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On Saturday's Boptime we begin at 6am (EDT) by going back to this day in 1963 and Stephen Sondheim's Broadway musical "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum." We round out the hour with selections from Roland Kirk and Cal Tjader. At 7am (EDT) we continue with more music from this day in 1963. At 8am (EDT) it's Rockabilly Ridge with Michael Ace as we explore the roots of punk rock in early rockabilly. At 9am (EDT) we bop up to 1965 and the Beatles from this day in that year, along with a lot of other great music from this day in 1965.

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Notes from ~@~

Ping Golf Clubs

Something interesting to know...
via my cousin Mike ~ USAF, Ret.

Good move by a USA company!

On Monday, I played the Disney, Lake Buena Vista course. As usual the starters matched me with three other players. After a few holes we began to get to know each other a bit.

One fellow was rather young and had his wife riding along in the golf cart with him. I noticed that his golf bag had his name on it and after closer inspection it also said "wounded war veterans ".

When I had my first chance to chat with him I asked him about the bag. His response was simply that it was a gift. I then asked if he was wounded and he said yes.

When I asked more about his injury, his response was "I'd rather not talk about it, sir".

Over a few holes I learned that he had spent the last 15 months in an army rehabilitation hospital in San Antonio, Texas. His wife moved there to be with him and he was released from the hospital in September.

He was a rather quiet fellow; however, he did say that he wanted to get good at golf.

We had a nice round and as we became a bit more familiar I asked him about the brand new set of Ping woods and irons he was playing. Some looked like they had never been hit. His response was simple.

He said that this round was the first full round he had played with these clubs. Later in the round he told me the following.

As part of the discharge process from the rehabilitation hospital, Ping comes in and provides three days of golf instruction, followed by club fitting.

Upon discharge from the hospital, Ping gives each of the discharged veterans, generally about 40 soldiers, a brand new set of custom fitted clubs along with the impressive golf bags.

The fellow I met was named Ben Woods and he looked me in the eye and said that being fitted for those clubs was one of the best things that ever happened to him and he was determined to learn to play golf well enough to deserve the gift Ping had given him.

Ben is now out of the service medically discharged just a month ago. He is as fine a young man as you would ever want to meet.

Ping , whose products are made with pride here in America ( Arizona ), has the good judgment not to advertise this program.

God Bless America & the game of golf. ~ Thank you PING ~ May God Bless our Military! ~ FYI: I checked and this is true!

Dahbud Mensch ~ Stuck in the middle with WHO ? ~ News Worth Repeating

Military-Industrial Complex Speech
Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1961

Public Papers of the Presidents, Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1960, p. 1035- 1040 ~ Source

My fellow Americans:

Three days from now, after half a century in the service of our country, I shall lay down the responsibilities of office as, in traditional and solemn ceremony, the authority of the Presidency is vested in my successor.

This evening I come to you with a message of leave-taking and farewell, and to share a few final thoughts with you, my countrymen.

Like every other citizen, I wish the new President, and all who will labor with him, Godspeed. I pray that the coming years will be blessed with peace and prosperity for all.

Our people expect their President and the Congress to find essential agreement on issues of great moment, the wise resolution of which will better shape the future of the Nation.

My own relations with the Congress, which began on a remote and tenuous basis when, long ago, a member of the Senate appointed me to West Point, have since ranged to the intimate during the war and immediate post-war period, and, finally, to the mutually interdependent during these past eight years.

In this final relationship, the Congress and the Administration have, on most vital issues, cooperated well, to serve the national good rather than mere partisanship, and so have assured that the business of the Nation should go forward. So, my official relationship with the Congress ends in a feeling, on my part, of gratitude that we have been able to do so much together.

II.

We now stand ten years past the midpoint of a century that has witnessed four major wars among great nations. Three of these involved our own country. Despite these holocausts America is today the strongest, the most influential and most productive nation in the world. Understandably proud of this pre-eminence, we yet realize that America's leadership and prestige depend, not merely upon our unmatched material progress, riches and military strength, but on how we use our power in the interests of world peace and human betterment.

III.

Throughout America's adventure in free government, our basic purposes have been to keep the peace; to foster progress in human achievement, and to enhance liberty, dignity and integrity among people and among nations. To strive for less would be unworthy of a free and religious people. Any failure traceable to arrogance, or our lack of comprehension or readiness to sacrifice would inflict upon us grievous hurt both at home and abroad.

Progress toward these noble goals is persistently threatened by the conflict now engulfing the world. It commands our whole attention, absorbs our very beings. We face a hostile ideology -- global in scope, atheistic in character, ruthless in purpose, and insidious in method. Unhappily the danger is poses promises to be of indefinite duration. To meet it successfully, there is called for, not so much the emotional and transitory sacrifices of crisis, but rather those which enable us to carry forward steadily, surely, and without complaint the burdens of a prolonged and complex struggle -- with liberty the stake. Only thus shall we remain, despite every provocation, on our charted course toward permanent peace and human betterment.

Crises there will continue to be. In meeting them, whether foreign or domestic, great or small, there is a recurring temptation to feel that some spectacular and costly action could become the miraculous solution to all current difficulties. A huge increase in newer elements of our defense; development of unrealistic programs to cure every ill in agriculture; a dramatic expansion in basic and applied research -- these and many other possibilities, each possibly promising in itself, may be suggested as the only way to the road we wish to travel.

But each proposal must be weighed in the light of a broader consideration: the need to maintain balance in and among national programs -- balance between the private and the public economy, balance between cost and hoped for advantage -- balance between the clearly necessary and the comfortably desirable; balance between our essential requirements as a nation and the duties imposed by the nation upon the individual; balance between actions of the moment and the national welfare of the future. Good judgment seeks balance and progress; lack of it eventually finds imbalance and frustration.

