve the environment by washing off the patchouli oil that covers the funk.
because like it's a lifestyle, man. $2 dollars aday is enough to buy twigs and berries which is what Adam ate, dude.
Plus, we grow our own tofu on the tofu tree man. Oh yeah and we also grow and sell weed over at teh local Community college.
Land owning pigs.
How much money do you think "Apple" would see if they sold say 200 acres for 15 million?
I'd say she would see about $2.
What ideology holds this group together? According to one rumor I heard, it was B F Skinner's "Walden Two" behaviorism. Can someone help me out here?
I've no problem with this commune as its membership is voluntary and they require no money, participation, or acknowledgement from me.
Is it really any different from a tight knit community or enclave following a common set of beliefs?
These yahoos are there voluntarily, and believe that sh**.
First, eeeewwwwww. Second, join the 21st century, people. Third, to make a profit and actually become self-sustaining, they need to embrace capitalism, not eschew it. But I guess they're learning that the hard way.
By the way, land here in Central Virginia is going through the roof. They could certainly raise a nice bit of capital by selling a few of their 450 acres to a developer, but that would defeat the purpose of their self-imposed isolation/insulation from "the real world." Oh, the decisions we face. For some reason this clan of aging hippies brings to mind T.S. Eliot's Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
They aren't bothering me. More power to them. They chose a tough life. Note: "Chose" is the operative word.
Nothing like a feel good story about smelly hippies.
Gee, ya' think?? You can almost see the lightbulb beginning to flicker in little "Apple's" soy-soaked brain.
These figures struck me as an awful lot of dough for 1967. So poking around the web I found one of those "How-much-would-it-cost-today?" conversion thingies.
Yes, I know, it is a very ball-park figure, but turns out the equivalent of $26.5K in 1967 is $105.3K in 2005. This mean that Miss Kinade -- who was a secretary at the time, I believe-- and seven others "dreamers" ponied up the equivalent of at least $105K in today's money to "open a commune to they hoped to escape the political and social tumult of the 1960s by forming a self-sustaining rural community."
Has the distinct wiff of Varsallies about it.....
Could it be that they aren't forced to be there?
QUOTE OF THE YEAR:
"Pier 1 was a boon to the community," says Kathryn, a 29-year-old manager in the hammock business. "For a lot of us, losing them was also kind of exciting - no more working for a multinational. But now we really have to deal with what we want to be as a business."
HAHAHAHA....I can't stop laughing..."losing a multinational customer was exciting" Oh my god, only a leftist would find this exciting...
This sounds like "Animal Farm".
Gee, maybe if instead of making hammocks and tofu, they diversified into items with greater profit margins and were in greater demand? Like tennis shoes.