Thursday, August 31, 2006

2004 revisited

An article in the New York Times reports that irregularities have been found in ballots for the 2004 election in Ohio. A judge should issue a ruling in a couple of days on whether the ballots may be kept from being destroyed.

Here is a link to the article:

Many of us on the left have called for an investigation, only to be called all sorts of names. Well...proof is in the pudding. Many "obvious" problems have been found before (such as misleading flyers, and problems with machine availability at Urban voting precincts). Now there is evidence that ballots were tampered with.

Rise up, people, reclaim your own country, for heaven's sake. How criminal do the Republicans have to be?

(Did you know: Elections in the US does not meet or exceed the international standards that we impose on nations like Sudan and Iraq?)

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

The Lillies of the Field

Barb Ickes talks about bums, and many bloggers respond in a strange way. Then there is a letter in the Quad City times about Obama's trip to Africa/personal responsibility, and they respond in the same, odd way.

"Why don't they get off their lazy b*tts and get a job"

First of all, being a bum isn't easy, or everyone would be doing it. Of course, working is like being a bum, nowadays, just steadier pay. What is sitting in front of a computer and putting ideas on paper. Work? If some rich guy is paying you for it...yeah. If you are begging for money yourself (being an entrepeneur)...yeah. Being an entrepeneur is just begging on a different level. Listen to Paul Harvey, for Pete's sake, he says stuff on the radio that he gleans from someone else's newspaper or from a wire service reporter, and he states the most lowest common denominator commentary that one can find, and then tells you to buy a bed from the guy who gives him a buck or two.

Let's make this easy... Almost NO ONE in this society creates wealth. It is a very few who have stolen enough wealth that enslaves the rest of us.

The most honest work is government work. In that, the government is controlled by the people (or we could control it, if we behaved the way owners should) and therefore government work is working for yourself. Taxes become money you pay yourself. And if you do your government job well, you benefit yourself.

Being a greeter at Wal Mart is not a real job. It's you trying to make the guy (Sam Walton and his heirs) look nice so you can scam a few $$ off him. Writing for Time Magazine, isn't a job. If you are so smart, start your own magazine, but then you have to beg people to buy it.

Let's put it this way...Bums are honest. They beg for money. A guy standing on a street corner in a clown outfit with a sign (happens, ironically enough, usually close to where the "honest" bums are) is only doing it for the money that he can spend on dope, booze, property taxes...whatever. He's getting less than the bum, because he can't afford the overhead.

What does the chamber of commerce do? Beg rich people to bring their jobs to our area. Why don't the people of the chamber of commerce create wealth, instead of begging for it from rich corporations?

Jesus says: See the lillies of the field? They neither toil nor spin, and yet...the Lord cares for them. Why worry aobut yourself? Don't you believe that God will care for you?

I am a bum...and proud of it. Hopefully, someday, I'll have enough faith to get off my lazy b*tt and trust in the Lord.

Monday, August 28, 2006

The lessons of Conan

It is time to reveal the truth. Though I am a Socialist CHRISTIAN hippie, there is a small part of my heart that still belongs to Crom.

There are pages upon pages written about being a Christian, but not many, if any, pages devoted to what we can learn from "Coanna the Barbarian"

One: What are the best things in life?

To Kill your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.

(That is, if you are a barbarian, or follow a morality similar to that of the current president. As a Christian Hippie whilst I enjoy the premise for an action adventure film, be sure, my life is Not based on this)

What really makes Vulsa Doom grieve?

Killing his snake.

Thou shalt not kill (especially Mr. Doom's large snake)

Where does Crom live?

In his mountain. Where he is waiting for the riddle of steel.

Jesus has no such test, though if you've found the answer to the riddle of steel, he might like to hear it. Or not. Hard to tell. One of Jehova's many mysteries.

What does the God of the four winds think?

He laughs at Crom.

Jesus would laugh at Crom. He's a pretty funny guy, sitting in his mountain.

We should remember always, that God is in all things. Even in films written by Oliver Stone.

"Crucify him on the tree of Woe"

Speaking of that, with all this rain, it seems the tree of woe came down on my back fence. I must go and tend to it with the "Insurance Adjuster" from the ninth level of hell.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Sunday Thanks

Again, I encourage any and all visitors to leave three (and only three) things they are thankful for.

For me: Bare feet, Rain Barrels, and the staff at Comer Children's Hospital.

A Poem this Sunday:

Stars above, so far away
What do you have to teach today?
How small I am
How large you are
Yet both so tiny from afar

Together we light up the night
In different ways
Both great and slight.

Accross the sky
I see a dance
And think about the slightest chance
That I will join you
Quicker than thought
And understand what God hath wrought.

The Socialist Christian Hippie

Thursday, August 24, 2006

I'm Back

The hippie has been hangin' at the IA state fair, and up in Chicago. I'm back, and the Quads are in need of me again.

What made Rock Island ever think that tearing down Schneider's, a church, and a quaint apartment complex and replacing them with suburban boxes of garbage was a good idea? Now, we're going to try tearing out houses and putting in a (third) hardware store. It will go well with the (third) auto parts store in the neighborhood that will sit on Memorial Heights former location.

Now, shock of shocks, Panera Bread may NOT be coming. If only ACE would follow suit.

