The Problem is not Guns! It’s…

Came across this gem:

The problem is not guns

I see it more this way:

It is….

*Minds without Logic & Reason

*Homes without Love & Involvement

*Schools without Creativity & Freedom…

The last one I agree with… we don’t have Justice in the courts because the government answers to a Higher Power (Corporate Banks).

The government (Republicans or Democrats it doesn’t matter) keeps the People ignorant to maintain complete power…

…and Religion poisons everything…

Discipline in the home? Presumably discipline as in don’t spare the rod (as the plate on this vehicle is owned by someone religious)?

Recently on the news, there was a story about a couple bringing up their children with ‘strict biblical values’ and they ended up killing one of their children because they did not spare the rod... they had been reading that book by a married religious couple called The Pearls called ‘To Train up a Child’…. really??

We have never hit our son. Not once… and he’s the most genuine, politest, caring boy I know.

Our hearts should be without any number of the gods out there.

We don’t need gods to do the right thing. We need Logic Reason & Empathy. Something we all have as humans – who haven’t been poisoned by dogma.

Keep all religion out of public schools unless it is a class about religion. You want your religion to be a part of your education? Go to a religious school and knock yourself out.  Public school? Uhm no. I don’t want my tax dollars going to the religious and the myths they believe.

There should be no flags, no pledge of allegiance, no prayer or any of the other BS.

We go to school to learn skills that will help us in life. That’s it.

We are too diverse a culture to be pushing religious beliefs and political ideals on others.

Nix the prayer in school (though meditation and self reflecting could take its place) and push creativity and freedom to learn, explore, ask questions and not worry about test scores.

We should be learning for the sake of learning.

Guns aren’t the problem, Humans – and their gods are!


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You also might like to read:

What is a Friend?  https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/who-what-is-a-friend-really/

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/12/04/your-prayers-aint-helping/

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/11/18/i-was-talking-about-the-existence-of-god-creation-with-a-christian-recently/

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/09/03/99-of-the-christians-i-know-are-hypocrites-heres-why/

Taiwanniversary Twenty One!

January 7, 2016.

Wow. Another year has just flown by.  So much life packed into 365 days…. and with this year being a leap year, with its 366 days, I’ll be setting out to accomplish much more – especially with that extra day!

This post started out as a New Year Blog Entry, but I was quite busy performing and before I knew it, today knocked and I realized it was the anniversary of the day I came to this Island – so I’ve blended my New Year Post with my Taiwanniversary Post.

I’ve jotted down my thoughts, hopes and yes, even a few fears for this year 2016.

I have also thought a lot about 2015 and the past in general. I thought about my family specifically my brothers and mother whom I have not seen in over 10 years (I haven’t left the Island for 10 years!), the birthdays, holidays and other special occasions I’ve missed.

I have thought about Friends who died this year..

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/08/17/a-friend-a-legacy-your-life-matters/

But it has been a wonderful Journey with all the bumps and beauty that go with a Journey.

I pondered my 20 year Taiwanniversary and what’s been happening since last year on this day (you can pop over and read a nice light piece on how I ended up on this awesome island as I do not want to repeat myself):

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/twenty-year-taiwanniversary-and-how-it-happened/

I am grateful for so many things.

So here I am and it is right around lunch time and the sun is out here in Taichung, Taiwan. The birds are chirping, my cat is playing with a small imaginary animal.  My banana trees are swaying in the soft breeze, my dog is sunning himself in the yard. I just washed all my socks and they are hanging on the line.

Life is indeed good.

As I was bopping around getting little tidbits done before I performed with my band at a New Year Celebration in the city, I pondered upon this past year. All of the new people I’ve met, the many musicians I’ve been working with, how I’ve pushed myself to be more creative, how I have challenged and continue to challenge myself and expand my horizons.  It’s been pretty awesome. I am satisfied with my life, have made wonderful relationships with awesome people from around the world…

Speaking of around the world…

I’ve grown dismayed at what I see happening around our planet. The melting of the polar ice caps; the polarization of the masses making an Us against Them environment; corporate welfare; money in politics; hypocrisy in government; climate change (and the idiots that deny it); the dumbing down of the Citizenry; a bias media owned only by a handful of corporations…  is Freedom going the way of Orwell’s 1984?

What can we do about it?

On a more personal level. I am watching closely both Taiwan and the USA as both countries are entering election years. This should be interesting.

The differences between Taiwan and the USA when it comes to voting are quite different.  Taiwan’s leaders win by popular vote while in the US they do not. In both countries there is money in politics… but it is much worse and exploited in the US.

Both countries are a bit volatile.

The US looks like it could have another Civil War in the coming years. It is so divided. Not the Land of The Free anymore.

Taiwan has an occupying party called the KMT. They fled to the Island in the late 40s after losing a civil war in China with the Communists. Though, the first elected president was Lee Denghui in 1996, he eventually left the KMT. The KMT then lost the election to the DPP 民主進步黨 (Democratic Progressive Party)
in 2000.

After what looked like a dubious coup that ousted their elected president Chen Shui Bien on charges the KMT has also been guilty of (bribery charges), the KMT was again voted in.

The current President Ma  馬英九 who was born in HongKong is a wishy-washy suck up to China. China ridiculously claims sovereignty over Taiwan and Ma has tried to negotiate deals with China that would hurt Taiwan.  The Taiwanese People are fed up and the KMT is most likely going to collapse which will put the DPP – who acknowledge Independence for Taiwan –  in power.

Get the popcorn out..this could get quite interesting on both sides of the world.
So here I am, enjoying a good life in Taiwan –  Twenty One Years of Awesome, while watching from afar the Fish Bowl that is the USA and wondering where this year will take us all.

My Mantra for this year…

*Help Build Strong Informed Communities as We The People can govern ourselves.
*Make Music… even if it’s just singing in the shower.
*Do something Artsy.
*Write down your Thoughts as stories, Poems, Reports and Essays.

*Eat Healthy.
*Exercise.
*Smile.
*DREAM!

Peace & Love Y’all

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Boston Paul in 1995

 
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You Might also like to read:

A few more Guidelines I’ve picked up as I forge through Life: https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/lifes-guidelines-2/

What is a Friend?  https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/who-what-is-a-friend-really/

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Odious, Scathing Blog Post Rewritten

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Boston Paul                                               DBT

It is 1:00AM. I’m ready to call it a night. But wait. There is this lingering thought in my head.
It just won’t go away.

I know I said it is water under the bridge. But I just can’t let it go.

I decided to post a follow up article in regard to the odious, meandering, scathing blog post about us from the other day.

I couldn’t resist.

I rewrote DBT’s article.  (No you didn’t!) Yes, I did.

I even renamed it.

I cut the meandering out. I cut out unnecessary scathing remarks and I breathed new life into his blog post. Facts and info… it’s now legit.

I’ve also included his original article  – scroll down – for comparison

To read all about the recent Hullabaloo .. you can find it here:

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/12/22/boston-paul-the-refuge-click-bait-our-response-to-an-odious-blog-post/

Happy Reading!

The Refuge, Hobo Happiness IV and Boston Paul

12-13-15

I went to The Refuge for the first time yesterday. It is right up Dong-Shan Road to the right of the little traffic circle on Buzi Road, but I got lost anyway.

I ended up doing a loop up and down the Da-keng mountain slope and back to the 7-11 on the corner of Buzi Road – I was on my bicycle.

The Refuge is not easy to find, but once you’ve been there, finding it again will be easy.  The entrance was about 300 NT and I estimate there were about sixty guests at the 4th Hobo Happiness.

The Refuge is in what must have been a beautiful, western-style, three story cement tiled home on a cul-de-sac, with walled entrance and a large patio and private backyard. The property may have seen better days and I suspect they may have gotten it cheaply after the 1999 earthquake affected the zone which it is in.

The reason for my visit was to attend a Facebook advertised Refuge event called Hobo Happiness IV with  – among others – musical guest Jack Conqueroo, a Robert Johnson-styled electric blues guitarist, harp player, and singer from Canada. He was rather good, though I feel his set was too short.

The act before him were a couple of aspiring male guitarists singing Dylanesque songs. Then came Mojo and Sons, who came on after Conqueroo. They were a country folk trio of banjo, guitar, kazoo, clarinet, and great harmonies.

I didn’t catch the name of the folk singer who came on after the bluegrass trio as I had to leave mid-set.

Before I left, I made sure to thank Boston Paul in person for publishing my radical articles on the Refuge Facebook page. Most of the time, Paul was marching around doing things to make his guests happy. At first, I had mistaken Paul for a slender, older gentleman with a patch on his left ear named Dave. He told Paul I was looking for him early on and I left it at that. The only person I recognized there was the guitar accompanist (also named Dave!) of a local blues singer that holds open-mic at PJ’s. I met and spoke with other nice people who had come from all over Taiwan to this event.

The “Food by Rita’s Kitchen” was simple and no pizza did I see from Rocky’s Pizza from 4pm when I arrived until 7:30 pm when I left. I’m not sure why there was no pizza. Perhaps I missed something.

Rita’s kitchen was vegetarian chili and pea soup. The bar served up a variety of alcoholic beverages of which I consumed three whiskey-ginger ales for 100 NT each.

I thought perhaps someone would bring out the hamburgers and sausages when the bonfire was lit, but there was nary a marshmallow roasted over it. It turns out the hosts started the bonfire, apparently a ritual at The Refuge – to keep people warm and to sing around after the main acts finished.

As I’m a big fan of meat, I left early – a bit hungry – to find food. On the way out, the street was clogged with motorcycles and cars of party-goers. Mine was the only bicycle I saw parked outside… I was hoping I could meet a few bicycle enthusiasts to ride with one day, perhaps I’ll have better luck next time.

Boston Paul is an interesting person, friendly and vivacious. He has a blog called ‘The Militant Hippi’ though he seems to be more the latter than the former.

I took a quick scan of his blog and saw a few posts I thought added to his charisma. He served in the U.S. army in the 1980s and played music at the ‘Wild Strawberry Movement’ rally in Taipei. He also recently celebrated his twentieth anniversary in Taiwan and commemorated the event with a blog post called “Taiwanniversary” where he reviews how he ended up living in Taichung, Taiwan. He is from Boston, not too far from where I am from in New York. A few rants about religion can also be found on his blog and he seems to support vegetarianism.

Paul holds degrees from UMass (Boston) in philosophy and English. And studied Mandarin multiple semesters at Donghai University here in Taichung. He also has an interest in martial arts (he opened a school once in Boston). It is clear that Boston Paul loves Chinese culture and Taiwan.

He has lived in the house in Dakeng where the Refuge is since 2000.  Apparently the Refuge used to be on land comprising of 60,000 ping at the old Dongshan Paradise theme park. The park hadn’t been used in years, and Paul saw an opportunity to use the space and expand The Refuge.

