Hippie's Head Space

Good Dog

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 03:25:00 +0000

Imagine that you look over the neighbor's fence, and see a dog chained to a stake. The dog has been there for a long time. It has accepted that being left to fend for itself is it's only reality.

You notice that it's master feeds it sporadically, but never enough. The dog is scarred and weathered. It paces the circumferential rut it has worn at the end of it's chain, never getting anywhere, yet it must move. Your conscience finally does what it was created to do, so you go to set him free.

He snarls at you and leaps against his restraints. It takes you a long time to convince him that you are not an enemy. Eventually, he sniffs your hand, and lets you pet him.

When his master steps on the porch and yells "That's my dog. What the hell are you doing?" the dog bites you in defense of, and out of loyalty to, the only master he knows.

It serves no purpose to hate the dog.

You don't have the heart to hate the dog, even though he reminds you of your working class friends who voted republican, and you want to kick their stupid asses.

Donald Duck Meets Glen Beck

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 19:35:00 +0000

Radical Green Solution?

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 20:59:00 +0000

Imagine a vehicle that was designed from tiny particles, each with it's own purpose, that replaced them selves, and could repair minor injuries.

It could find it's way home in the dark, even if the owner was drunk, and automatically avoid collisions.

It maintained it's own fluid levels, and filled it's tank (without the owner's help) from biomass that grows wild by the side of the road.

It's waist products would include a touch of methane, but mostly emerge as nuggets of clean organic fertilizer.

If you own two of them, they can even reproduce themselves. If times became tough, you could even eat it.

Not only could you love it like you now love your car, it could love you back.

We used to call them horses.

They were invented by the one who brought us sunsets, snowflakes, vaginas, and most everything we love.

The New "White Underclass" Predicted Over 40 Years Ago

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:51:00 +0000

Somebody sent me a link to a page that was talking about the new "White Underclass" as one of the results of our failed experiment with letting the rich do whatever the hell they want. Why separate the white underclass from the rest of the "underclass"?

Only because they didn't seem to see it coming.

It's not like nobody mentioned it. The baby boomers just wrote us off as Hippie Socialists, and made cartoon characters out of us (like I got time to actually hug a fucking tree).

Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime, in your prime,
didn't you?

People call
say, "Beware doll
you're bound to fall"
you thought they were all
kiddin' you?

You used to laugh about
everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud.
Now you don't seem so proud,
about having to be scrounging
your next meal.

How does it feel?

How does it feel,
to be without a home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school
all right Miss Lonely,
but you know you only used to get
juiced in it.

Nobody ever taught you
how to live out on the street'
and now you're gonna have to get
used to it.

You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And and say "Hey, do you want to
make a deal?

How does it feel?

How does it feel,
to be on your own?
With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?

Like a rolling stone.

You never turned around to see the frowns
on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did
tricks for you.
You never understood that it ain't no good.
You shouldn't let other people get your
kicks for you.

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
he really wasn't where it's at,
after he took from you everything
he could steal?

How does it feel?

How does it feel
to be on your own?
With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made.
Exchanging all precious gifts.
You'd better take your diamond ring and
you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags
and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you,
you can't refuse.
When you got nothing,
you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now,
you got no secrets
to conceal.

How does it feel?

How does it feel
to be on your own?
With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone.

-Bob Dylan

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music

Farm Power

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 19:55:00 +0000

Farm Power

Check out this unit.

Cow manure is placed in this digester and heated to the temperature of a cow's stomach (100 degrees F.). The methane that usually just goes into the atmosphere to cause global warming, is trapped and burned to run a generator. The heat produced by the process warms the manure to the right temperature (100 degrees F.), and the electricity generated can be used, or sold back to the local power company.

Free electricity from what was once a pollutant. Talk about your green energy. What more could you ask for?

Out My Front Door

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Fri, 22 May 2009 23:00:00 +0000

I looked outside to see if it had stopped raining, and this is what I saw.

Building a square foot garden

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:55:00 +0000

Building a square foot garden

In my neck of the woods it's time to get outdoors and grow some food. Free organic fruits and vegatables. All it takes is a small upfront investment, and a commitment to pull the weeds before they become overwhelming. You can even do it well in a small space. These links will help show you how:

Where to build it

Is the soil fertile enough?

Raised beds and double-digging

Pasted from <http://journeytoforever.org/garden_sqft.html>

Hippie Wins Lottery!

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 22:18:00 +0000

Last seen leaving town on a new Harley.

April Fools!

Hurt

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 17:58:00 +0000

Register To Vote!

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:15:00 +0000

Hey, I waited till the last minute too.

Register to vote.

Is an imperial presidency destroying what America stands for?