The record of many decades stands as proof that our people and their government have, in the main, understood these truths and have responded to them well, in the face of stress and threat. But threats, new in kind or degree, constantly arise. I mention two only.

IV.

A vital element in keeping the peace is our military establishment. Our arms must be mighty, ready for instant action, so that no potential aggressor may be tempted to risk his own destruction.

Our military organization today bears little relation to that known by any of my predecessors in peacetime, or indeed by the fighting men of World War II or Korea.

Until the latest of our world conflicts, the United States had no armaments industry. American makers of plowshares could, with time and as required, make swords as well. But now we can no longer risk emergency improvisation of national defense; we have been compelled to create a permanent armaments industry of vast proportions. Added to this, three and a half million men and women are directly engaged in the defense establishment. We annually spend on military security more than the net income of all United States corporations.

This conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence -- economic, political, even spiritual -- is felt in every city, every State house, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources and livelihood are all involved; so is the very structure of our society.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.

We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.

Akin to, and largely responsible for the sweeping changes in our industrial-military posture, has been the technological revolution during recent decades.

In this revolution, research has become central; it also becomes more formalized, complex, and costly. A steadily increasing share is conducted for, by, or at the direction of, the Federal government.

Today, the solitary inventor, tinkering in his shop, has been overshadowed by task forces of scientists in laboratories and testing fields. In the same fashion, the free university, historically the fountainhead of free ideas and scientific discovery, has experienced a revolution in the conduct of research. Partly because of the huge costs involved, a government contract becomes virtually a substitute for intellectual curiosity. For every old blackboard there are now hundreds of new electronic computers.

The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present and is gravely to be regarded.

Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific technological elite.

It is the task of statesmanship to mold, to balance, and to integrate these and other forces, new and old, within the principles of our democratic system -- ever aiming toward the supreme goals of our free society.

V.

Another factor in maintaining balance involves the element of time. As we peer into society's future, we -- you and I, and our government -- must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering, for our own ease and convenience, the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without risking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow.

VI.

Down the long lane of the history yet to be written America knows that this world of ours, ever growing smaller, must avoid becoming a community of dreadful fear and hate, and be instead, a proud confederation of mutual trust and respect.

Such a confederation must be one of equals. The weakest must come to the conference table with the same confidence as do we, protected as we are by our moral, economic, and military strength. That table, though scarred by many past frustrations, cannot be abandoned for the certain agony of the battlefield.

Disarmament, with mutual honor and confidence, is a continuing imperative. Together we must learn how to compose differences, not with arms, but with intellect and decent purpose. Because this need is so sharp and apparent I confess that I lay down my official responsibilities in this field with a definite sense of disappointment. As one who has witnessed the horror and the lingering sadness of war -- as one who knows that another war could utterly destroy this civilization which has been so slowly and painfully built over thousands of years -- I wish I could say tonight that a lasting peace is in sight.

Happily, I can say that war has been avoided. Steady progress toward our ultimate goal has been made. But, so much remains to be done. As a private citizen, I shall never cease to do what little I can to help the world advance along that road.

VII.

So -- in this my last good night to you as your President -- I thank you for the many opportunities you have given me for public service in war and peace. I trust that in that service you find some things worthy; as for the rest of it, I know you will find ways to improve performance in the future.

You and I -- my fellow citizens -- need to be strong in our faith that all nations, under God, will reach the goal of peace with justice. May we be ever unswerving in devotion to principle, confident but humble with power, diligent in pursuit of the Nation's great goals.

To all the peoples of the world, I once more give expression to America's prayerful and continuing aspiration:

We pray that peoples of all faiths, all races, all nations, may have their great human needs satisfied; that those now denied opportunity shall come to enjoy it to the full; that all who yearn for freedom may experience its spiritual blessings; that those who have freedom will understand, also, its heavy responsibilities; that all who are insensitive to the needs of others will learn charity; that the scourges of poverty, disease and ignorance will be made to disappear from the earth, and that, in the goodness of time, all peoples will come to live together in a peace guaranteed by the binding force of mutual respect and love.



Mario Savio / Free Speech Movement, December 2, 1964 from mariosk



"The System" ~ A Folk Song For Mario Savio from B U C K

The System (a folk song to hum while waiting for public transport): It is a set of interacting or interdependent components forming an integrated whole from which there is no escape. Mario Savio, in a speech on the steps of Sproul Hall Berkeley University in 1964, warned us about a corrupt global socio-cultural, economic system. If any person or group challenges the input or output of the system, the processing, control, feedback, boundaries, interface or environment of the system they will be met with ruthless resistance. Pick each battle wisely, and good luck....



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Maybe Tomorrow, Stereophonics from abfoto-br

Remembering Bush Administration POS: AT&T
Who Called ~@~'s, Tenured Teacher, Wife A Fraud!

Telecom Crimes

Violation of the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution

Violation of the First Amendment to the Constitution

Unlawful electronic surveillance or disclosure or use of information obtained by electronic surveillance in violation of 50 U.S.C. §1809.

Unlawful interception, use or disclosure of Class communications in violation of 18 U.S.C. § 2511

Unlawful solicitation and obtained disclosure of the contents of communications in violation of 18 U.S.C. § 2702(a)(1) or (a)(2)

Unlawful solicitation and obtained disclosure of non-content records or other information in violation of 18 U.S.C. § 2702(a)(3)

Violation of the Administrative Procedures Act

Violation of the constitutional principle of separation of powers

Could They Commit Murder Like Convicted
Felon PG&E
's executives
and get away with it?

