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Archive for August, 2012

Grinded Axes

“I think you should keep on playing rock for as long as you have an axe to grind, & if you haven’t got an axe to grind, you should go into cabaret.” –Pete Townsend on one of those Dave Marsh lists of obscure musical facts

After struggling these past few days, I get what I didn’t get at nine when I could not imagine not having axes to grind.  The mind these days is clear.  Not not some Scientology slang but literally. Clear.  Nothing on the agenda.  The political one.  Without that, the muse is melted and moldy.

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Angela Keaton, an anarchist living in West Hollywood, will be speaking at Libertopia Festival 2012 in San Diego. Stay in touch at Facebook http://Facebook.com/LibertopiaFestival Follow us on Twitter http://Twitter.com/LibertopiaFest Find all details for the festival at http://Libertopia.org

 


Something about a New Era

They say a tree is as tall as its many branches But not all god’s children have the same chances — Bedrock Featuring KYO ‘For What You Dream Of’

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RON PAUL:  I’m… I’m not, uh, I’m not as judgmental about that because of my, probably because of my medical background.  So, I don’t, I don’t see it as in that simplistic terms.  I think it’s a complex issue to decide whether it’s sin or other problems with, uh, the way, with the way people are born.  Uh,  it’s, it’s to me too, too complex to be, uh, to give an answer as simple as that.

JOHN LOFTON:  Do you believe that God says it’s a sin?

RON PAUL:  Well… I, I believe a lot of people , uh, understand it that way, but I think everybody’s God’s child, too, so I have, you know, trouble with that.

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Had an idea on Sunday while listening to Ron Paul’s final speech. A final bow to the electoral system in which most of his (more…)


CPR at the Beach: Ostrom’s Prescription by Robert Anthony Peters

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In trying to make the most of my Santa Cruz tenure, I strive to walk the beach each day. Some mornings start a little later as I wait for the coastal fog to burn off. Most everywhere I live I take long walks in my surroundings. It is very infrequent that I live in more peaceful spots that will put me in touch with less developed, natural environments. I consider this a wonderful opportunity to step back and (more…)


Motown and America’s Cultural Revolution by Robert Anthony Peters

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Though it may seem like only yesterday to some of our dear readers, it was 51 years ago today that Motown Records would release their first #1 hit, “Please Mr. Postman” by The Marvelettes. Yesterday’s article celebrating an event thirty years more recent may seem more significant, but I would argue that Motown and the cultural shift that it helped create has (more…)


“Revolution with a Smile and a Song” – Happy Independence Day, Estonia! by Robert Anthony Peters

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Twenty-one years ago, the Soviet Union looked as though it would endure forever. Twenty-one years ago, Estonia appeared to be a pawn of foreign powers in perpetuity. Twenty-one years ago today, independence was declared by this small nation. All because of song.

Estonians had unfortunately gotten used to being pushed around. Since 1208, they had only had a brief period of independence from (more…)


RIP Groucho Marx by Robert Anthony Peters

Today marks the 35th anniversary of the passing of one of the great treasures our world had the pleasure of knowing, Groucho Marx. I am reposting a blog post I wrote almost a year ago. Hopefully it will be a good reminder to those of us in the freedom movement to keep our sense of humor. (more…)


Public Art in Sand – Look on my works, ye Mighty, and enjoy! by Robert Anthony Peters

Public art on the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk of a Great White Shark created by Bill photographed by Robert Anthony Peters for a blog entry for Libertopia

I spent last Friday at the beach. While walking along the shore, I spied a great white shark, stranded above the tide line. I wasn’t the only one who noticed, of course. Over a dozen people were staring at it from the pier directly above and well over a hundred more would appreciate its grandeur by that evening. I should mention that the beast was not made of flesh and blood but of sand and … well, sand.

Enter Bill, sand sculptor who designs a new piece a few times a week. Clearly not a beach bum, Bill graduated with a bachelor of science degree in chemical engineering, had a (more…)