They wussed out and renamed Murder Burger “Redrum Burger,” thus defeating their own stated goal of making the store more family friendly. Supposedly, because the store was not owned by the original people, even though the sale happened years ago, the new owners had to rename it a couple years back.
Three independent book stores survive yet. I like their atmosphere, but they never seem to have the book I’m looking for, so I end up at Borders anyway. sigh.
Hippies deserve the opprobrium scorn and contempt heaped upon them.
They have a lot to answer for. It was Hippies that ruined that otherwise great movie Billie Jack with those horribly painful “street theatre” scenes.
I had my doubts about Hippies during the town meeting scene when that 13 year old girl started talking (in a way that was also horribly painful to watch) about how she figured it was her sexuality that was upsetting the townies. I gave you guys the benefit of the doubt, over that. I figured it was just that one nut-job in every group.
After the street theatre bits, there could be no doubt, no defense of the hippies. Oh how I longed for the townies to burn the school and drive out the hippies!
Later they remade Billy Jack leaving out the hippies. What was left was called Rambo and it was good. No more scathing indictment of hippie culture need be made.
Not in all the intervening years have I heard a denouncement of Street theatre from the left.
Until you’ve answered for this there is no defense for the morally bankrupt hypocrisy of hippies.
Lest you think that was long ago, let me remind you that mimes evolved out of street theatre and even these days in war protests and such you hippies put on little symbolic plays.
Damn you. Damn you all to hell.
Dude, Dr. Johnny Fever was in those “street theatre” scenes. Bad Scylla!
Oh, no you don’t! Not a chance, bunky, you ain’t blaming mimes on us, by God. The utter collapse of sexual morality? Kinsey. The rise of depravity? Gays. The inculcation of collectivist values in our young? Big Bird. Deconstructionism? The French. The demise of respect for authority? THAT was us, and damn proud of it! We’re Americans, we’re revolutionarys, revolutionarys are supposed to undermine authority!
But not mimes! No sir!
Stretched on the rack with rodents gnawing my 'nads, I’ll cop to crab lice, VD, bad acid, and In A Gadda Da Vida.
But not mimes! No fucking way are you pinning that on us!
DNA is a chemical, a bunch of atoms interconnected, and it damn sure has a purpose.
You can deny it all you want, Elucidator. Mimes dress all in black with those funny little hats, like beatniks.
Mimes are street theatre. We technocrats on the right did away with Street theatre by inventing the Tv. You brought it back.
As a youth, I enjoyed drugs, loose women, and a morally superior self-indulgent fleeing from responsibility. I enjoyed criticicizing things I didn’t know about as much as the next guy.
But you guys brought back street theatre.
You show me one right-wing mime, just one and I’ll offer you the benefit of the doubt.
The fact is that every fucking single mime that ever lived is a lefty. It’s your fault.
The prosecution rests.
Oh, yeah? Well, then, who says: “You have the right to remain silent…”?
A hippy or the authoritarian power figure of the repressive crypto-fascist state?
Peace on you!
Ha! Gotcha! Karl Rove! (Ventriloquism is a form of mime! Is too!)
The sad thing is, as much as I want to smack 'Luci around and go down on Scylla, 'luci is the guy I have to side with these days.
Fuck, I hate Dubya for not letting me be a conservative any more.
What’s wrong with melting walls and tracers? Ain’t nothing wrong with recreational use of LSD if that’s what one enjoys.
Yeah, get rid of the Miranda Warning! That’ll help bring peace and goodwill. :rolleyes:
Scylla, I never made the connection between Billy Jack and Rambo before. Nice linking. I’ve gone from disdain for hippies to a setthing, blood-boiling hatred of them. Great analogy. 
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend…
This really cracks me up.
Haven’t you ever heard of a “MacGuffin”? See, fool, the Hippies were a plot device. They were somethin’ shiny for y’all to watch while the ignant townfolk beat the stuffing out of them Indians and turned their horses into Alpo.
To oversimplify, in a way, the Hippies in Billy Jack are kind of like Trinculo, the jester in The Tempest. Or like Kramer on Seinfeld. They keeps the reg’lar folk from gettin’ too d’pressed and outta sorts.
Silly Cutter.
You’d better be some kind of Space Coyote.
'cause if you’re Aldous Huxley, you’ve got some answering to do. Your intro to the Signet Bhagavad Gita is wholly substandard.
Agreed. There’s nothing wrong with it if that’s what you enjoy. Doesn’t make you a burnout or a loser.
Too bad you can only experience it every 5 years or so. All the chemists are dead or not able to do it anymore for one reason or another.
Hey, I never said they were effective doofuses. What folks in Davis do best is talk . . . at length. But sometimes they get things done.
The toad tunnel got installed. (Long story, and not nearly as stupid in the beginning as it was at the end.)
The statue of the joggers was relocated so that the pointing finger wouldn’t put anyone’s eye out.
And on a more positive note, the human-powered carosel got installed in Central Park. (I think that thing is totally cool and very, very Davis.)
Eh? Only if you think that there is a plan for the universe…
Karl Rove is a ventriloquist???
That’s your example of a mime?
First off, Mimes are silent. That’s what makes them Mimes. The not talking. Ventriloquists talk.
Quad et Demonstratum: Ventriloquists are not Mimes.
Besides, we are not talking about figurative Mimes, or figurative ventriloquists, whether figuratively speaking Karl Rove is a ventriloquist, or not.
I am talking real Mimes. The kind that follow you in malls and try to escape from behind make beleive glass. The kind that follow you and imitate your walk.
Real Mimes.
You people, you fucking hippies are responsible for them. I understand that you are in denial. I understand that this revelation rocks your worldview.
The thing to do is to stand up, be a man, and apologize for street theatre on behalf of the entire counterculture. You need to say you’re sorry. You need to face what you have wrought. Only then can the healing begin.
Quod Erat Demonstrandum.
Sorry, but didn’t mimes predate hippies? By a good bit?
Not that this arguement isn’t fun. If you want to ignore ancient mimage and just continue, be my guest.
Pullet - were you around when they shot Crossbreed the escaped steer in front of Mrak Hall? Talk about a Davis tempest.