Probably

Is It Time for a Corporate Death Penalty
...or plain old fashion Tar and feathering?

Yes...

...but because of
Profits Not People
they'd more than likely get away with it,
just like PG&E executives did ???

Listen to The Powers That Be by Roger Waters
for a key to understanding ...and let it play for a while.

Cartoon of government wire taps on U.S. Citizens from Cagle Cartoons
Thanks to the Bush Administration and AT&T ???

AT&T strike:
Bay Area workers among 17,000 who
walked off the job in California, Nevada

By ETHAN BARON | ebaron@bayareanewsgroup.com | Bay Area News Group
PUBLISHED: March 22, 2017 at 1:25 pm | UPDATED Source: March 23, 2017 at 3:24 am

Telecommunications giant AT&T has broken federal law by unilaterally forcing technicians to do work outside their areas of expertise, according to the union representing 17,000 workers in California and Nevada who walked off the job Wednesday.

The union is also taking aim at AT&T’s outsourcing and offshoring of jobs.

Joining technicians in the strike are call center workers. The striking workers are employed in landline services, not wireless.

AT&T criticized the job action.

“A walkout is not in anybody’s best interest, and it’s unfortunate that the union chose to do that,” said company spokesman Steven Maviglio.

Picket lines, according to the Communications Workers of America, which represents the workers, have gone up outside AT&T offices and call centers across California and Nevada, with larger actions taking place at the firm’s offices in San Francisco, Los Angeles and San Diego.

The striking employees have been without a contract for nearly a year, according to the union.

“Workers are growing increasingly frustrated with the company’s attempts to short-change California and Nevada working families and communities,” a union news release said.

Nationally, more than 21,000 AT&T wireless-services workers are working on a contract extension that can be ended with three days’ notice.

“In the last week, wireless workers have intensified their calls on AT&T executives to end offshoring and outsourcing and have joined rallies and pickets coast to coast demanding good jobs that support their families and quality customer service,” the union said.

AT&T highlighted the compensation received by some in the striking workforce.

“The average AT&T core network technician in this contract makes nearly $150,000 in wages and benefits,” Maviglio said. “We are not proposing to reduce the wages of any employees in these contracts, and we remain committed to providing great benefits.

“We’re the country’s largest employer of full-time union labor, and our goal in these negotiations is to continue to provide our employees with high-quality union careers with wages and benefits that are among the best in the country.”

The firm has reached 28 labor agreements since 2015, covering close to 123,000 employees, Maviglio added.

AT&T brought in $42 billion in revenue in the fourth quarter of last year, the union noted.

“Despite the financial success, the company is asking its workers to do more for less — keeping them from their families with unpredictable overtime, undercutting pay and advancement, offshoring good jobs, and pushing more health care costs onto employees,” the union said.

Last week, dozens of mayors and other elected officials from the Bay Area and around California issued a letter claiming AT&T was denying high-speed broadband internet and reliable landline service to communities while reaping huge profits and firing workers.

AT&T said early Wednesday afternoon that it was in discussions with the union “to get these employees back to work as soon as possible.” In the meantime, the firm was “very prepared to continue serving customers,” spokesman Maviglio said.

“We’re a customer service company, and we plan for all contingencies, whether related to weather, natural disasters, work stoppages or any other factors.”






How? Ozzy Osbourne from Ernie Fritz

==> Imagine <==


Open Comment for Millennials:

(tl;dr) Anything related to Corporate Media's use of
"Hippy, Hippie, Hippies, etc." is pure, absolute, Bullshit!

[;-) Unless, of course, those words have been manipulated to counter this comment. (-;]

Curtis Spangler

from C. Spangler, Nobody's Campaign Manager

Before Corporate Media fills your head with truth diversion tactics regarding the 1960s; especially 1967, there is something one should know.

"Hippy" & "Hippie" were Corporate Media terms created to diffuse budding alternative movements using peace & love as their foundation.

Children of the '60s were the first group of teenagers to become mass educated, who learned important lessons about history repeating itself.

In turn, those labeled hippie focused on creating alternative ways of doing things; rather than continue making the same mistakes their ancestors made.

Unfortunately this approach, gentle and peaceful as it was, threatened an already paranoid Powers That Be who established alternative as a hippie paradox; literally uprooting forward thinking.

While this was happening a lot of young men called "hippie", "left", or "radical" were sent off to Vietnam (in effect) to be murdered by their own parents, who had sanctioned war for politicians and 'powers that be'.


Alice’s Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie from Scott Wade

[Small World Reference: Although Arlo is younger, we went to school in the same area, met numerous times, and here’s my side of the story.

Two patrons of my school were Mr. & Mrs. Norman Rockwell, who lived in Stockbridge, MA. and invited students who maintained a 4.0 (A) average to their home for tea.

On Sunday afternoons the school would drop us off at the Rockwell’s and tea was absolutely charming, but that is not what this story is about.

This story is also about Alice, because everyone who knew about her restaurant, knew she had the absolute best homemade apple pie and vanilla ice cream, anywhere in the area, and it was only served on Sunday afternoons.

:) I even remember her husband walking through the back door, carrying large tubs of fresh churned ice cream to the kitchen, as we sat at the back tables drooling.

Anyhow, when we’d finish tea with the Rockwell’s, we’d go through the sun porch, out the backdoor, down the steps to the path that led to an old carriage house converted into a garage.

Before the driveway there was a sidewalk, on the left, that went to a door in the fence, that opened across from the alley leading to the backdoor of Alice’s Restaurant.