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 07:39:00 +0000

Boat Racing

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 18:48:00 +0000

Epidemic

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Fri, 16 May 2008 07:38:00 +0000

Morality

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Sat, 10 May 2008 18:27:00 +0000

One night while driving home from an AA meeting, the topic of which was "Our defects of character that cause us to drink", and a rabbit ran across the road in front of my truck. My schizophrenic room mate said "I wonder if bunnies have defects of character?".

I never knew when this guy was being completely child like in his view of the world, or asking a profound philosophical question. He at times had a shamanistic quality about him. It was one of the things I loved about the guy. He made me think, and question my "reality".

I told him "I don't know Zac. Maybe animals are born knowing what the universe expects from them, and they just do it?"

About a month later, I saw a movie at the local theater called "Kapac" (a phonetic spelling of the title, and it may be incorrect ). It was about a guy in a mental institution that said he was an alien from another galaxy. His doctor asked him a question of morality, and he said "Every sentient being in the universe knows right from wrong instictively".

It struck a cord with me. Humans are the only species that requires, or even has to think about the concept of morality. I imagine it is because our abilty to out smart our (possibley God given?) instincts to fulfill selfish goals, has created a way of living on this earth that is so far removed from the natural, that we have to make up rules to hold it together.

I believe that what is known as popular morallity are the rules required to keep this artificial (and experimental, in evolutionary terms) condition of "civilisation" from dying a natural death.

There can be no theft, and we can not "covet" without the concept of posessions.
There is no adultry where there is no concept of the contract of marriage (or posession).
We can bear no false witness without language and abstract thought. We must "think up" a lie (a nonexistant reality), before we tell it.
We can not help but honor our parents, if they are not away from us all day at their jobs building up stress to bring home, practicing "office politics" in an artificial world of competition, and missing the daily changes in us that remind them that we are of the same flesh and blood, and that we are"one".
We can not murder without pre-meditation, meaning we must first cold bloodedly decide to kill, or be talked into it.
We can not worship false Gods, without first inventing them, instead of accepting the miracle of this universe that we are a part of, as we experience it.

Perhaps what we need is to de-evolve to get back to a sustainable style of living? To become a society of hunters, gatherers, farmers, and herdsmen, as the rest of the animal kingdom does?

The birds and the bees practice agriculture by polinating the plants, and spreading the seeds. Ants practice agriculture by milking aphids. Herbavores fertilise there own food source, and Carnivores practice selective breeding, by weeding out the sick and the weak. Until the moment that their prey becomes a food source, they are allowed to live free.

All of this is "powered" by solar, wind, geothermal, and tidal energies, without the need to build machines to do it. There is no need for an external set of rules to be policed (imperfectly, as we do) in all of the animal kingdom except for the kingdom of man, and compared to that of other life forms our "morality" is a failure.

Sure ants and bees build "citys". So do prairie dogs, etc. They are of 100% recyclable materials, and are only built to last for a generation, and when they fall, a few seasons pass, and the only sign they they existed is that the grass is greener there.

Do you know a veteran facing homelessness?

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Fri, 09 May 2008 00:32:00 +0000

If you are a homeless veteran or a veteran at risk of becoming homeless, these pages provide information that you can use to seek help. They include addresses, phone numbers and websites to find out about services, programs and other help that is available. Keep in mind that these pages do not include all services offered. What is available in one area may be different from what is available in another, so be sure to check with local agencies to learn about services in your area.
Click on the links below to read about first steps you should take, information about resources available to address specific needs, how to replace personal records, information about seeking VA benefits, and a printable summary of phone numbers and websites that you can keep with you. Begin by reading “Getting Started.”
· Getting Started
· Where to go for Help
· Replacing Personal Records
· Seeking Federal Benefits
· Guide for Women Veterans
· Guide for Incarcerated Veterans
· Phone/Web site List
· RESOURCES FOR HOMELESS VETERANS Products and services available to help homeless veterans and those at risk of becoming homeless.

Can You Out Spend Bush?

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 18:21:00 +0000

$3 trillion.

That is what Nobel prize-winning economist Joseph Stiglitz estimates the war will cost our country. Make no mistake, this $3 trillion bill is crippling our economy and causing our Iraq recession. To put this colossal amount of cash into perspective, some folks have designed a game to help people really understand what $3 trillion dollars can buy.

Get ready to go on a 3 Trillion Dollar Shopping Spree!

When the war was already hurting our economy two years ago, President Bush announced that Americans should go shopping-a brilliant plan to remedy our ailing economy. So follow the President's advice in this virtual shopping bonanza and rack up a $3 trillion tab like he has in real life. All you have to do is stroll down through our online store, add items to your cart for yourself or friends, and check out. It's just that easy!
Whether you buy serious gifts like health care for all Americans or frivolous ones like building the world's tallest building, we hope you'll begin to see just how far $3 trillion could go and help others understand the cost of this war.