Though there are volunteers and friends who help out at The Refuge, “It’s financially self-sufficient,” Paul said in an interview in 2011.

Among his many projects, he founded LUVstock, a three-day music fest, that was held at Dongshan Paradise yearly, until the land was sold in 2013. Since then, they have been doing ‘Mini Luvs’ at the current Refuge until they find a new venue for their event.

Boston Paul is a busy man, but he has still managed to settle down enough to marry and raise a child. There is certainly a lot of sharing what he has with others and a new age spirit glow.

The events Boston Paul organizes are not about him, per se, but more about merging Taiwan’s ex-pats, the Taiwanese and the community at large to gather in the name of Art, Music, Community and good old fashion fun!

~FIN!

There you have it. It was nice. was it not? To the point and informative.

Now see what he wrote:

 The Original Article:

 

The DBT Article Reposted for your reading (dis)pleasure.

The Happy Hobo’s Refuge in Taichung

12-13-15

I went to The Refuge for the first time yesterday. It is right up Dong-Shan Road to the right of the little traffic circle on Buzi Road, but I got lost anyway; ended up doing a loop up and down the Da-keng mountain slope and back to the 7-11 on the corner of Buzi Road. After I got straight, the place was remote but easy to find. Around sixty guests paid 300 NT each to get in to the “4th Hobo Happiness.”

The Refuge is in what must have been a beautiful, western-style, two story cement tiled home on a cul-de-sac, with walled entrance and a large patio and private backyard. It is not beautiful anymore. If it were made of wood and not cement, it would be rotting apart. They may have gotten it cheaply after the 1999 earthquake affected the zone which it is in. The grounds are in shambles. Things are makeshift in the public area.

The reason for my visit was to attend a Facebook advertised “4th Hobo Happiness,” with musical guest Jack Conqueroo, a Robert Johnson-styled electric blues guitarist, harp player, and singer from Canada. He was rather good, though his set was too short. The  act before him, of two drunken male guitarists singing Dylanesque songs, went on too long. Mojo and Sons, who came on after Cook, was a country folk trio of banjo, guitar, kazoo, clarinet, and great harmonies. I didn’t catch the name of the pedestrian folk singer who came on after the bluegrass trio and talked too much about himself; I left mid-set.

Before I left, I made sure to thank Paul D… in person for publishing my radical articles on the Refuge Facebook page. Most of the time, Paul was marching around doing things to make the mostly thirty-five-year-old guests happy. At first, I had mistaken Paul for a man named Mitch, a dried up slender oldster with a patch on his left ear sitting with a younger Asian woman. He told Paul I was looking for him early on and I left it at that. The only person I recognized there was the guitar accompanist of a local blues singer that holds open-mic at PJ’s. I met and spoke with other nice people who had come from all over Taiwan to this event.

The “Food by Rita’s Kitchen” was simple and no pizza did I see from Rocky’s Pizza from 4pm when I arrived until 7:30 pm when I left. Rita’s kitchen was vegetarian chili and burrito. Despite the “healthy” meatless cuisine, there was plenty of cigarette smoke and vape, beer and alcoholic drinks of which I had three whiskey-ginger ale’s for 100 NT each.  I thought perhaps someone would bring out the hamburgers and sausages when the bon fire was lit, but there was nary a marshmallow roasted over it. I left early, hungry. On the way out, the street was clogged with motorcycles and cars of party-goers. Mine was the only bicycle I saw parked outside.

Paul D… is an interesting person, friendly and vivacious. He calls his blog “The Militant Hippi.” He is more the latter than the former. The only militarism I could find in his blog history was a stint in the voluntary U.S. army in the early 90’s, though he fancies himself at risk to the KMT police that took his picture when he played music at a “Wild Strawberry Movement” rally. In his blog writings, he celebrates his twentieth “Taiwanniversary” and reviews how he ended up living in Taichung, Taiwan. He says he had a good job back in Boston but doesn’t mention what he did, only that he considered becoming a police officer in Chinatown. He rants in articles against Gxd and religion and in favor of vegetarianism.

 

Paul D… mentions getting his “degrees” at UMass but doesn’t mention what his “degrees” were in. He is affiliated with Donghai University here in Taichung, originally as a student, and met a number of intellectual ex-pat friends there. For his Bruce Lee fetish and martial arts  interest (he opened a school once in Boston) and Mandarin study, it is clear that Paul Davies loves Chinese culture and Taiwan.

EDITOR’S NOTE:

Speaking of Bruce Lee Fetish..  who really has the fetish?
Here’s DBT pictured with Bruce Lee! Oh the irony!

DBT Bruce Lee

Paul D… doesn’t mention his family background growing up in Boston in the blog, which he says has gotten fifty thousand visits. He is no working class stiff and not a union man. The house that he has since 2008 in Da-keng, and the 30,000 ping space he rented at the old Dongshan Paradise theme park (that had been destroyed in the 1999 earthquake) must have been paid for by someone, perhaps by the volunteers and friends who come and go and float with him. “It’s financially self-sufficient,” Paul said in an interview in 2011.

 

LUVstock was a three-day musical party, held at Dongshan Paradise yearly, until he left his lease in 2013 and moved it back to his property. Though his musical aspirations never left him, he managed to settle down enough to marry and even raise a child. There is certainly a lot of sharing what he has with others and a new age spirit glow; donations accepted.
Whatever one wants to think about Paul D…, the “4th Hobo Happiness,” “LUVstock,” and other events he has organized are not about him, per se, but about getting Taiwan’s English-speaking ex-pats together as a community and for fun. Music and art predominate in his home and a volunteer spirit permeates the grounds.
Would love to hear your thoughts… put em’ in the comments!

Peace

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Boston Paul & The Refuge – Click-Bait? Our Response to an Odious Blog Post

“Hell hath no fury like a Dakeng Hippie criticized…”

~ Titus Pants

Recently, it was brought to my attention by friends and supporters that someone had written a not very flattering piece on The Refuge, a Refuge event called Hobo Happiness, and specifically me – whom many of you know as Boston Paul.

I’ve broken My Ranty Rebuttal down for you so that those of you that are part of the Refuge Community or personal friends (actual friends – more on that later) can scroll to parts that you want to read and skip other parts you already know.

You’re welcome.

Here are the Titillating Tasty Tidbits – broken down for you:

1. Why I’m Writing This Piece
2. My First (and only) meeting DBT

3. The Refuge History
4. The Hobo Happiness Event
5. The Food & The Bonfire
6. The Bits about Boston Paul
7. My Thoughts

8. The DBT Article Reposted for your reading (dis)pleasure.
9. (NEW) I Re-Wrote DBT’s Article
https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/12/24/odious-scathing-blog-post-rewritten/
10. COMMENTS ON DBT’s  POST FROM SOCIAL MEDIA

 

1. Why I’m Writing This Piece

I managed to read the article after the link was sent to me by a few people. I was a bit surprised by the piece and especially by the author whom I had just recently met in person – though briefly – at The Refuge.

The piece seems to have upset quite a few people and a flood of cell texts and messages filled my PM box. Friends even came to see me personally. The outpouring of love and concern has touched my heart.

Being the hard-ass that I am however… I was just set to ignore it. This is not the first time I have been the center of gossip, controversy, and the angst of others. When you are a well-known person in the community, these things happen. One has to accept not only the pros of being well known, but the cons as well. Either that or become a hermit… and I’m not quite ready to do that yet!

Unless there is a situation/conflict that would put my family and friends in harm’s way, the Militant side of Militant Hippi – my alter ego moniker – would take care of things pronto. Otherwise, I just let stuff like this roll off my back. I have more important things that need my attention.

But Alas, here I am in my cold studio, my freezing fingers reluctantly banging out words on the keyboard, addressing a blog post and setting the record straight for those who need balance.

2. My First (and only) meeting DBT

I will call this gentleman by his initials only. The reason being that if his article was meant for click-bait for his blog, I will not help him get those hits. I am very supportive of free speech and of the community, but will not be manipulated or used to garner attention. Had his article been well written, thoughtful, well researched and had asked me a few follow up questions thus making his article factual, I would use his name, and he would get my full support and by default the hundreds if not thousands of people I am connected to around the world.

Oops.

The only contact I have ever had with Mr. DBT the “blogger” was allowing his blog posts to be published on The Refuge Wall when other pages on social media refused to post his blog links as they were deemed “irrelevant” or “scathing” or not fact based i.e. opinionated drivel. He subsequently thanked me for publishing his pieces. He then came to one of our events – Hobo Happiness IV to be precise – found me as he was leaving and introduced himself. Interestingly, he chose not to publish this particular piece on The Refuge Wall.

He seemed like a friendly enough man. He made no mention of the things that ailed him at our event. He made no mention of wanting an interview with me concerning The Refuge, our events or me personally (as many in the past have done). Just two minutes of exchanging names, a hand shake, a minute of small talk, me welcoming him to our community, and one more handshake before I dashed off back to the soundboard to keep the Musicians sounding good.

That’s it. That was the extent of our contact.

Thus, it is baffling – and many of you agree me-thinks – why he would write this piece – and with such ‘authority’? He obviously took time out (apparently not enough time as there are many factual errors) to go to my blog and ‘research’ me… I guess that is flattering. However, it looks like he merely cherry-picked bits in the name of ‘research’ and used some of those pickings in his meandering, opinionated report.

First, just so DBT understands what we do… a brief Refuge History:

3. The Refuge History

We moved to our house, which became our home, almost 16 years ago – a few months after the big devastating 1999 earthquake. The house was a bit farther away from the city, was on a dead end street and had a good sized yard. Perfect.

The house had been empty for years and to be fair, it was a bit dilapidated. We rent – just so everyone knows – and we pay about the same amount of rent as those living in the city except we get a lot more for our money.

There was a lot of work to do on this house. Indeed, as DBT mentions, once upon a time this house was beautiful – snobbishly beautiful – as most of the neighborhood houses were owned by executives from the Renault Car Corporation in a time when Taiwan was still not quite one of the four economic dragons in Asia.

It’s not snobbishly beautiful anymore of course as DBT so eloquently points out in his diatribe. But it does have character. We keep it clean (though we should dust a bit more!) and it is always a work in progress.

The Refuge has an eclectic collection of art, doodads, trinkets, musical instruments and a pretty damn good sound system. It is a friendly inviting place that is always – as many of you know –morphing into something different, new and interesting. People come from all over the Island with their ideas, and artistic know-how.

DBT bases his perception on one short visit. He did not go upstairs where our home is – nor will he as we block that part off and keep it separate from the first floor Refuge. The second floor is our beautiful home. Carpeted, comfortable and cozy with a library, three bedrooms, a living room, two bathrooms and three balconies. We keep this private as many of you can understand. We are pretty public/social people, but we still need a private place to escape to now and then.

