Old Hippie P.S.A. #1.2  Colorful Clothes

I bought a pinkie ring, and I have my tattoo.

I think an ear ring is next.

Why? You might ask.

"Hopi clowns are an integral part of Hopi Kachina 

ceremonials where they participate in sacred rituals

 as well as unique clown performances—some with 

direct contact with the spectators. The clown's 

performance centers on humor and entertainment, 

but also they monitor the assembled crowd and 

provide policing activities over both the Kachina 

performers and the audience. Mockery is a tool 

used to warn spectators of non-Hopi behavior, 

and generally long remembered by the recipient 

of clown attention."  Wikipedia

Look at it this way. What do you notice when you 

see an old person? generally nothing except

the automatic catagory "old person" which is 

quickly filed in your mental trash. Old people are 

generally regarded as something in the way, but, 

when they die, you get a lot of goodies. Sure, we're

ugly and can't do very much, but we have something

you don't. It's called wisdom. That's why they used

to call them "elders" instead of "winos", as they do now.

That's why my project is to make this trash heap look like

a Christmas tree. If ten percent of the fogies dressed

up like that, imagine what a brighter, more interesting

world we'd live in. Most enlightened siddhas sit around

fishing banks, eating fish guts and are generally ignored,

waiting for that one person with good enough karma to

come along so he has somebody to teach. Not many

have very good karma now, so, I feel like it's time to take

the message to the people. Just because you wear a

three piece suit doesn't mean that you have a clue what

you're doing with your life. Never forget Richard Cory.

If nothing else, my project, if fulfilled, will stop a lot of

runaway thought trains in their tracks. Just stand on 

Fifth Ave. in New York City for ten minutes and observe 

peoples' faces.  Q.E.D.

STOP RUNAWAY THOUGHT TRAINS!