Classmates Dot Com

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:51:00 +0000

The people at Classmates.com talked me into the free sign up. I sure as hell wasn't going to pay money to connect with people from my high school. They keep sending me emails telling me people are checking out my profile, and "click this link to see who".

So I do, and it says for a limited time I could post on their message board for free. I couldn't resist, and this is what I posted:

You may remember me. I came to Monroe in the middle of my sophmore year. Some joker started a rumor that I was a narc. I used to hear people call me narc when I was walking down the halls. Some of you would even spit on me. One guy drove his car up on the sidewalk trying to hit me. It was never one person alone, it was alway a group I was always out numbered. You always had plenty of backup. You came at me in packs like dogs. You made all the other kids afraid to get to know me, for fear of getting the same treatment. You made my life a living hell. You ruined what should have been some of the best years of my life. You cheated me out of the happy memories of High school that you all share. I ended up leaving before the end of my junior year. Once you get stigmatized like that, it stays with you and nothing you do can make it go away.

The reality is I was living in a violently abusive home. I had nobody to turn to, and ended up leaving home to hitch hike up and down the west cost a couple times. Life on the road had toughened me up. I got involved with the mexican mafia and started out running drugs around Santa Anna CA. I killed my first drug dealer when I was still 16. All that pent up rage came out, and I mutilated the guy pretty good with a tire iron in front of his wife and kids. I got a reputation for burtality and my crew moved me out to east LA where I worked as an enforcer. You don't move dope in southern Cal in any quantity unless you buy from the mexican mafia, and pay the tax. Not if you want to live long. I brutally murdered 6 people, and broke so many arms and legs I lost count. I had to join the army to cool out for a while after I smoked two major players in el norte. My crew was drawing too much heat. Not that we were afraid, but gang warfare is just bad for business if you can avoid it. When I finally joined the army at 17, some people in the military took notice of the way I carried myself, and I was sent to a ranger company. I did some wet work in black ops in Cambodia long after we we supposed to be out of there. I was in long range penetration recon. On my last mission I was captured and beaten so badly, they were not able to reconstruct my face the way it was before. I still looked pretty normal, only differant. I took advantage of this fact, and I went AWOL when I got out of the veteran's hospital in San Luis Obisbo and burned off my fingerprints, and created a new identity for myself. I had seen enough of killing, and the gang life. I thought I could put it all behind me. I did pretty well for many yaers, when I started having violent fantasies about returning to Monroe and seeking revenge on the people who's cowardley acts had created the monster I had become. It was only through the love of a good woman, and turning my life over to God that I was able to finally forgive you all and find some peace.

Last year my beautiful wife was raped and murdered in a sensless random attack by some stupid punks no more than high school age. I lost my faith in a God that could allow so much cruelty in the world. I went off my meds, and went up into the Cascades to live like man was intended to live. I was able to live year round on wild game without firing a shot to give away my location to the authorities. My body became lean, and my wits became sharper than they had ever been. I have only just recently come back to live among men, explore the wonders of the internet, and reassemble my gun collection.

Anyway, I see you are planning a reunion. I'm really looking forward to seeing many of you there and reliving old times. Should I bring potato salad or something?

Why Won't McCain Support Our Vets?

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:18:00 +0000

Robert Lopez served 8 years in our military, fighting in Iraq as a tank commander. He was told he'd get his whole education bill paid for when he got out of the service, but like so many others, Mr. Lopez has faced the bleak reality of a government that has turned its back on its veterans.
That is why Senators Jim Webb and Chuck Hagel proposed the new GI Bill, which would bring back WWII-style standards of providing vets with full tuition, room and board. And that is why 51 senators have signed on, including 9 Republicans like John Warner, giving this GI Bill tremendous bipartisan support.

But it isn't enough. Faced with unprecedented filibusters, the only way to ensure Senate passage of the GI Bill is to get 60 co-sponsors. So far, John McCain has refused. The same McCain who insists he supports our troops. The same McCain who is voting lockstep with the Bush administration (who have also resisted this bill). We need to get John McCain to lead -- to sign now and signal to other Republican leaders that we should be strongly behind our vets.
Click here to watch the video and sign the petition.

Robert Lopez thinks John McCain ought to stand in his shoes to know how difficult it is to be a vet and have to pay staggering education costs. THIS is your call to arms. Pass the video along and implore your friends to sign the petition.

Vote Vets, WesPAC, and Brave New Films feel passionately about giving our veterans the support they rightly deserve. Our government owes our troops returning from Iraq and Afghanistan the opportunity to receive full educational benefits. These patriots have fought hard for our government; it's time our government started fighting hard for them.

Happy Hippie Found Dead in Leaky Trailer

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 07:44:00 +0000

"Death by misadventure" is what the Island county coroner called it. Arthur J. Hawley, the amateur blogger popularly known as "Happy Hippie" was found this afternoon hanging by the neck from an electrical cord, the victim of what appeared to be an attempted April fools joke gone tragically wrong.