Eliding a bunch of frosty stories, much later Arlo bought a place down the street from one of my late, longest time, sincerely missed, best friends [George C] and his family.]

Like differences between words Cracked and Hacked, where the wrong word [Hacked ???] is consistently used, Corporate Media could not wrap themselves around the fact, or understand, those called hippie considered politics to be a "there's that one again" scenario; i.e., ...something which has no history of ever working; except, within a positive Royalist environment.

Ultimately, those called hippie were sabotaged by politicians and subjected to stuff like this:

People's Park
People's Park, Berkeley, CA ~ Photograph: Ron Stinnett

where human beings were seriously injured or killed.

Another thing that needs to be cleared up is Corporate Media's lumping anything "Hippy" with "Left" or "Radical Left" together, because they were three different things.

Politicians also had a problem with '60s style and males having long hair. They made jokes about the young, saying things like "you can't tell the boys from the girls in public anymore."

Then there was associated projected violence, which was NEVER a part of what was called hippie, no matter how many pictures or videos of Charles Manson Corporate Media throw at you!

Outernet

A Little Personal Background:

On Oct 6, 1966 L.S.D. became illegal. Shortly after, on January 14, 1967, a Human Be-In was held [click for Lisa Law Photographs] in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco.

The Human Be-In was a turning point referenced in:

Psychedelic Trips For The Mind

Psychedelic Trips For The Mind

by Paul Krassner

Chapter 3, The Grateful Dead, Page 82:

Group Hallucination

by Curtis

San Francisco, 1967, the Human Be-In.

Something odd happened at this Gathering of the Tribes that still permeates my mind. I have confirmed that I was not the only one who experienced this.

Right before the Grateful Dead played, there was a "gentle person" from India who offered blessings from the stage. While this was occurring, a group of folks in the back of the crowd started screaming, "Fuck you, bring on the band," and other derogatory comments.

The person on stage stopped for a moment, kind of gazed in the general direction of the comments, bowed, and something that looked like a lightening bolt left him, and struck in that general area, illuminating it with light. This in turn seemed to swell the energy to even greater heights, and I heard the words, "Don't freak with a freak" come from the Cosmic Kitchen.

It was only a matter of moments before the Dead were (chuckle) tuned up and playing. This is when the oddity took place. I think the band was playing a song called "Alligator." The audience energy was swirling in what appeared to be a circle and gave the impression of being on a gigantic carousel. This swirling re-formed into this incredible egg-like shape of light that appeared above the stage, and everyone's body seemed to dissolve.

What happened next is hard to describe. It was like the light had joined everyone there together, and the realm of individuality was gone. There was a mutual chill of excitement that filled the air, and I began to hear comments like: "I think we made it." "Are we here?" "This is it!" And "God, isn't it beautiful?" For a moment there was absolute silence. We were all stuck in this "egg of light," and it was beyond any beauty that I could describe in words.

It was at this point I heard the words "Where do we go from here?" come from the Cosmic Kitchen. Almost instantaneously, I heard hundreds of responses come from the crowd, and very few were identical. The light began to fade, and in a flash we were back to the stage and crowd. I did hear folks asking one another, "Did you experience that?" among other questions, and the answer was yes.

When everything came back together, something new was present. It no longer seemed that we were one big family. It appeared that we somehow had resettled into smaller groups that were perhaps now driven by ego. Coincidently, this sort of shows up in successive events pertaining to the history of Haight/Ashbury and that culture.

This experience at the Be-In kept running through my mind. In the early '70s, Ram Dass and I discussed this at length, while sitting on the roof of the Palace Heights Hotel in Delhi, India. We came to the conclusion that this incident, which occurred in Golden Gate Park, was the beginning of what we termed the "Social Karma Ego Dharma Games," or a point where people started growing apart, rather than growing together.

At free concert in the park ~ photograph by Tom Houston

Celebrating the 40th Anniversary
of the Summer of Love

by Paul Krassner

Actually, the Summer of Love in 1967 was born on October 6, 1966, the day that LSD became illegal. In San Francisco, at precisely two o'clock in the afternoon, a cross-fertilization of mass protest and tribal celebration took place, as several hundred individuals simultaneously swallowed tabs of acid while the police stood by helplessly. Internal possession was not against the law. The CIA had originally envisioned using LSD as a means of control, but millions of young people became explorers of their own inner space. Acid was serving as a vehicle to help deprogram themselves from a civilization of insane priorities. The nuclear family was exploding. Extended families were developing into an alternative society.

There had always been a spirit of counterculture, taking different forms along the way. Just as the beats had evolved from the bohemians, the hippies were now evolving from the beats. No longer did you have to feel like the only Martian on your block. There were sub communities developing across the country. "Make love, not war" had become more than a simple slogan. The banning of LSD also affected Bay Area underground papers. The political Berkeley Barb got psychedelicized and the psychedelic San Francisco Oracle got politicized. The CIA's scenario had backfired.

The blossoming of the flower children--encompassing sex, drugs and rock'n'roll--was at its core a spiritual revolution, with religions of repression being replaced by religions of liberation, where psychotropic drugs became a sacrament, sensuality developed into exquisite forms of personal art, and the way you lived your daily life demonstrated the heartbeat of your politics. There was an epidemic of idealism. Altruism became the highest form of selfishness.

Greek philosopher Socrates said, "Know thyself." Novelist Norman Mailer said, "Be thyself." And the '60s counterculture said, "Change thyself." Comedian George Carlin--who had entered show biz in the late '50s, wearing a suit and tie, performing traditional stand-up schtick--started surfing on that wave. He reinvented himself visually--jeans, T-shirt, beard, ponytail--and acknowledges that smoking marijuana really helped him to fine-tune his material.