He also did not visit our third floor (which we use for storage.) I mention the third floor because he mistakenly called our home a “what must have been a beautiful, western-style, two story cement tiled home on a cul-de-sac…”

ANYWAY, the first time we saw this private dwelling at the end of a cul-de-sac, we were excited that we could entertain many of our friends – which we love to do – who lived in the city and needed to get away.

Soon other friends – artists, musicians, intellectuals and one hell of a carpenter (who still lives across the street!) moved into other empty houses in the neighborhood… the beginnings of The Refuge Community were born.

Friends from the city would visit, lay in the grass, look up at a sunny sky while birds were chirping and exclaim… what a refuge!
Hearing this so many times and from so many different people we all started referring to our home as The Refuge. There was no other place like it that we knew of in Taichung and at the time, no one was doing what we were doing… yes, it was a bit revolutionary.

Because of my love of music and art – and the whole birds of a feather concept – Our ‘refuge’ attracted artists, musicians, thinkers and supporters from all walks: Many Taiwanese frequented our place of course but there were also people coming from all around our beautiful island paradise – and the world.

Since then, almost every single expat I know – even if they haven’t directly added to The Refuge charm – has certainly been touched by The Refuge Community in some way. The Refuge influence has spread all around the Island.

When the mayor of Taichung shut all the bars and music venues down in Taichung a few years ago, The Refuge Community stayed open defiantly and at a risk. It has been said many times that we saved the music scene in Taichung as we were THE ONLY venue in Taichung where bands could play. That is one helluva bit to put on our resume I would say. The Refuge Community saved the Taichung music scene.

You’re welcome.

I have been fortunate to be able to live this kind of life. A life that most people can only dream of. Have there been risks? Yes. Have there been sacrifices? Indeed. I used to make a lot of money running three English schools that I opened by myself starting in 1995. I gave that up to pursue a life in art, music and community and we now live on whatever we make from events, sound engineering gigs, recording bands, playing shows and a few private classes.

This of course is none of DBT’s business, but he seems to want to know who I am… so there you are.

3. The Hobo Happiness Event

DBT writes:

“The reason for my visit was to attend a Facebook advertised “4th Hobo Happiness,” with musical guest Jack Conqueroo, a Robert Johnson-styled electric blues guitarist, harp player, and singer from Canada. He was rather good, though his set was too short. The  act before him, of two drunken male guitarists singing Dylanesque songs, went on too long. Mojo and Sons, who came on after Cook, was a country folk trio of banjo, guitar, kazoo, clarinet, and great harmonies.

I’m glad we agree that Jack Conqueroo’s set was too short. Indeed.
The two drunken foreigners who played early in the day were excited to be part. They are both aspiring musicians, did the show without pay, were nervous to be sure and were appreciative of the opportunity given to them by their hosts.

In the comments to DBT’s article he responds to one of the many comments bashing his piece :

“You (DBT is the ‘You’ here) write an article with the vantage point of seeing hundreds of gatherings with thousands of folk singers over forty years, the best folk singers who started revolutions, not garden parties, and you will have a different perspective.”

Indeed, so DBT is a Folk Gatherings Slut… I’m all about that! Would love to hear some of his stories about other festivals he’s been to (spanning over 40 years!).

All folk singers start from somewhere though, don’t they? Bob Dylan – before he was called Bob Dylan – had a band in high-school called Danny & the Juniors. During a talent show performance the principal cut the microphone because the performance was ‘too loud’ and I suspect a bit too radical for the conservative audience. Though Dylan went on to be part of a revolution, please note that while he was at University, he performed in simple coffee houses.

The point is, that our ‘simple garden party’ is a place for many aspiring musicians to start and get support from the community.

I’ve seen musicians go from our ‘simple’ garden parties, to our very big festivals and then onto even bigger festivals not only here in Taiwan, but in other countries – and make a bit of a name for themselves.

Is DBT a musician? An artist? Does he know what goes into putting an event on? Writing a song? His statement here is ignorant at best.

DBT then writes:

I didn’t catch the name of the pedestrian folk singer who came on after the bluegrass trio and talked too much about himself; I left mid-set.”

 

I suspect DBT left mid-set of my friend and world traveler. The man whose name was on the event invitation – Scott Cook & The Refuge present – the man who got nominated for a folk singing award in Canada and made the top ten list on university radio stations. A man on the road most of the year. Good on you, DBT.

Though Scott’s been a musician since he was a kid, Taiwan is where he found himself and as he rises in the music world, he always makes an effort to come back and see his Extended Family here in Taiwan as we have always been there for him. You can ask Jack Conqueroo about him. Even Jack – the man DBT came to see – was happy to be part of Hobo Happiness IV and has played with Scott at other venues in Taiwan as well.

DBT was privy to a special gathering, and the opportunity flew right over his head in the name of click-bait and what seems to be a pompous self-worth. Based on the comments I’m not the only one, after reading his article, who feels this way.

5. The Food & The Bonfire

DBT then writes:

“The “Food by Rita’s Kitchen” was simple and no pizza did I see from Rocky’s Pizza from 4pm when I arrived until 7:30 pm when I left. Rita’s kitchen was vegetarian chili and burrito. Despite the “healthy” meatless cuisine, there was plenty of cigarette smoke and vape, beer and alcoholic drinks of which I had three whiskey-ginger ale’s for 100 NT each.  I thought perhaps someone would bring out the hamburgers and sausages when the bon fire was lit, but there was nary a marshmallow roasted over it. I left early, hungry.”

Rita’s kitchen is also a new thing… she’s still getting the hang of it. The food vendors decided to keep it vege as many of the guests do not eat meat. Meaters can always eat meatless cuisine, but it doesn’t work the other way around. No one else seemed to notice or care.

We did not advertise our event as ‘healthy’ as DBT seems to insinuate in his article. Where did these presumptions come from?

Rocky’s Pizza is the name of my friend Max’s place. However, if DBT had taken the time to read the menu, he would have seen what was on it. We wanted to keep it simple and fast.

The bonfire is a ritual at the Refuge. The fire was actually there to keep people warm, and when the music was over (DBT missed two awesome bands) we had an old fashion campfire jam.

DBT left early because he was hungry? There was good food there.

But because we did not serve meat, pizza or fucking marshmallows, DBT folded his arms across his chest, tossed his nose in the air and humphed humphed his way to the exit. Really?

DBT seems to think that because we did not serve dead animal at our event (note, I didn’t make the menu nor the suggestion, the vendors did that all on their own) and that he rode his bicycle to the event (commendable) while our guests took scooters (and quite a few took taxis and carpooled – but DBT didn’t bother to ask about that, eh?), that our guests smoked cigarettes, vaped and that we served alcohol, that somehow we are a bunch of hypocritical hippies and that somehow DBT is better than we are? Seriously?

Basically DBT is saying No meat/perceived hippie values VS other vices/pleasures – but this begs the question: what the fuck does have to do with how much hair you have on your testicles or the price of goat cheese?

If you come to another event, bring your marshmallows and roast them to your heart’s content. Don’t be a picky fucker with your preconceived notions and you will eat well. Delicious food made by competent vendors.

I’m really trying to give DBT the benefit of the doubt and find an actual point in his article. But nary a point do I see.

6. The Bits about Boston Paul

Then DBT turns his pen on me:

Paul D… is an interesting person, friendly and vivacious. He calls his blog “The Militant Hippi.” He is more the latter than the former. The only militarism I could find in his blog history was a stint in the voluntary U.S. army in the early 90’s, though he fancies himself at risk to the KMT police that took his picture when he played music at a “Wild Strawberry Movement” rally. In his blog writings, he celebrates his twentieth “Taiwanniversary” and reviews how he ended up living in Taichung, Taiwan. He says he had a good job back in Boston but doesn’t mention what he did, only that he considered becoming a police officer in Chinatown. He rants in articles against Gxd and religion and in favor of vegetarianism.”
What is this article really about? The Refuge? Hobo Happiness? Or me? I guess this is where the meandering comes in. The writing is not specific, not focused. If it’s supposed to be a critique, it is not done well, and where I do appreciate the compliments: an interesting person, friendly and vivacious. The rest of looks like cherry-picked, discombobulated, horseradish.

If he really wanted to write something about me, I would have been happy to give an interview. Cherry picking bits from my blog and sounding like he’s an authority on aspects of my life is unprofessional (if aspiring to be a writer is his goal) at best, and absolute bollocks at worst.

The oxymoron Militant Hippi seems to have flown right over his head and had DBT asked, he would know that Militant Hippi has a few special meanings for me – on top of being my Blogging Moniker.

But based on his writing style and content, he could give a shit less on what Militant Hippi actually means.

“He says he had a good job back in Boston but doesn’t mention what he did…”
It’s actually none of his fucking business what I did. There are some things I do not share on my blog. My friends know much about my previous life. Do you know why? Because they fucking asked me…

You know what polite people and good journalists do? They ask. Not guess and then put opinions out there like it actually means something.

“…though he fancies himself at risk to the KMT police that took his picture when he played music at a “Wild Strawberry Movement” rally…”

Again, another line of tripe. I did not ‘fancy myself’ at shit. We were told before we went to perform at this political rally that we could be arrested. The anti-government things I said in Mandarin were quite risky and everyone involved had their pictures taken by undercover and uniformed police. Nothing fancy about that. I have been quite active politically here in Taiwan as this Beautiful Island Paradise is my home… and I speak up for justice and liberty for all my fellow earthlings. But again, DBT could have asked me a few follow up questions and I would have enlightened him.

“He rants in articles against Gxd and religion and in favor of vegetarianism.”

So this question is directly for DBT as I know he is reading this.

Do my rants against religion (not just god per-se) and the fact that I do not eat meat offend you? It’s the only reason I can think of for this line of BS.

“Paul D…. mentions getting his “degrees” at UMass but doesn’t mention what his “degrees” were in”. I most certainly do. You should have dug a little bit deeper. Frankly, while I am flattered that you felt the need to write about me, I am equally appalled you did not dig a little deeper. If you are that interested in me, you can read about my ‘degrees’ and what I did before I came to Taiwan here:

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2010/02/14/boston-paul-short-historyresume/

Please do a bit more research so in the future you don’t look so much like an ass. And I say that with all due respect.

“For his Bruce Lee fetish and martial arts  interest (he opened a school once in Boston) and Mandarin study, it is clear that Paul D… loves Chinese culture and Taiwan. 
Where, in any of my writings, did you see a Bruce Lee fetish? Seriously, where are you pulling this shit out from?
For the record, I have been a martial artist from about 6 years old.

UPDATE (Dec 24):  I popped over to DBT’s page to get a picture of him for another blog post I’m writing (actually I’m re-writing his!) and found this –

DBT Bruce LeeThat is DBT in Hong Kong posing next to Bruce Lee.  Who has the fetish?