"I hardly knew him" Neighbor Vern L. Equinox said. "I suspected he was a nice guy, because one night I heard some ruckus out by my pickup truck, and I was pretty sure I saw him leaving the scene, but the next day I noticed that he had removed all the cigarette butts out of my ashtray. Damned neighborly if you ask me"

Another neighbor who chose to remain anonymous commented "I knew there was something funny about the guy. Not as funny as if he would have blown his fool head off like that Cobain kid!" That would have been a real hoot, but he was funny none the less, in a tin foil hat wearing kind of way. Used to pee right off the porch in broad daylight!"

Services will be closed to all but family members, who aren't expected to show up either.

From "Hippie's Head Space" at Blogspot.com

Changing Islands

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:43:00 +0000

On March 16th I'll be moving from Maui back to Whidbey Island, in Washington state.

I spent two years here, and that's enough for me. You can only go to the beach just so many times before it gets old. I miss having 4 seasons. I miss fishing with a pole, instead of a spear. I like catching fish that I know the name of, that don't look like something from somebody's aquarium. I'm tired of sushi. I'm tired of spam. I'm tired of paying $2.50 for a package of hotdog buns, and almost $4 for a gallon of gas. I'm tired of paying $400 for an once of weed.

Mostley I'm tired of knowing that I'm just another white guy not suited to this environment, who should have left this place to those born to it. I don't feel the same connection to the earth that I did back where I grew up. I wish I did, but I don't. It's not my home. It's somebody else's home.

Maybe it was worth 2 years of my life to know this?

To know where I belong?

From "Hippie's Head Space" at Blogspot.com

Hillary Campaign Hype

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:19:00 +0000

From "Hippie's Head Space" at Blogspot.com

Lies of the Mainstream Media

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:15:00 +0000

Even though I find it flattering to be noticed by the mainstream media, I would ask my readers not to believe everything they say about me. Especially those liars at Modern Manhood Magazine.

I admit, some of what they say was true, but what I did with that zuccini was between consenting adults, and though it is true she spent the rest of her life as a vegetable, she was already one to begin with.

The zuccinni I mean.

From "Hippie's Head Space" at Blogspot.com

Database of State Incentives for Renewable and Efficient Energy

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 00:53:00 +0000

I was looking around for a refridgerator that would run on direct current, so it might run directly from solar or wind power. I got side tracked, and was looking at complete systems that are tied into the grid, which in effect sells your extra solar or wind energy back to the power company, and makes your meter run backwards. If your power usage is low enough, they may even end up owing you money.

At the bottom of the page was a link which said "Your state may pay for all or part of the cost of this conversion." I clicked on it, and this is where it took me:

http://www.dsireusa.org/

It has a map of the United States on the page. Just click on your state, and it will tell you what kind of financial incentives are available to you in your area for doing the right thing. They may even pay for the whole works. You'll never know unless you look.

Even the most greedy bone headed corporate stooge politicians are starting to admit that renewable energy used efficiently is crucial to the survival of this country, and possibley the world. It's no longer just being said by us crazy hippies (who have been trying to tell you this for years).

Check it out.

From "Hippie's Head Space" at Blogspot.com

Conspiracy Theories?

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 22:18:00 +0000

Somewhere deep in most of our hearts we hold to the common myth that there exists great good, and great evil. That we can find the serpent and remove it's head, and the world will be right again.

I believe this is at the heart of most conspiracy theories. It is this idea that gives us hope, by putting a face on our danger, and declaring a tangable enemy. Something or someone we can fight against directly. More often than not, terrible things happen at random, or because of incompetence, or as the combined effect of many lesser evils commited by otherwise good people.

Most certainly, there are those who will profit from, and take advantage of, and rally together those who have accepted these lesser evils as the way things are, and will always be. Going after them will not change the fact that it is the acceptance of these lesser evils in ourselves, that is the source of our combined misery. It will not change the fact that the worst of us could not thrive without the complicity or the apathy of the rest of us.

When asking for volunteers it is always easier to find soldiers, than social workers. It's easier to battle someone or something you hate, than to help someone you don't know. It's easier to help raise a flag than to help raise a child. It's easier to drop a bomb, than to drop a dollar into the poor box.

Of course, chopping the head off of a serpent now and then can be a good start. It just doesn't replace changing the one person in the world you have the greatest right, ability, and responsability to change.

If you don't know who I'm talking about, I'll give you a hint:

It's the only person allowed to be in the voting booth when you vote.

Less Jobs, More Wars

grasshopper2469@hotmail.com (Happy Hippie) — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 23:04:00 +0000

Want to do something about it?

http://lessjobsmorewars.com/?utm_source=rgemail