My farm has been doing pretty good. Soon we'll have tons o' spaghetti sauce. It's a fun thing to do with all the tomatoes we've been hauling in.

Death to the Japaneese beetles!

Can't wait to see "Snakes on a Plane"

Keep to the left!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Check it out!

The Sounds of the Socialist Christian Hippie. Check out my music page!

4 downloadable traks. Mellow art. Pic of the Hippie! My alter ego's name and bio.

That Socialist Christian Hippie feeling

Many people ask me, so...what is it that you have to be a socialist, Christian Hippie?

One: It's Catchy! Say it three times as fast as you please. Now run outside barefoot run onto the neighbors lawn, and lay down on the dewy grass. Smile. Think about all it means to be there. How your neighbor has such a beautiful lawn, how the sky is fun to watch, and how thankful you are for everybody being who they are. So much so that you desire to share the wealth of the world with them. That's that catchy socialist Christian Hippie, showing me the way.

Two: It is most important! Zero equals One. That is not the truth, but it is as close as we can get.

Three: Christian, because, after much searching (I've seen it all man) I found that most of my morality was Christian in origin. Jesus was the original hippie dude. He was cool, collected, thankful, slacker, open to beauty, and loved his fellow man. He was a dude we should all desire to emulate. Science and philosophy are excellent, and so is Jesus. Open your mind to all three. I do.

Mellow out, kick off your shoes. Share the love. Show your peace! We take all kinds here. I am just your host.

The Socialist Christian Hippie of the Quad Cities

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Germany, Germany, Over Everyone

I am a pacifist. Just like many of the Germans were in Davenport. Before they were run out. Nevertheless, they get the last laugh. Germania now welcomes people to Gaines St. An Aryan statue in front of one of the most "diverse" parts of the city.

$45000 can buy a lot of house a few blocks up that hill. It could also buy a lot of food and heat for winter for those up there. I also wonder how the gateway handles flooding. Will it float?

Then there's the great, shrinking FIGGE. Now bring us some art for Figge, Now bring us some art for FIGGE, now bring us some art for Figge, and bring it right here!

We won't go until we get some,
We won't go until we get some...

Well, you get the idea.

By the way, I saw a City of Davenport vehicle at the Iowa State Fair. We'd better cancel the next council meeting.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Thanks for Sunday

On Sunday, we will give thanks. Please give thanks for 3 and only 3 things. Also, since it is Sunday, we'll give the vitrol a rest, and always say something positive. Today...a poem!

O God,
Welcome me home.
Just as I am.
Warts and all

Let there be no shoes in heaven.
Let us sit in joy together.
Let me sit by my enemy,
Shake their hand,
And watch the Earth turn.
As we make plans for a new world.
A new form.

A place free from fear.
A place of celebration.
A place to rest before trying again.

We will decree that all may partake of the bounty together.
We will decree that all may sing and take part in the choir.
We will decree that large women may reign
And dwell where they please.
What a world that shall be.

All praise, and peace, and thanks to all

The Socialist Christian Hippie

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Welcome to the Quad City Home of Peace and Love

Love and Support to you! May this missive find you blessed!

Yes, I am the socialist, Christian Hippie of the Quad Cities, and welcome to this blessed land. I am here to fight for truth, equal justice, liberal religious thought, self sustainable environmentalism, and the occasional whacked out, freaky, good time. All are welcome in my house.

So what's on tap for today?


No, not the Davenport city council. The UN hasn't figured out their problem yet. Rather, I am speaking of Israel and Hezbollah, and Lebanon. Those who are fighting over a glorious land, about the size of Rock Island County. Imagine a bunch of Port Byron seperatists, launching a bunch of missiles at Aledo. Then you've got the picture. Actually, you've got a good idea. But...we're all for peace here, and that, my friends, is what we have.

Cease Fire!

As of ohhh, midnight Monday, all fighting is to cease. The Bekaa valley will sound as quiet as Downtown Davenport on a Tuesday night. The UN will run an army into this area, the size of Rock Island County, and assume control. No more missiles, tanks, or harsh words to be flung furthermore.

Do I believe that? No.

What is the Socialist Christian Hippie's take?

Well, peace is welcome, brother. Yet, what the Israeli army cannot stop, the UN will? The UN will give cover...unwittingly...for a Hezbollah rest, recovery and re-arm fun time. They will also give political cover to Lebanon. Yet, sooner or later, the Hezbollah will launch a missile and some poor farmer, down Aledo way, will get his/her head removed and then we're in BIG MESS land. Now you'll have Hezbollah, Israel, the UN, in a three-way. With poor hippies in the middle.

Easiest way to stop the real problem: GW picking up a stupid phone and calling Omert and telling him to KNOCK IT OFF, or NO MORE BOMBS, PLANES, or Patriot Defense systems. BTW, where are the Patriot batteries that we heard so much about 10 years ago? Where are they? Not a peep. Is that cause THEY DON'T WORK? Billions of dollars wasted on a stupid "anti-missile" system, and some 15 years after their glorious debut in GW I (gulf War one) they are MIA.

Stay tuned to this space for more fun reading, and I'll tell you more about me in the next few daily (hopefully) collumns!

Peace Brothers and Sisters
The Socialist Christian Hippie of the Quad Cities