     “Paul Davies doesn’t mention his family background growing up in Boston in the blog, which he says has gotten fifty thousand visits.”
Again, my family background is none of your fucking business. And the fifty thousand visits are counted by the WordPress Blog Site.., not me… and why mention this at all? WTF does it have to do with how much you weigh or the price of horse shit used for fertilizer?

I went into my stats and clipped this for you. Thank you WordPress.

Views on my blog

He is no working class stiff and not a union man.”  Huh?     Wait….      Huh??

The house that he has since 2008 in Da-keng, I have lived in this house since 2000. Where did you get 2008? and the 30,000 ping space he rented at the old Dongshan Paradise theme park (that had been destroyed in the 1999 earthquake) Dongshan Paradise was not destroyed in the earthquake and was a helluva lot bigger than 30,000 ping. RESEARCH DBT! RESEARCH! …must have been paid for by someone, perhaps by the volunteers and friends who come and go and float with him. What is your meaning here? What are you insinuating? Research! Ask Questions! This is why your article is getting ripped apart by people that actually know what is going on. By painting me in a crappy light, you yourself look like a Bumbling Buffoon.

” ‘It’s financially self-sufficient,’ Paul said in an interview in 2011.” An interview! Yes! WHAT A GREAT IDEA! YOU should try that DBT! Perhaps then your article would not be one big piece of meandering, pointless, scathing Suck.

LUVstock was a three-day musical party, held at Dongshan Paradise yearly, until he left his lease in 2013 and moved it back to his property.”

LUVstock has been happening in one form or another since about 2003. We had LUVstock at Dongshan Paradise while The Refuge was there (we were there for three years exactly). When they SOLD THE LAND, we moved The Refuge back to our place.  We did not leave our lease.
We have been looking for a place to open a new venue, but in the meantime, we will make do with what we got.

“Whatever one wants to think about Paul D…, the “4th Hobo Happiness,” “LUVstock,” and other events he has organized are not about him, per se, but about getting Taiwan’s English-speaking ex-pats together as a community and for fun.”
“Whatever one wants to think about Paul D…” Why open the paragraph with this statement? You don’t know me, DBT. Whatever you think about Paul D…. Huh?

The events I organize are about bringing people together, not just expats. They’re about giving people opportunities, to be part of something – and for me – to feel like I’m doing my small part to make the world a better place. What, DBT, have YOU done to try to make the world a better place besides writing inflammatory articles about shit you have no idea about?

7. My Thoughts

DBT wrote this piece with scant evidence, preconceived notions and cherry picked data from my blog. My blog, where I choose to keep some things confidential but will generally provide information when asked. I was never interviewed for his piece. Did not know he was going to write a piece and treated him the same as I would any other guest at The Refuge or my home: Courteous and respectful.

However, as many of you who actually know me as a person can attest, do not mistake my friendly demeanor, charisma, peace n love hippie lifestyle (and let’s not forget “vivaciousness”!) for weakness. There are some that have learned the hard way there. If push comes to shove, I’m a fucking truck.

What prompted DBT to write in this way? Was it a low self esteem? Perhaps he was bullied in school and now the Pen is his Sword? Do I remind DBT of the bullies that used to pick on him?  Is it because I am from Boston and he’s from New York and is propagating this childish rivalry? Is he jealous of what we do here in Taiwan? I’m now beginning  to understand why others do not want to publish his articles on their pages.  The way he writes things leaves a lot to be desired.

In the comments to your post, DBT writes: I am friends with Paul and I have no reason to believe our friendship and mutual admiration won’t grow.
DBT, Facebook says we are friends as you have recently added me (and then apparently Unfriended me when you started getting heat for your article). However, if you want to know what I think a friend is… I wrote about it here (Sorry DBT, you don’t quite qualify. We are acquaintances only):

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/who-what-is-a-friend-really/

For someone who wants to be friends with me, you have a strange way of showing it, DBT.

You are getting a lot of heat for your article. Think about that. Are all those people wrong with their assessment of your scathing report? Or are you? Rather than trying to defend yourself and what you wrote from the people that are not happy with your report – me included – perhaps you should look inward. Ask yourself what was your real intent writing that article?

I expect criticisms and suggestions and generally welcome them. Critiques and suggestions are acknowledged and help us to do better next time. What was surprising of course – and perhaps it is my fault as I naively expect everyone who comes to our events to be like-minded i.e. wants a good time, wants to support the community, and wants to do something different – is that upon meeting you, I wrongly surmised that you were seeking to be part of our community. 95% of the people I meet – and there are new people every week, do make it a point to be part of our community in some way. You sir, I suspect, are the other 5%. No worries, what we do is not everyone’s cup of tea… but at least the other 5% do not write inflammatory, meandering, opinionated tripe then blog it for all the world to see.

If you would like a proper interview DBT, so that you can write a factual, thoughtful piece on what we do here in Taichung, you know where to find me.

In the meantime, Peace be with you.

8. The DBT Article Reposted for your reading (dis)pleasure.

The Happy Hobo’s Refuge in Taichung

12-13-15

I went to The Refuge for the first time yesterday. It is right up Dong-Shan Road to the right of the little traffic circle on Buzi Road, but I got lost anyway; ended up doing a loop up and down the Da-keng mountain slope and back to the 7-11 on the corner of Buzi Road. After I got straight, the place was remote but easy to find. Around sixty guests paid 300 NT each to get in to the “4th Hobo Happiness.”

The Refuge is in what must have been a beautiful, western-style, two story cement tiled home on a cul-de-sac, with walled entrance and a large patio and private backyard. It is not beautiful anymore. If it were made of wood and not cement, it would be rotting apart. They may have gotten it cheaply after the 1999 earthquake affected the zone which it is in. The grounds are in shambles. Things are makeshift in the public area.

 Jack Conqueroo
Jack Conqueroo https://youtu.be/NjEHzR9fGc0
performs at the 4th Hobo Happiness

The reason for my visit was to attend a Facebook advertised “4th Hobo Happiness,” with musical guest Jack Conqueroo, a Robert Johnson-styled electric blues guitarist, harp player, and singer from Canada. He was rather good, though his set was too short. The  act before him, of two drunken male guitarists singing Dylanesque songs, went on too long. Mojo and Sons, who came on after Cook, was a country folk trio of banjo, guitar, kazoo, clarinet, and great harmonies. I didn’t catch the name of the pedestrian folk singer who came on after the bluegrass trio and talked too much about himself; I left mid-set.

Before I left, I made sure to thank Paul D… in person for publishing my radical articles on the Refuge Facebook page. Most of the time, Paul was marching around doing things to make the mostly thirty-five-year-old guests happy. At first, I had mistaken Paul for a man named Mitch (Militant Hippi Note: The Man’s name was DAVE not MITCH and he’s an awesome guy), a dried up slender oldster with a patch on his left ear sitting with a younger Asian woman (Militant Hippi Note: That younger Asian Woman was HIS WIFE and she’s awesome, too). He told Paul I was looking for him early on and I left it at that. The only person I recognized there was the guitar accompanist (Militant Hippi Note: His name was also DAVE) of a local blues singer that holds open-mic at PJ’s. I met and spoke with other nice people who had come from all over Taiwan to this event.

 Mojo and sons
Mojo and Sons https://youtu.be/UORTH2Xtwuk
perform at 4th Hobo Happiness

The “Food by Rita’s Kitchen” was simple and no pizza did I see from Rocky’s Pizza from 4pm when I arrived until 7:30 pm when I left. Rita’s kitchen was vegetarian chili and burrito. Despite the “healthy” meatless cuisine, there was plenty of cigarette smoke and vape, beer and alcoholic drinks of which I had three whiskey-ginger ale’s for 100 NT each.  I thought perhaps someone would bring out the hamburgers and sausages when the bon fire was lit, but there was nary a marshmallow roasted over it. I left early, hungry. On the way out, the street was clogged with motorcycles and cars of party-goers. Mine was the only bicycle I saw parked outside.

Paul Davies is an interesting person, friendly and vivacious. He calls his blog “The Militant Hippi.” He is more the latter than the former. The only militarism I could find in his blog history was a stint in the voluntary U.S. army in the early 90’s, though he fancies himself at risk to the KMT police that took his picture when he played music at a “Wild Strawberry Movement” rally. In his blog writings, he celebrates his twentieth “Taiwanniversary” and reviews how he ended up living in Taichung, Taiwan. He says he had a good job back in Boston but doesn’t mention what he did, only that he considered becoming a police officer in Chinatown. He rants in articles against Gxd and religion and in favor of vegetarianism.

 The Refuge 7 years ago
Guests enjoy the Tiki-bar atmosphere  at The Refuge

(Militant Hippi Note: this picture he uses above was taken 7 years ago)

Paul Davies mentions getting his “degrees” at UMass but doesn’t mention what his “degrees” were in. He is affiliated with Donghai University here in Taichung, originally as a student, and met a number of intellectual ex-pat friends there. For his Bruce Lee fetish and martial arts  interest (he opened a school once in Boston) and Mandarin study, it is clear that Paul Davies loves Chinese culture and Taiwan.
Paul Davies doesn’t mention his family background growing up in Boston in the blog, which he says has gotten fifty thousand visits. He is no working class stiff and not a union man. The house that he has since 2008 in Da-keng, and the 30,000 ping space he rented at the old Dongshan Paradise theme park (that had been destroyed in the 1999 earthquake) must have been paid for by someone, perhaps by the volunteers and friends who come and go and float with him. “It’s financially self-sufficient,” Paul said in an interview in 2011.

 The Frog II
Paul Davies (right) makes music in The Refuge sound studio

MILITANT HIPPI NOTE: The picture above is from The Frog II not from The Refuge Studios. RESEARCH!.

LUVstock was a three-day musical party, held at Dongshan Paradise yearly, until he left his lease in 2013 and moved it back to his property. Though his musical aspirations never left him, he managed to settle down enough to marry and even raise a child. There is certainly a lot of sharing what he has with others and a new age spirit glow; donations accepted.
Whatever one wants to think about Paul Davies, the “4th Hobo Happiness,” “LUVstock,” and other events he has organized are not about him, per se, but about getting Taiwan’s English-speaking ex-pats together as a community and for fun. Music and art predominate in his home and a volunteer spirit permeates the grounds.

https://www.facebook.com/TheRefugeCommunity/

Militant Hippi Note:  If you would like to read a more accurate report of The Refuge you can go here:

http://www.taiwanfun.com/central/taichung/nightlife/1007/1007TheRefuge.htm

and

http://www.thewildeast.net/2011/01/the-wonder-that-is-the-refuge-taichung/
(The second link talks about when we were at Dong Shan Paradise, but most of the facts are right)

9. (NEW) The Militant Hippi AKA Boston Paul Re-Wrote DBT’s Article

I couldn’t resist! It didn’t take long. I just renamed his article, then focused the premise. I then cut out anything irrelevant or scathing.