"My comedy changed because my life changed," he says. "The act followed what was going on in me. Humor is very subjective, and what I was doing on stage didn't match up with what was going on in my life or the country--1967 was the Summer of Love, it was the height of the cultural revolution--love, peace, free sex, all crested that summer. Everything was changing. I was playing big shows like Jack Paar and Ed Sullivan, but inside I was anti-authority and I hated that shit. Parents might not have been able to relate, so I went to the kids. I was using my act to further my ideas about the times."

The mainstream media began to catch up with a whole new generation of pioneers traveling westward without killing a single Indian along the way. San Francisco became the focus of this pilgrimage. On Haight Street, runaway youngsters--refugees from their own famiies--stood outside a special tourist bus--guided by a driver "trained in sociological significance"--and they held mirrors up to the cameras pointing at them from the bus windows, so that the tourists would get photos of themselves trying to take photos of hippies. When Time magazine decided to do a cover story on hippies, a cable to their San Francisco bureau instructed researchers to "go at the description and delineation of the subculture as if you were studying the Samoans or the Trobriand Islanders."

This was at a time when a rumor that you could get legally high from smoking dried banana skins was eagerly spread across the country. In San Francisco, there was a banana smoke-in, and an entrepreneur started a successful banana-powder mail-order business, charging $5 an ounce. Agents from the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs headed for their own laboratory, faithfully cooking, scraping and grinding thirty pounds of bananas, following a recipe published by the underground weeklies. For three weeks the FDA utilized apparatus that "smoked" the dried banana peels. The Los Angeles Free Press promoted another hallucinogenic--pickled jalapeno peppers, anally inserted. All over southern California, heads were shoving vegetables up their asses. After I mentioned on stage that the next big drug would be FDA, sure enough, Time reported that there would be "a super-hallucinogen called FDA." Silly me, I thought I had made that up.

And then there was Newsweek. Kate Coleman, who, before graduating from UC-Berkeley, was busted at a sit-in by the Free Speech Movement, got a job there in New York.

"In the summer of 1967," she recalls, "Newsweek indirectly bought enough grass and paraphernalia to warrant a felony sentence in New York of one to 15 years. Only three years behind the times, it was decided to do a cover story on marijuana, and naturally I was assigned to the story. I went down to the Lower East Side's Psychedelicatessen and purchased two beautiful water pipes, a hash pipe, roach holders, a dozen packets of cigarette papers, and a few little psychedelic toys. What a haul!

"I also bought two ounces of Acapulco Gold and one ounce of Panama Red from my favorite exclusive downtown dealer. Newsweek footed the whole bill without a ripple, and I got the payola of a lifetime. But it didn't end there. The fact that marijuana was to be legitimized twixt the pages of Newsweek gave rise to unexpected curiosity on the part of both the senior editor and the writer of the piece, both of whom decided, independent of each other, that their respective editing and writing would lack verisimilitude unless they tried the stuff. I was approached by people all over the magazine, asking me to get them some pot."

* * *

A highlight of the Summer of Love for me was an acid trip at the 1967 Expo in Montreal. I had been invited to speak at the Youth Pavilion and also to give my impressions, on Canadian TV, of the United States Pavilion, a huge geodesic dome engineered by Buckminster Fuller. Before entering the U.S. pavilion, which was guarded by marines who had attended a special Protocol School, I ingested a 300-microgram tab of LSD.

"This pavilion is really beautiful, with all these flowing colors," I said to the interviewer. "You don't see them, but I do. There's an interesting kind of symbolism, though. These military men, combat marines, I don't see that in any other pavilion, military men guiding you around, saying, 'Yes, there's the Little Girls room' or 'Would you like to touch my medals for killing Viet Cong?' I think it's very appropriate that we should be standing right here by the largest escalator in the western hemisphere, since my country is the greatest escalator of the war in southeast Asia....What I would like to do, as a gesture of my commitment--since I feel there's something lacking in the American Pavilion, which is a certain recognition of the fact that the country is really split in two--since we're a nation of symbols, I would like to indulge in a symbolic act. I have my draft card here."

"You're kidding."

"Would I kid about a thing like that?"

"It's his draft card."

(It was really a photostat of my draft card, since I burned one each time I was invited to speak at a college campus.)

"And I'll hold a match here."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"If I may."

"He's burning his draft card. How about that for a scoop, hey?"

"Now, the reason I'm doing this is, again, because we get hung up on symbols. People will be more upset about this than about the fact that children are being burned alive in Vietnam...."

The marine lieutenant called his captain. When the interview was finished, the captain told me it was against the law to burn my draft card. So I took out my draft card and showed it to him.

"But he burned it," the lieutenant insisted. "I saw him, sir. He burned it."

"I burned a photostat of my draft card. So I lied on television. That's not a crime. People do it all the time."

"It's also against the law to make a copy of your draft card," the captain said.

"Well, I destroyed the evidence."

I knew that political demonstrations were barred at Expo, but I had managed to smuggle one in, along with the acid. The interview was labeled an "incident," and there was a heated argument between the U.S. Information Agency and the Canadian Broadcasting Company, but the incident was already on tape, so now it had become a free-speech issue. It would be shown on TV that night and become front-page news in Montreal papers the next day.

Just as I was leaving the pavilion, a band struck up a fanfare. I made the mistake of projecting my own feelings, and suddenly I was convinced that LSD had been sprayed into the air, that everybody was tripping, that peace and love were breaking out all over the world at that very moment. As I was wallking along, I started smiling at families and waving to them, and they were smiling at me and waving back. But then a core of reality came to the surface, the force of my own feedback made me turn around, and I saw that those same people were now pointing at me. What an asshole! I still blush with embarrassment.

Now, a non-profit organization, the Council of Light, has organized a free 40th Anniversary all-day concert to be held at Golden Gate Park on September 2 "intended to not only celebrate the music, but also resonate with the consciousness raising of the '60s as represented by eight goals chosen to receive donations and publicity from the concert. They are: Environmental Sustainability, Relieve Poverty & Hunger, Raise Education, Promote Gender Equality, Reduce Child Mortality, Improve Maternal Health, Combat AIDS, and create a Global Partnership for Development in undeveloped nations. Charities chosen by the Council representing these eight goals will receive all money raised beyond basic costs of the production."

For information, check out summeroflove40th@yahoo.com. But you don't have to be present at the concert to celebrate this phenomenon that occurred four decades ago--an evolutionary jump in consciousness--exploding out of the blandness and repression of the Eisenhower-Nixon years. Currently, a mass awakening, exploding out of the blandness and repression of the Bush-Cheney years, seems to be happening again. Or is that just wishful thinking?

* * *

I asked several folks to recollect an aspect of what the Summer of Love meant to them.

Stephen Gaskin--author of Cannabis Spirituality:

When the Human Be-In of January 1967 at Golden Gate Park was conceived, it was against the background of sit-in's and teach-in's and was somewhat inspired by the civil rights movement. It was like a true rumor when the word on Haight Street was that all the hippies were supposed to come out to the Polo Field and see us all together.

I walked up to that gang of hippies filling the meadow, and I had to sit down and lean against a tree as if I was coming on to acid. While I was coming on, a mounted policeman rode up to look at the crowd and was addressed by a woman, also surveying the crowd.

She said, "Officer, my son is down there. Help me find him."

The officer replied, "Ma'am, everybody down there is smoking marijuana. I can't go down there."

Later on, down by the stage, I saw a guy who seemed to be trying to hypnotize a young woman who was on acid by waving an incense stick in her face and rapping on her intently. I thought he was messing with her mind and she seemed to be in trouble. I tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and said, "Do you need to be rescued?"

She said, with evident relief, "Yes, please!"

She and I walked over to the edge of the crowd and sat on the grass and she laid her head on my knee and finished coming on until she felt strong enough to go dig the rock and roll.

It was the first time we got to see how many of us there were.

Stewart Brand--publisher of The Whole Earth Catalog:

As I recall, it was either late in 1967 or early next year that just the torso of the lovable dope dealer Superspade was found hanging from a tree out by Ocean Beach, signalling that the Mob was taking over from the amateurs, and the high times were not over, but the luv was.

The displaced amateur dealers, now skilled entrepreneurs, took their budding business acumen elsewhere in the 1970s, starting all manner of companies, such as Whole Earth Access (same name as my Catalog, quite different people).

Roberta Price--author of Huerfano: a memoir of life in the counterculture:

In the summer of 1967, between junior and senior year, I got job in London as assistant to the Young Ideas editor at British Vogue. I was a very young 21, but nobody asked if I had any ideas. I got sandwiches for Mandy Clapperton, the acting Young Ideas editor (the previous one was out with hepatitis). I went for clothes at Mary Quant and peeked over the office partition as a Beatle or Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithful walked through the office. They all seemed frail and vulnerable in person.

My U.S. friend Pam was studying in London that summer, and at night we swung through Swinging London together. At Granny Takes a Trip, I bought a white crocheted dress that stopped a few inches below my crotch. Pam bought dope from a young Englishmen. We couldn't find rolling papers, so Pam used tampon wrapper paper to roll joints, which worked. On Carnaby Street, we bought bubble dresses for us and Nehru jackets for the guys back home.

On weekend nights we went to the UFO, which had a constant light show and a staff who sold acid. The Liverpool Love Festival, Procul Harem, Tomorrow, the Pink Floyd, Arthur Brown, Eric Burdon and Fairport Convention played. We danced with men but couldn't hear their names; the flashing lights were enough to give you an epileptic fit. The crowd was a bit international, the space was dark, flash lit, grimy, vast.

Pam and I got $79 round-trip tickets on a German student train from London to Athens. It took three days, and all day long they piped American rock music over the sound system. Their musical taste wasn't as good as at the UFO. I heard "When you go to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair" at least 50 times. We danced in the aisles anyway.

In Greece, we rented a VW bug with two young Englishmen we met on the train. We drove around for a week, camping out at Delphi on the full moon. I was restless and dreamed of the Oracle. She was younger than I but looked like a hippie with her ethnic leather sandals and the wreath in her hair. She told me that after that summer, everything would be different. I already knew it.

Darryl Henriques--author of 50 Ways to Pave the Earth.

I began my professional show business career in 1967 when I joined the San Francisco Mime Troupe, earning the princely sum of $5 a performance. We were doing an antiwar Commedia play called The Military Lover. The Fillmore, the Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, the Doors, the Beatles, the Stones, the Byrds, the Animals--all of God's creatures--you remember, don't you? That was the year Captain Kirk hot-rodded around the galaxy in the Starship Enterprise and Dustin Hoffman graduated with Mrs. Robinson. Allen Ginsberg was Howling, Paul Krassner was realizing, Abbie Hoffman was freeloading, and Scoop Nisker on KSAN in San Francisco was telling everyone, "If you don't like the news, then go out and make some of your own!"