Check it out here:

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/12/24/odious-scathing-blog-post-rewritten/

10. COMMENTS ON DBT’s FROM SOCIAL MEDIA

Titus Pance What is the point of the introductory (dis)qualification?….rhetorical question, please do not answer.
DBT I’m not sure what you mean. Thanks for your comment though

 

 

Timothy Tucker “two drunken guitarists singing Dylanesque songs”

Fuck yeah. We’re hanging out, getting drunk and folksy. You bet your ass we’re gonna be drinking and enjoying the community. I don’t think they were even drunk when they played yet, but I can’t be sure.

“the pedestrian folk singer who came on after the bluegrass trio […] talked too much about himself; I left mid-set.”

Pedestrian. I’m trying to figure out how you intended this adjective to come off. Did you use it because he seemed common and banal? He’s nothing special? He’s just one of the people you might see while driving or walking? Maybe it was because you saw him walking at some point during the night in an area where there were motor vehicles also active. Here’s something to put in your notes to avoid further embarrassment; using the adjectives “pedestrian” and “folk” in the same sentence is redundant. The set that you walked out on half-way through was the set that the whole event was put on for. The pedestrian folk singer that you walked out on was the act that the other acts were giddy about opening for. He’s the guy that people across Canada, Taiwan, and whatever other countries he’s traveled to sit by their Facebook feed and refresh his website to see when he might be coming back through their little town.

My non-rhetorical question for you is: why did you come to the event?

You clearly don’t appreciate what folk music is for. Maybe you were past your deadline for your blog. That’s fine. I understand pressure. Maybe I could suggest that next time you take your notepad to the local club or the local lounge bar. You might find more of what you’re looking for and perhaps more what your blog readers are more interested in.

If you understand within a year that events and music can be the glue that melds a community, I hope that you can make it to the Hobo event next year and I’ll be shaking your hand with a sincere smile.
Mikey James That’s the best review of those 2 drunken guitarists! I wonder who they are hahaha

Greg Niederhaus Very good points here. Extremely well said.

Mikey James Yeah! Tim is always on point!
Shaun Armstrong Nailed it

 

DBT You write an article with the vantage point of seeing hundreds of gatherings with thousands of folk singers over forty years, the best folk singers who started revolutions, not garden parties, and you will have a different perspective. Until then, happy Mondays.
Greg Niederhaus That certainly had nothing to do with me. I write about industry. Get your facts straight.

 

Timothy Tucker You didn’t answer my question.
DBT I went to do the same thing you did. Why did you go?
Rachel McPhail Todd Blackhurst: does this post belong in this group? It looks like it’s a promo for a clickbait blog site and not necessarily “information”.

On another note, thanks to all the admins of this group. Dealing with 5000+ members can’t be easy.

Todd Blackhurst Rachel McPhail – we have discussed this type of blog and although many people might feel the same as you, our guidelines do allow blogs that convey information about Taichung to be shared in this group. In that sense, it is welcome here. Now, whether or not this is accepted by the members, agreed with or whatever – that is for you the individual to decide. Click, comment or disregard. As long as the comments also fall within our guidelines, we will leave it alone.
DBT Thank you for protecting discourse
Rachel McPhail Thanks for the prompt response.
Rachel McPhail Discourse? Clickbait.
DBT I wrote an article for you to read. It comes from my blog. You are welcome to read it.

 

Greg Niederhaus I am amused. This guy David has the gift of the gab with no insight. His gab has grammatical errors He got blow-worthy drunk and rode his bicycle. That is illegal . He knows nothing about Paul, who he criticizes. Paul has degrees in Literature and Philosophy. This critical man David Barry Temple seems to Know more.He did not know that. He knows zero about a school through which Paul trained policemen in self defense. Nothing about Kungfu with a Master at the age of 6. David belittles military service when the man para-dropped into South America. I know Paul. Thoroughly. I know our community. Whoever you are, David. You are a big talker. You now have an opponent. You go try and build this, and come back with self criticism. Your rant is bull shit. Who are you? I see David as a negative foreigner in Taiwan who misrepresents those of us who really laid down the groundwork. David should leave. He misrepresents the ones of us who love Taiwan. And by the way, Where is his original 1500 word rant?
DBT You told me what I didn’t know and asked. I thank you. You have a big filthy mouth for insulting me. You will not have that chance again.
Cousin Avi You hear that, Greg? YOU have “a big filthy mouth.”   I was gonna add something but it appears I am too gentle and refined for such “discourse.”

Richard Wright Better than a purdy mouth. Luckily “you will not have that chance again.”
Creepy.

Greg Niederhaus I looked up “purdy”. (American short story teller. I suppose that was directed towards this original critic. For this David guy to come out and rip into what Paul and many others do to bring community together with minimal resources is asinine. Yes, we survive, yet, contribute to community… is the endeavor bad because the dude did not get Pizza? I enjoyed the samosas, pasta salad and fries. Cook’s show is not about himself. It is about the bridge-crossing between cultures he lives by, through music and travel. .Side note- The homes here are indestructible and prove so through nearly minimal earthquake damage. Wherever my filthy mouth appears here escapes me. This demented dude is a disgrace to the foreigner community in Taiwan.

Greg Niederhaus DBT de-friended me. Excellent. He cannot answer up. Down the rabbit hole he goes.

 

Kevin Diamond I was half-expecting some “then I blinked a few times…” and “I noticed that I swallowed more in the Dakeng area than usual” type sentences while I was reading this aimless, meandering rubbish.

Whoever told you at some point in your life that you ought to write a blog lied to you.

DBT You put your foot in your mouth defending a man I didn’t insult. How dare you?

DBT I am friends with Paul and I have no reason to believe our friendship and mutual admiration won’t grow.

Kevin Diamond I suspect there are a plethora of things you have no reason to believe.

Paul Davies For the record, I am not friends with people I have just met. Acquaintance is the better word.

Read more on ‘Friends’ here:

https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/who-what-is-a-friend-really/

 

 

 

Greg Niederhaus “Purdy” as I looked up its meaning, means “American short story teller”. Dunno if that is directed at me or the author who tried to whinge about a community builder, struggling vendors, musicians

Anew Calling Hi David. Great article. You really captured the harmony and friendship involved in the Refuge gatherings. I bet you are looking forward to ‘Hobo Happiness V – Return of the pedestrian’. Your skill at writing has blown my mind – never have sentences felt so soul-less. What a wonderful pastiche. And the photography – absolutely everything out of focus – really develops a simpleton persona worthy of the greatest of parody writers. I love the character you created – a bumbling buffoon that would drink three whiskeys and forget to watch the act he came to review, whilst reviewing everything else. Genius. I am a writer too and I have tried to capture this idiocy before, but never as well as you. Keep up the good work.

Anew Calling https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncQsBzI-JHc

 

Queen Bicycle Race (Live 1978)

 

DBT I read your insulting comment and I had to smile. I refuse to believe your back-biting is reflective of “harmony and friendship” at Hobo Happiness 4.

John Davies i think everyone is entitled to an opinion…i don’t think one person should like something, or enjoy something, or feel a way about something because everyone else does….It is obvious this guy David, is ignorant of what paul, the refuge, and the community, that he and his lovely wife sandra, and of course all those people who take time out of their day to contribute, is all about…Im guessing David certainly isn’t on the gathering list. I also don’t think that a place needs to look like the ritz in order to have a fun time there…if that were the case, i would have had a terrible childhood, as i spent most my time in garbage cans looking for toys people threw away, cos dad couldn’t afford to buy them…However, everyone hates a critic, more so, because critics are usually those people who are good a finding faults in the things that others do, yet are almost completely incapable of producing anything of value….That being said, constructive criticism is different thing….constructive criticism, ought teach people where to improve….Unlike this David guy, whose criticism to me seems, very destructive, annoying, somewhat foot stompingly childlike in its delivery, and apparently adds nothing good to the community that all you REFUGEE’s work so hard in providing…Thank you to paul, sandra and everyone else who aids in my simple little pleasures… BEAR HUGs

DBT Despite the negative energy displayed by some of you, I never said I didn’t like the Refuge, the 4 Hobo Happiness, or Paul Davies; as I said in my blog, I left early because was hungry.

DBT In the Militant Hippi, no types of degrees were written. The singer you refer is my opinion. There was a small choice of meatless food. I didn’t see any bicycles. As for my writing style, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Why are you trying to vilify me?!

 

 

Cousin AviDBT: You put Paul’s “degrees” in quotation marks, creating the implication that he has not studied or does not hold the degrees he claims.
You described the headline act as “Pedestrian” even while admitting you didn’t stay to see the show.
You shat on the performance of amateurs as a couple of drunks – rather a stark rejection of any notion of community or support for same.
You bitched about the food, for fuck sake.
You complained about the PARKING (Note to Paul – valets, motherfucker…valets!).
The foregoing notwithstanding, the article itself is a disjointed jumble of run-on, stream-of-consciousness sentences barely connected to the subject matter of the paragraph in which they’re imprisoned or each other.
Then, when people remark on your weak command of the language and condescending attitude, you retract everything you wrote and insist that you enjoyed the event and that you and Paul enjoy some great degree of mutual admiration…and, of course, everyone who remarks on the self-important, facile opinions you posted in public deserves to be insulted.
Negative energy, indeed. When you stop condescendingly shitting on an event you barely attended, didn’t understand, and stop holding yourself out as the preeminent judge of what constitutes good folk music, you may find the “energy” you get back a little more positive.
As it stands, perhaps you should stick to blogging. Posting reviews in a public forum like this – which is to invite response – doesn’t seem to be your strong suit when people don’t like what you write.

Rachel McPhail Kudos.

Titus Pance Hell hath no fury like a Daken hippie criticised. I nominate this thread for most ironic of 2015.

 

Paul Davies Hell hath no fury like a Daken hippie criticised…

Awesome.

Stay tuned.

Steve George I remember this guy – he’s the same one that wrote in his blog about how horrible it was that nobody bothered the Indonesian people that were chilling in the park.

DBT You’re the same
DBT You still can’t read.

THE MILITANT HIPPI:  I want to note that not everyone is going to like what we do at The Refuge, and we can certainly take criticisms/critiques. What most people are upset about – we at The Refuge Community included –  was that the ‘facts’ in this article were not facts, the information was not accurate, the writing style was amateur and the focus of the article was… well there didn’t seem to be any focus. It was also heavily opinionated and obviously not well researched.  I may re-write his article myself. you know, just for fun.

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I was talking about the Existence of God & Creation with a Christian Recently…

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…and the conversation went pretty much how one would expect. The difference is that we actually like each other and really wanted to discuss these things while showing mutual respect.

Let me first state that I’m not an Atheist. I just don’t subscribe to the dogmas of organized religion. My mind is open to all the possibilities. I look for evidence.

Agnostic might be a better word to describe what I believe.

So the chat with my Christian buddy went something like this:

Says he: if you don’t believe in the Christian god, what DO you believe in?

I said: I’m not sure. Could be Aliens.