We took the show on the road ($65 per week, a 1300% raise) and traveled across the country performing in theaters and colleges. It seemed every time we got to a college Dow Chemical had just been there, was coming there or, in the case of the University of Wisconsin, they were there. Dow was going to colleges across the country to recruit students to assist them in the crucial task of fabricating napalm to be used in Vietnam.

Next morning we went to the demonstration at the Commerce building, and at one point someone picked up a bugle and blew the signal to charge. The students immediately surrounded the building, and a group of them went in to conduct a peaceful sit-in. The campus police were unable to convince the protesters to leave, so the Chancellor called in the city police who took it upon themselves to beat the students with their nightsticks and spray them with tear gas, sending 30 of them to the hospital. It was officially the first violent protest against the peaceful protesting of the Vietnam War and Dow Chemical.

The irony was that according to the public relations director of Dow, they "could not have gotten better advertising" than student protests. They even started a company publication called the Napalm News. Not only that, but more students signed up to be interviewed, and on many campuses it became a "badge of honor" to be interviewed. Dow was justifiably infamous for their production of napalm, but their product that did more damage to people and the environment was Agent Orange. It was an equal opportunity weapon since it poisoned American servicemen as well as Vietnamese peasants. Better death through chemistry.

Little did I know how crucial it was for America to stop the Vietnamese from invading America. But thank God, in the end we won and now the Vietnamese are busy making our running shoes and sewing our T-shirts. You have to admit that killing over two million people to get them to make our running shoes was a bit extreme, but such are the pitfalls of the global economy.

Ken Babbs--Merry Prankster:

Where were Ken Kesey and the Pranksters? They had already gone, as Peter Coyote put it, "under the asphalt." The previous year, after two busts for marijuana, Kesey had faked a suicide and disappeared into Mexico, leaving me in charge of the bus and ramrodding the Acid Tests in LA which came to a screaming halt the day before LSD became illegal when the bus and the Pranksters slunk out of town and hied off to Mexico to join up with Kesey, everyone to return to the Hoo Ess Ay when Kesey gave hisself up to the FBI and was sentenced to six months in jail.

Kesey and Paige took the fall so the Pranksters could go free, reason being to keep Neal Cassady from going to trial. He'd already been busted twice and had done two years in the Big House for two joints, and with one more conviction he'd be up for a life sentence. In the high days of the Summer of Love, the whole fershlugglnger crew cranked up the bus and drove down to the sheriff's honor camp to visit Kesey and Paige. They parked in the lot next to the camp, speakers playing James Brown, Pranksters in their Day-Glo regalia, lined up at the gate to be checked in.

At the end of the day the bus pulled out, "Hit the Road, Jack" blaring, up the Bayshore into San Francisco to the Haight and a stop at 711 Ashbury to visit the Dead before they, too, got busted, the only appearance of the Pranksters in the Summer of Love carnival, and then it was back to Oregon, to gardening, building, kids in school, digging under the asphalt, deeper, joined by Kesey and Paige in the leaf-changing days of fall.

Mountain Girl--author of Primo Plant: Growing Marijuana Outdoors:

Before the moon-shot, before Watergate, one summer a long long time ago, there was The Hippies. They came to our Fair City, from every town, every place in the country, from near and far, looking for the Haight-Ashbury. They were young, gripped with restlessness and seeking a higher way of life. They filled the sidewalks of the old neighborhood--looking, seeking, clutching old suitcases, barefoot and hungry, with no particular place to be. Girls with raccoon eyes wept in the arms of boys just out of the Scouts, as hope faded for hot food and a safe place to sleep. Exhaustion and grime settled over them, and as weeks passed, more and more came.

The local shopkeepers tried to cope, and the young stole and carried off whatever they could. Puppies on strings and kittens stuffed in pockets accompanied the march. The good folk were moved to give food, some helped the mob find sleeping space, but crime soared and frightened them. The mayor of Fair City awoke in a foul mood and ordered sweeps, and the police raided freely. Tear gas rolled over the crowded street as thousands of lives touched and found each other and eventually themselves Music and songs from sidewalk songwriters filled the smokey air as joy spilled over and changed Fair City into Hippie Heaven.

And even today, Haight Street is filled with signs, clues, artifacts, reminders of the glory days for sale in a hundred shops. Go there and see for yourself.

This page is labeled as FlyingSnail Views and relates to the above.

Headed to free concert at Marx Meadow, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, CA
Going to a concert at Speedway Meadow, Golden Gate Park
via Autumn Fenders 1969 Photo Album by Ralph Davis

Notes from ~@~


Padress on Chapman Stick SG12 from Nima Rezai


Sonic Lights experimenting with Delton Davis & the Mallet Kat from Nima Rezai

 

SDR Radio ~ Software Defined Radio

Raspberry Pi 3, NOAA 15, 18, 19, & SDR

First Image from NOAA-19 via NASA Goddard Space Flight Center
First Image from NOAA-19 ~ NASA Goddard Space Flight Center Source

For almost forty-five years I have enjoyed receiving weather satellite images from space and thought I would try using a 'stand-alone' Raspberry Pi 3 with a NooElec SDR, and an EDUP WiFi interface. [Click to Continue Readimg]

Current [201703.21] SDR,  SDR~ RPi3 ~ NOAA RX
Test Two (2) 201703.22: Raspberry Pi 3 w/EDUP WiFi ~ Speaker ~ Usmile® SDR

SDR ~ RPi3 ~ NOAA RX
Test One (1) 201703.17: Raspberry Pi 3 ~ NooElec SDR ~ EDUP WiFi
4x USB Extender ~ [Click to Continue Readimg]