And he said: That’s ridiculous!

I asked: Why? Perhaps an Alien Impregnated a Chimpanzee, some Alien Sperm, A nine month term, a million years goes by, out pops you and me. We share 98% of our DNA with Chimps.

He said: That’s crazy talk. Have you ever SEEN an Alien?

I said: Have you ever SEEN God?

He got quiet: I feel god, he said.

So your beliefs are based on a feeling? I replied. At least my thoughts about Aliens ‘creating’ us is based on a bit of science, a bit of the observable world/universe. No one can deny that there are billions of galaxies and trillions of stars. Sentient Life most likely forming on one of those life supporting planets long before our own Earth even formed into the sphere it is now.
They – the sentient beings from other life supporting planets – AKA Aliens – had their Physics worked out long before our planet even cooled off enough to support any life – save the single-celled organisms Archaea.

My friend scratched his head. Ok then, he said, well who made the Aliens? HHhhmm?

Look bro, says I,  I don’t know who made the Aliens, again, I’m open to suggestions based on evidence. But let me ask you… who made your God?

He smiled, God has just always been there.

I’m not sure if he could see the well rounded Question Mark enveloping my head not unlike a hookish looking halo.

God has just always been there? I repeated. So your God basically came out of nothing? Kind of the same argument you Christians use against people that believe in Evolution? i.e. How could humans just start from NOTHING.

No, it’s not like that, he said.

Yes it is. Your god ‘created’ humans out of DIRT. A God that no one has ever seen and is only reported about in your bible. Using that logic, Zeus also exists, Spider man exists… why? Because there are books about them, too.

It’s different, he said… his voice faltered. He had nothing and he knew it.

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As humans, we all share an innate thirst for knowledge. This innate thirst has advanced the development of our species.

We are a curious species. And when we don’t know the answer to something, we often make shit up. That’s why there were Wind Gods, Thunder Gods, Rain Gods… Gods for EVERYTHING – once upon a time.

In the last couple thousand years or so, some humans have streamlined all these gods into one all powerful one (depending on where/when/who).

Science – on the other hand – in the last few thousand years – has explained things or attempted to explain how things are for us.

We know where the wind comes from. We know why it rains, why there are earthquakes. What thunder is. With that, most of these gods are now myths.

There are only a few reasons people still need to believe in gods.

Generally it’s because they want to…

1. know where we’ve come from and what happens when we die.

2. believe we’ll see our dead loved ones again when WE die.

3. explain other unexplained phenomena (that science hasn’t answered yet).

No one knows the answers to these yet… so God'(s’) place in the lives of many humans is still relevant… though that number seems to  be dwindling in many parts of the world.

Still seeds of indoctrination have been planted in many of us as children (Christmas, Easter and other observed religious holidays) so it is easy for many humans to just think…

Why?

Because God.

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What is a Friend?  https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/who-what-is-a-friend-really/

 

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99% of the Christians I know are Hypocrites – here’s why

 

Jesus here. I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT GAYS! Just thought I’d clear that up… Oh yeah, and Boston Paul – The Militant Hippi – is ALRIGHT IN MY BOOK!

 

hypocrite (hipuh-krit)

noun

1.

a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, especially a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.

2.

a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, especially one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.

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Christians believe that the Bible is the word of God.  That everyone should adhere to all the teachings in the Bible or be punished by God.  Of course it is almost impossible to do this as AJ Jacobs (who wrote My Year of Living Biblically) can attest to. So instead, Christians cherry-pick the verses they want to follow (then persecute others with verses they cherry picked – and ignore the rest).

Here are a couple of examples:

Being Gay

The Gay Community and their Allies have made great strides over the last decade in their fight for equality – including marriage equality – and to be treated as equals in society. Marriage Equality for all those wishing to marry is now the Law of The Land, the decision made by the supreme court. Massachusetts was the first state to allow gay marriage… and many other states have followed suit, but not without the Christian Conservative Right meddling in Human Rights because of their religion.

An example of this is Kim Davis from Kentucky. She’s a county clerk who has refused to issue marriage certificates to same sex couples because it goes against her religion. Never mind that according to her religion, she should be stoned to death for having been divorced THREE TIMES. Now Jesus had a few things to say about divorce as one can read here: Mark 10:12 “And if she divorces her husband and marries another man, she commits adultery.”  What is the punishment for adultery?

Well, Leviticus 20:10 says:
“‘If a man commits adultery with another man’s wife–with the wife of his neighbor–both the adulterer and the adulteress are to be put to death.

Let us know when the public stoning is please.

Not to mention she is a WOMAN and according to 1 Tim 2:12, she should shut the F@#$% up.

Her job is a government job. It is secular. Religion should not even come into play. No matter what she believes, she still must do her job in the separation of church and state capacity. Her salary comes from TAX PAYERS, many of whom are gay.  She has no right to push her religious beliefs on anyone as she works for the state.

Jesus NEVER says anything about homosexuals living in sin. In fact, according to Matthiew 19: 11 -12, Jesus said,Not everyone can accept this teaching, but only those to whom it is given. For there are eunuchs who have been so from birth, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by others, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. Let anyone accept this who can.” (Matthew 19:11-12).

Jesus identifies three classes of men who should not marry women, but let’s focus on the eunuchs who were born that way.

Some might argue that Jesus was referring to males born without testicles. Probably not as this is extremely rare and probably would not warrant an explanation by Jesus. The term “born eunuchs” was also used in other literature of the time and does not mean a ‘man born without testicles’ but rather that they were associated with the stereotypical ‘effeminate’ characteristics (and behavior) just like modern gay men.  Jesus – a child prodigy and well versed in scripture would have been aware of this common view of eunuchs. He says it right there in the scripture –  some people are simply born that way. The implication of his statement is unmistakable— God created gay people the way they are!  No punishment. No mention of sin… Jesus does, however, reiterate the scriptures concerning divorce… so suck on that Kim Davis and all those politicians who have been divorced and re-married and/or cheated on their spouse, yet tout ‘Traditional Marriage’ values. You’re hypocrites.

Food

And while we’re on the topic of cherry picking to suit the Christians’ need to be bigoted in the name of Religion…

BREAKFAST: I see a lot of breakfast pictures from Christians on social media. Often it is on Sundays. The Good Wife makes breakfast before church, bacon eggs.. typical Sunday morning breakfast… except that Leviticus 11:7-8 says: “Pigs have hooves that are separated completely in two. But they do not chew the cud. So they are “unclean” for you. You must not eat the meat of those animals. You must not even touch their dead bodies. They are “unclean” for you. To all the Christians I know (and the ones I don’t!) You’re hypocrites.

LUNCH AND DINNER: I’m from Boston. Boston is famous for its Biblically Unclean Shellfish, namely: Lobster. Leviticus is quite clear about not eating shellfish.. to do so is unclean.

I’m not even going to get into what the bible says about Wealth and Clothing (might save that for another blog post.. but trust me, the Hypocrite List grows with those two items!)

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Now some Christians say that this is all Old Testament Law and Jesus came along in the New Testament and brought some new rules with him.

Fine. I’m cool with that.

Bu then stop using the Old Testament to justify your bigotry concerning our Gay Brothers and Sisters. Because as noted above, Jesus doesn’t mention being gay as a sin at all.

And concerning the Old Testament, remember too what is says in the New Testament, “Do not think that I have come to abolish the law or the prophets (SAID JESUS!)  I have come not to abolish but to fulfill.  Amen, I say to you, until heaven and earth pass away, not the smallest part or the smallest part of a letter will pass from the law, until all things have taken place.”  (Matthew 5:17)

To all you Christians out there… ask yourself, are you a hypocrite?

Show us rational, logical thinkers how you’re not.

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The Meat Eater’s Bull Shit Argument: Plants Have Feelings, Too!

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I responded to a blog post about the treatment and killing of animals when an apparent meat eater posted – to me specifically – that Plants are Alive! Insinuating that Plants have Feelings too!

I hear this statement often, and usually don’t respond as I assume they are either taking the piss, or I feel they’re just too fucking dumb to explain that while plants and animals are both ‘alive’ their ‘Alive-ness’ is fundamentally different.

But this guy seemed pretty cool, and so I began to respond until I realized my response was longer than anticipated and decided to make it a blog post… because why not?

Here it is:

Paul, and what about those who eat plants? aren’t those alive too?
Some manner of consistency must be attained.
What we need is balance, not black and white statements. We eat everything like pigs and destroy the lives of many animals without need. We even torture them like this poor bear. That is the problem. Meat-eating itself is not the problem.

While I applaud your realization that the torture of animals is wrong (so I assume you hunt and/or raise your own animals to eat, or know exactly where your meat is coming from? Or are you playing Devil’s Advocate?)… your response “plants are alive too!” is typical for meat eaters who need to feel justified because of their addiction to meat.

Now, I’m going to assume you’re a rational person. If so, please continue reading.

People that consume meat (Meaters) argue that “plants have feelings, too” to justify their meat eating. The Meater is implying that these feelings the plant may have are comparable to the feelings of animals… because you know, plants are ‘alive’ too… so they have feelings… which seems to be your argument.

But have you really thought about this?

(I’m glad you did not pose the even more ridiculous argument – that there is far more killing of plants by vegetarians than the killing of animals by meat eaters. I’ll get to that in a moment, you know just in case you or anyone else reading this brings it up.)

The Evolution of Plants and Animals

Plants have been around for more than a billion years, while animals have been gracing our planet about 600 million years and over time plants and animals have evolved in different ways.

Plants – specifically plants that animals consume – have also evolved where they are dependent on an animal species to survive (corn – not GMO that’s a whole other can of worms- is a good example of this).

About 350 million years ago plants that have seeds were evolving and their very survival relied on animals to spread their seeds. Birds ate certain plants and pooped out the seeds (this still happens). Nectar-eating bees transferred pollen from one plant to another (that still happens too though the Shitty Habits of our species are killing the bees off)…. So while animals fuck to perpetuate their ‘seed’  plants – especially plants that produce stuff that can be eaten like grains, legumes and fruit – evolved to perpetuate their seed in this way.

If I came after you with a baseball bat, a knife or a gun and you had a chance to run… would you? Would you be scared? Would you run for your life?

Well that is Evolution at work. Fear saves us, Pain also has a function in our evolution… and we fear pain and death.

This is how we evolved and survived as a species and were THUS able to propagate our ‘seed’ – this is the way it works for animals,,, cause ya can’t propagate if you’re dead.

It is not how it works for plants, however. Please note that plants are many times older than animals. Do plants feel pain? Certainly not the way animals do. Do plants have a central nervous system sending pain stimulation/signals to any sensory receptors on their body like animals do? No, they don’t, and if they did, plants would have evolved a helluva lot differently than they have, and we would be eating other stuff (thus making how we live far different too).

This is the beauty of evolution and why shit works and why we are the way we are today… and why plants are the way they are.

Pain is an unpleasant feeling often caused by intense or damaging stimuli, like getting cracked in the face with a baseball bat and breaking your nose or skull or knocking out your teeth. Pain motivates animals – ALL FUCKING ANIMALS –  including the tortured chickens, pigs and cows you most likely eat, to run away from damaging situations (except the animals you eat CAN’T run away, can they?).

After animals (which includes our species) experience pain from an injury, and they don’t die from what gave them the  pain/injury, they protect the damaged body part while it heals… cast on a broken arm? Bandages on a head wound?

And then animals avoid similar experiences in the future… and if they don’t, their species most likely dies out. That’s Darwin.

Plants did not evolve this way.

Do plants have feelings? Perhaps, there are a few interesting studies about plants & feelings out there.

Do they feel pain like humans?  Do they feel pain like animals that are killed for food do.. with no central nervous system?

No. Making the argument plants have feelings too! moot.

Do plants run away? No. Why? Because they did not evolve that way. Why? Because they didn’t have to.

Logic at work here. Reread above if you don’t get it.

Moving on.

Early Humans Eating Meat To Survive

The very act of eating meat by our species 100,000 years ago or so was for survival... not because they thought eating an animal was yum yum.

What was easier 100,000 years ago? 60,000 years ago? 5000 years ago? Hunting an animal that:

A. doesn’t want to be killed and runs away, forcing you to expend valuable energy to try to catch it and eat it (and waste your energy on the chance you might not catch it)?

B. doesn’t want to be killed and might fucking kill and eat you?

C. or picking some stationary plant (that also uses you for their survival – though some plants CAN kill you and our species learned that pretty goddam fast) that you waste almost NO energy on and won’t rip your F@#$%^&* head off then eat you and your family?

So generally, eating meat was a seasonal thing when there was nothing left to pick (we hadn’t picked up farming yet). We evolved out of Africa between 200,000 and 100,000 years ago… and humans didn’t start leaving the continent til about 60,000 years ago… which means we all evolved pretty much the same way concerning what we consumed for food.

Next, my Meat Loving Acquaintance, let’s quickly discuss how meat is raised.

Raising Animals for Food and the Effects on the Environment

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Do you know how much fucking plant food it takes to raise a fucking cow? Do you know what the cost of meat production is?

Twenty Pounds of plant protein for one fucking pound of beef.

So every time you enjoy a big fat steak, we could be feeding a bunch of other humans on our planet with no food (I won’t get into how certain corporations are fucking up our planet with their various money making productions at the risk of not just people that live in the area of their production, but the entire planet).

The animals that are consumed are generally vegetarian (cows)  or omnivores (pigs/chickens). Factory farmed animals live in shitty torturous environments… then are murdered in the most heinous ways you can imagine.

Then, their often diseased carcasses with much less nutrients than the meat your great grandparents ate (as they probably ate free range everything and a LOT LESS OF IT) is frozen and shipped all over the world and put on the plates of the Ignorant, the Apathetic or those Addicts in denial who say, Plants are alive! or Plants have Feelings, too!

We do not have to eat meat to get our protein. Protein is in everything. Humans eat meat in this day and age because they are addicted to it. Just like people are addicted to alcohol or video games….

You don’t have to drink.
You don’t have to sit in front of a computer screen for 16 hours playing a video game.

But there are those who do, because that’s what addicts do.

Why Meat Taste Good

But meat TASTE SO GOOD!  I hear this bullshit all the time. Ignorant ass bullshit.

I’ve had enough with the snarky little jab: “if humans weren’t meant to eat meat why did god make it delicious?”

Yeah? Start eating fucking rats, pig balls, cow intestines and fucking rabbit ass and tell me how delicious that is you fucking half a fucktard.

Let’s take a fun digression and make a list of other stuff people think taste good:

*People in China think Chicken Ass tastes good.

*Some people eat stinky ass smelling bleu fucking cheese because they think it tastes good.

*People in Korea and Vietnam eat dog meat.

*Rednecks and cowboys eat fucking Rocky Mountain Oysters AKA Pig Testicles.

*Scottish People eat a dish that is made from a sheep’s stomach stuffed with diced sheep’s liver, lungs and heart, oatmeal, onion, suet and seasoning called Haggis. YUM.

*In Asia there is a fruit that smells like socks that have been worn for a week on sweaty feet, it’s called Durian… though it taste better than it smells.

*Here in Taiwan they eat something called Chou Dou Fu or stinky bean curd. They fucking love it… and it smells like someone stepped in shit (the first time I smelled it – I thought I DID step in shit. I checked my shoes and everything)… but I will say that if someone put a gun to my head, I’d eat the stinky tofu before I ate that fucking bleu cheese.

People around the world eat fucked up shit that they think tastes good because they grew up with it and associate this food with good memories.

So enough with the selfish “It taste good” bullshit.

Try not cooking your meat and keep it unseasoned and see how fucking ‘delicious’ your dead animal is.

So to those who think eating an apple is the same as eating an animal… it’s time to get your head out of your ass.

You’re on the right path, good sir. At least you care enough to comment, recognize there is a huge fucking problem in the meat industry and seem willing to do something about it.

It’s a step in the right direction.

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Too Smart to Be a Cop? Pervasive Idiocy? A Danger to Society?

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Too Smart to be a Cop?

ABC News published a story about a man whose bid to become a police officer was rejected when he scored too high on an intelligence test. He subsequently sued the court.

The court supported the departments decision stating that it was a “rational basis for the policy.

I love the reason they give:

“….police interviewed only candidates who scored 20 to 27, on the theory that those who scored too high could get bored with police work and leave soon after undergoing costly training.”

(The man scored a 33 on the test which is the equivalent to an IQ of 125).

Bored with police work? Really?

Police work can be pretty exciting.

The REAL reason I suspect is not the reason the Establishment gives.

I believe one of the real reasons people with higher IQs are not being hired for police departments is that people who actually think would question the status quo.

People who think (evil geniuses aside) would want to change things, make things more efficient and after a while would most likely try to change the system. This is why they want average to low IQ officers on the force –  they are easily manipulated.

These lower IQ officers are the same ones that will say, “I was just following orders” and “I was just doing my job” as a (excuse the irony) ‘get out of jail free‘ card.

Police Officers are mostly acquitted – as in the most recent case in Ferguson when Darren Wilson shot an unarmed youth named Mike Brown killing him.  Read about it here:
http://www.wsj.com/articles/ferguson-police-officer-not-charged-in-black-teens-shooting-1416882438

You can read a couple more examples here:

http://www.nytimes.com/1984/03/16/us/policeman-in-miami-is-aquitted-by-jury-in-slaying-of-black.html

and here

“I Can’t Breathe” http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2014-12-03/ny-cop-avoids-choke-death-charge-renewing-ferguson-outrage.html

and here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shooting_of_Amadou_Diallo

There is no end to the examples of police brutality by presumably low IQ officers.

The chances of a smart, rational thinking police officer drawing his gun and killing someone unarmed would be much less –  as they would have the brain capacity to think not only rationally but abstractly (thinking outside the box).

A smart police officer would have the mental capacity to diffuse a situation before it got too serious- and protect themselves without tazing and beating the shit out of their victims (while other officers participated or stood by and watched) or worse… unloading their service weapons into their victims.

Perhaps police departments around the country, filled with dummies, is why the police do not treat civilians well. They have an us against them attitude as they suspect and profile everyone. Perhaps this is the reason there are so many attacks on Blacks and Hispanics by white police officers – they’re just too mentally challenged.

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Police are just smart enough to work their equipment… but if a situation rises beyond their control – i.e. beyond their police training, beyond their indoctrination to be good little robots working for the system – they shoot and ask questions later… unless of course they shoot and their victim dies, which is usually the case. But they don’t have to worry. Their superiors cover for them while they ‘investigate’ what happened. Kind of like Fat Cat investigating Tom Cat for killing a bird.

The lower IQs may also keep them bigoted and racist. Recently police officers in Florida were using mug shots of black men for target practice. You can read about that here:

http://www.thedailybeast.com/cheats/2015/01/17/cops-shot-blacks-mugshots-as-practice.html

How often do we see police in the news tazer, beat up, shoot, or worse shoot and kill – especially when they are people of color?

How many times in the news do we see a raid on the wrong house or the right house but over something stupid?

How many times in the news do we see racial profiling, mistaken identity and bully cops provoking the public?

We see it all the time.

Perhaps if we left the police work to those who can think rationally, who can problem solve, who can think outside the box – which often happens with people who have higher IQs – some of the problems we read about in the media would diminish.

The military, police departments and even large corporations need their workers to obey orders without thinking.

Police have to be held accountable.. dumb or not.

One final note: The legislation for cameras to be attached to uniforms should be applauded. This should be a law. If this becomes mandatory in every state, the transparency will keep officers in line.  If they are turned off at ANY time, the offending officer should be fined. If it happens repeatedly, the officer should be fired.

Now the question is, what are We The People going to do about this?


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SOURCES:

http://abcnews.go.com/US/court-oks-barring-high-iqs-cops/story?id=95836

http://thefreethoughtproject.com/court-police-departments-refuse-hire-smart/

 

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You might also be interested in reading:

1. Guns Don’t Kill People:  https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2014/12/27/guns-dont-kill-people-people-kill-people/

2. Proud to be American? Why?:  https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2014/12/28/proud-to-be-american/

3. If you’re black and ain’t rich watch the F#$% out!: https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2014/12/28/freedom-the-perils-of-being-black-or-a-person-of-color/

Happy Life Celebration! 生日快樂! The Birthday Greeting & Social Media

 

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Happy Birthday!

I almost never say or write this to people. And it’s NOT because I’m a No Fun Party Pooper.

I always wish my friends and family a Happy Life Celebration. Why not Happy Birthday, you ask?

How many birthdays have you had? 20? 34? 50? Less? More?

If you think about it, no one has had that many birthdays … unless you’re Buddhist or Hindu and you’ve been reincarnated all those times.

We have all had ONE birthday… That’s right!

That’s the day our Mothers – after nine months of carrying us around and all the life changing work that comes with that – suffered in child bearing labor to have us.

All the rest of those birthdays are Celebrations! So be sure to THANK YOUR MOTHER on the celebration of your birthday… she did all the work!

That being said, I was wishing some friends a ‘Happy Life Celebration’ the other day on-line. And it struck me how different things are now.

Back before computers were all the rage, long before Social Media became a thing, back when Snail Mail was just called mail and Email wasn’t a word yet – we had our calendars & date books to mark not only our errands, dates, meetings, outings and vacation time, but also our friends’ & family members’ Birthdays.

We would write in our date books Get card for Mom or Bday card for Leslie. Then during the course of our day we would go to a shop to buy a card. We would scrutinize each one carefully. We would pick up a few up here and there and try to pick out the perfect one that expressed what we thought of the person we were buying it for.