Notes from ~@~


Carlin Step, DJ Steve Porter & Eli Wilkie from Roland Kardeby


The Great Bell Chant (The End of Suffering) from R Smittenaar

Beautiful Child


One Day, Matisyahu from 100%


Unsung Hero from Rattakarn Srithavatchai "Garn"

Belote's Studio 354 ~ Artist's Gallery & Bay Area Showcase, Oakland, CA

Studio 354

California Art
from the collection of Edan Hughes
February 8, 2017 ~ April 2, 2017
Belote's Studio 354 ~ 354 W. MacArthur Blvd, Oakland, California

Karl Cohen ~ Association International du Film d'Animation SF Newsletter

March 2017 ASIFA-SF

ZOOTOPIA” AND “THE RED TURTLE” WON THE TOP ANNIE PRIZES Disney’s Zootopia won the best animated feature award at ASIFA-Hollywood’s 44th Annie Awards Ceremony along with prizes for best writing, character design, storyboarding and voice acting (Zootopia tied with Moana for best character acting). Michael, Dudok de Wit’s Oscar nominated The Red Turtle was given the best indie feature prize (co-produced by Studio Ghibli in Japan). Laika’s stop-motion and CG Kubo and the Two Strings earned three awards (character animation, production design, and editorial). Disney’s Moana was the other feature winner, collecting two Annies for animated effects and voice acting. [Click to Continue]

Mike Wilhelm ~ Charlatans, Flamin' Groovies, Loose Gravel, and more


Louie, Louie ~ Mike Wilhelm & Hired Guns from ed chatham

Great MP3 Podcasts via Mike Wilhelm

Hear The People ~ http://www.flyingsnail.com/Podcast/HearThePeople.mp3

Sympathy For The Devil ~ http://www.flyingsnail.com/Podcast/SympathyForTheDevil.mp3

When You Got A Good Friend ~ http://www.flyingsnail.com/Podcast/WhenYouGotAGoodFriend.mp3

Notes from ~@~


On the Bus, Carolyn Mountain Girl Garcia from vimeo



Freedom of expression and freedom of speech aren't really important unless they're heard...It's hard for me to stay silent when I keep hearing that peace is only attainable through war. And there's nothing more scary than watching ignorance in action. So I dedicated this Emmy to all the people who feel compelled to speak out and not afraid to speak to power and won't shut up and refuse to be silenced. ~ Tom Smothers



Cree Prophecy

Only after the last tree has been cut down,

Only after the last river has been poisoned,

Only after the last fish has been caught,

Only then will you find money cannot be eaten.



Develop Your Mind, Not Sacred Sites

Develop Your Mind, Not Sacred Sites

In an 1868 treaty, drafted at Fort Laramie in Sioux country, the United States established the Black Hills as part of the Great Sioux Reservation, set aside for exclusive use by the Sioux people. However, after the discovery of gold there in 1874, the United States confiscated the land in 1877. To this day, ownership of the Black Hills remains the subject of a legal dispute between the U.S. government and the Sioux.



Blue flowers and a Pink flamingo, Flying Snail Ranch's garden
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?



Sacred Clowns

The Heyókȟa symbolize and portray many aspects of the sacred, the Wakȟáŋ. Their satire presents important questions by fooling around. They ask difficult questions, and say things others are too afraid to say. By reading between the lines, the audience is able to think about things not usually thought about, or to look at things in a different way.

Principally, the Heyókȟa functions both as a mirror and a teacher, using extreme behaviors to mirror others, thereby forcing them to examine their own doubts, fears, hatreds, and weaknesses. Heyókȟas also have the power to heal emotional pain; such power comes from the experience of shame--they sing of shameful events in their lives, beg for food, and live as clowns. They provoke laughter in distressing situations of despair and provoke fear and chaos when people feel complacent and overly secure, to keep them from taking themselves too seriously or believing they are more powerful than they are.

In addition, sacred clowns serve an important role in shaping tribal codes. Heyókȟa's don't seem to care about taboos, rules, regulations, social norms, or boundaries. Paradoxically, however, it is by violating these norms and taboos that they help to define the accepted boundaries, rules, and societal guidelines for ethical and moral behavior. This is because they are the only ones who can ask "Why?" about sensitive topics and employ satire to question the specialists and carriers of sacred knowledge or those in positions of power and authority. In doing so, they demonstrate concretely the theories of balance and imbalance. Their role is to penetrate deception, turn over rocks, and create a deeper awareness. From Word Worlds, Where simplifying complexity becomes art.

Nobody for President ~ NONE of the ABOVE should be a choice on voter ballots

Curtis Spangler & Wavy Gravy, Nobody for President San Francisco Rally, October 12, 1976 - Photograph: James Stark
Curtis Spangler & Wavy Gravy, Nobody for President Rally, 197610.12 ~ Photo: James Stark


American Dream, George Carlin from Ishtar [Not Work Safe]

Nobody should have that much power
Nobody for President 2020 = NONE OF THE ABOVE on Voter Ballots



Oh, I hope that I see you again I never even caught your name As you looked through my window pane ~ So I'm writing this message today I'm thinking that you'll have a way Of hearing the notes in my tune ~ Where are you going? Where have you been? I can imagine other worlds you have seen ~ Beautiful faces and music so serene ~ So I do hope I see you again My universal citizen You went as quickly as you came ~ You know the power Your love is right You have good reason To stay out of sight ~~ But break our illusions and help us Be the light ~ Message by Mike Pinder




Why I Think This World Should End, Brandon Sloan



Without love in the dream, it will never come true. ~ Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. ~ John Lennon

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