Some of the cards were funny, some were very sentimental, some cards played the Happy Birthday Song when you opened them.

We read each one wondering, should I get a funny one? Perhaps a serious one? What would they think of this one? We put thought, time and energy (and money!) into getting the perfect card just for that special someone.

Sometimes, if we couldn’t find that perfect card in the shop or if we wanted to make our friend or family member feel extra special, we custom made our own cards. We would buy nice thick drawing paper and colored pens and sketch a design just for the person we were wishing a happy birthday.

Then we got the envelope, put the card inside, we licked the minty tasting glue flap to seal it. We wrote their address on the envelope and the return address. We bought the stamps, licked the stamps, fixed the stamps to the envelope, got high off all the minty tasting glue we’ve been licking, then went to the post office or dropped it into a road side mail-box.

A mailman would eventually come and gather the mail and the journey  of the Birthday Card – at a snail’s pace -would begin.

The Happy Birthday Card would then travel a day or two or three, and finally arrive – hopefully – at your friend or family member’s address where they would retrieve it from their mailbox, bring it into the house, sit down, tear open the envelope, read your words and smile.

They appreciated the thought, the sentiment. They appreciated the time and energy they knew you put into making sure they got the card by their birthday… as they probably did the same for you.

Ahhh, those were the days!

Social networking has changed all that.

Indeed, it is convenient not having to remember everyone’s birthday as Social Networking does it for you now. That is an upside.

But the time and thought that goes into Birthday Wishes has decreased dramatically.

Sure there are those that leave a nice thought on your wall. Sure there are those that went through the trouble to download or make a digital birthday card for you.

But most just leave a quick ‘Happy Birthday!’ (or  生日快樂! in Taiwan).

Some can’t even manage to write the whole two words Happy Birthday but instead write Happy Bday or worse HBD or HB.

There are those who don’t wish anyone a Happy Bday or HB or HBD on Social Networking. So perhaps the receiver of the Happy Birthday Sentiment still appreciates the gesture.

For those under the age of say… 20, the process of buying a card and mailing it off to a friend using snail mail is most likely a foreign concept. This younger digital generation does things a lot differently than their predecessors.

Perhaps, I’m showing my age (forever 25! har har), and it IS just the thought that counts, but it just seems to me that we could put a bit more effort into our Birthday Celebration Wishes.

Is the generation of mailing cards using (snail) mail over?

Your thoughts?

That being said, if today is the Anniversary of your Birth… Happy Life Celebration!

Peace & Love

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You Might also like to read:

1. A few Guidelines I’ve picked up as I forge through Life: https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/lifes-guidelines-2/

2. What is a Friend? How many do you have…. Really? https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/who-what-is-a-friend-really/

3. Worthy Quotes from Yours Truly: https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2011/07/19/boston-paul-quotes/

4. Waiting in Line… a funny little tale we can relate to: https://bostonpaul.wordpress.com/2011/02/11/the-express-lane-10-items-or-less/

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Freedom & The Perils of Being Black or a Person of Color (in the USA)

For the Past 10,000 years or so, The World at Large has never really been Free. There has always been a ruler claiming authority from the gods or claiming divinity themselves. This divine power then gave them the authority to subjugate and enslave the populace. To do what they will to ‘their’ people.

Great Philosophers throughout the ages write of Freedom, Liberty, Pursuits of Happiness. These Writings which have made it into various Constitutions and are the very fundamentals of Democracy in much of the ‘First’ World …are but pipe dreams. These Pipe Dreams look good on paper, but are rarely fully allowed.

The United States in its infancy proclaimed Freedom and Liberty for its ‘We The People’ while they embraced Slavery, Indentured Servitude, and Hazardous Working Conditions & Racism for the Chinese building the railroads.

They proclaimed ‘All Men are Created Equal’ while they Bullied & performed Acts of Genocide to The Indigenous Peoples that lived on and worked the land – thousands of years before any White Man decided to occupy, lie to & exploit, rape & pillage, torture, displace, remove and/or kill these First Nation Peoples of the Americas.

One would think that as our Species evolves, we should be moving away from how other animals on the planet live. Our Species has developed technologies that can improve the lives of everyone on our Planet without destroying it. Yet, we stick to outdated modes of energy and outdated ideas about labor because we’ve ‘always done it this way’.

Our treatment of Fellow Humans has not changed and is not much different from other Species of Animals. Species that we sometimes watch with horror as when a Lion chases down and tears apart a Gazelle.  People living in the United States still live in a hierarchy where the One Percent treat the other 99% – particularly if you are a Person of ‘Color’ – as Peasants, Subjects, Slaves….  and Gazelles.

In regard to shootings of unarmed black men by white police officers in recent months – these atrocities have been happening for a very long time – long before we heard about it in the popular media –  but has in the past year or so been making headlines as the power of the internet & cell phones with cameras make it easier for The People to film and connect.

It really makes one wonder how this could still be happening. How ignorance, racism, stereotyping and bigotry persist.

The now dated US ideal was – once upon a time – that of a melting pot; a metaphor from the 1780s for a heterogeneous society (i.e. an all white society with Indigenous & African Slaves kicked to the peripheral) becoming more homogeneous. By the early 1900s with more and more immigrants coming from Europe and other parts of the world, the hope was that these different elements or people and their cultures would be melting together into a harmonious whole becoming one culture… the US of A culture.

That of course has not happened.

Perhaps we can blame religion; rich vs poor; white vs everyone who is not white; greed; cemented & hard to give up traditions; and whatever else is lurking in the dark recesses of our sub-conscious.

Fact is, it’s taking a couple of centuries to get where we are now. Change has been slow and painful.

*Women & Those of Color & Those Who Don’t Own Land can vote now.

*We can all drink out of the same water fountain.

*We can sit where we want to on the bus.

*We can share the public toilets.

We rejoice over small steps as politicians smile smugly at the cameras thinking of their legacy… their legacy being a small bone tossed to the tail-wagging masses to celebrate. The legacy – and fallacy – of granting ‘freedoms’ of what should should have been a right in the first place.

Rights continue to be fought for as in a few states one can now get married to whomever they choose and smoke a joint after work without fear of a SWAT team decimating the front door, killing their dog and shooting at their family members (though this can still happen in other states… and does).

Still, the US as a nation regrettably still has a long way to go as the rich are catered to and everyone else can F$%^ right off.

We are told that it is better in the US than other parts of the world, so we should be content with what we got.

Granted. We’d rather live in the US than other dangerous countries. Of course. But most of these other countries are not claiming to be a The Land of The Free, are they?

How exactly is Amerika The Land of The Free when the US Government imposes ridiculous laws or prevents people from truly living free?

Discrimination, Racism, Bigotry and Modern Day Slavery are still rampant in this Land of The Free:

If you’re a brown skinned person in the US, you are being discriminated against for one reason or another whether it’s in the Media, with the Police… and always by the Ignorant (We’re looking at you white skinned protestant Christians residing mostly in the South. We’re looking at you Top One Percent).

If you’re Native American, you’re discriminated against. You’ve been shuffled to Reservations as soon as the White Man broke the Treaties they intended on breaking anyway. More often than not you live a life of extreme poverty often accompanied by alcoholism. Indeed, there are those First Nations that have opened casinos and thrive, but for the majority it is still a day to day struggle.

If you’re Asian, you’re discriminated against. The Chinese had one hell of a time in Amerika in the 1800s building the railroads in slave like conditions. Wars the US had with Vietnam, Korea and Japan have perpetuated stereotypes, bigotry and racism towards ‘Oriental’ looking people.

If you’re African American, or confused as one (Caribbean, Jamaican, Haitian) you’re discriminated against… and have been since the first slaves arrived, when slavery ended in 1865, and right up til present day. The Media perpetuates stereotypes and deepens the ever widening crevice dividing the People.

If you’re Hispanic, you’re discriminated against often as a ‘border jumper’ (even though you might come – legally – from Puerto Rico). One must wonder why United Statesians worry so much about the ‘Wet-back’ border jumpers coming from the South and not so much about the ‘Ice-back’ border jumpers coming from the North.

If you’re of Middle Eastern descent, you’re discriminated against. You are often viewed as a Terrorist and treated with suspicion even though you might be from India or born in the US. The Media also perpetuates these stereotypes with fervor. People living in the States often forget that Terrorists come from everywhere and are of every color.

If you come from a country with mostly brown people, watch the fuck out, because Amerika will bomb you eventually (look at the track record).

If you were a white indentured servant (Irish for example) you were discriminated against (though the Irish could lose the accent and change the spelling of their last name to blend in… a bit more difficult when you’re a person of ‘color’ though)

Fact is, the Rich, White, Alpha-Male, Men that run Corporate Amerika don’t give a fuck about anyone. If you punch a clock and put up with all the BS of living and working in Amerika at low wages and no job security, barely making enough to pay for necessities, and no health care – you’re a modern day slave. Hell, even Slave Owners from the 1800s made sure their investments (their slaves) were healthy and taken care of… not so much now, eh?

Corporate Amerika does not buy slaves from Afrika anymore, but Slavery is still rampant in the US and in the form of Sweat Shops.

Do you wear Nike Shoes? Converse? Reebok? Where were your clothes made? Made in China? Indonesia? Vietnam? Then you – no matter what your color is – support Modern Day Slavery.

Sometimes the Irony just smothers me.

We the (Free-Thinking!) People, we Earthlings, we Brothers & Sisters of the World must put aside the ‘us vs them’ mentality when dealing with each other and focus on the real Enemy… those in Power that make it difficult for ‘us’ – the We The People of The World – regardless of color, creed, religion – to freely carve out a life where we are happy with our work; happy with our Communities; where we can move about freely; not have to worry about government/corporate interference in the form of Ridiculous Laws, Unfair Taxes & Red Tape that stretch from Sea to Shining Sea; and that age old endeavor: to Pursue Happiness.

Sadly, The United States of Amerika is not the Land of The Free anymore, I’m not sure it ever was.

The Fallacy Bubble is popping.
The Pipe Dream is smoldering.
The Streets are not paved with Gold. In fact, they’re not paved at all.
The Pursuit of Happiness is really a Pursuit of Consumerism.

People are realizing that The American Dream is not a dream, but a Frightmare in which the only way out, perhaps, is to Wake Up and Get the Hell Out of There.

What does it mean to be Free then?

*Doesn’t being Free mean not having to worry about being harassed, looked at suspiciously or lecherously because of gender, race or religion?
*Doesn’t being Free mean having food on the table, affordable health care and clean air to breathe?
*Doesn’t being Free mean having control over your own body, having a smoke or a drink now and again, being able to be unhampered in your pursuit of Happiness?
*Doesn’t being Free mean being able to do what you want as long as it doesn’t hurt others?

Because if what I wrote above defines the real meaning of Freedom, then the US and much of the rest of the world – has a long way to go.

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