So been a while but here we go again. Today's blog is called the Petro Hippie. I was a little taken back when I first met one of these friendly fellows as to what to really think of them. We met at dinner I remember because it was steak night and he was at the time enjoying a large bowl of hummus and dried pita chips. Commenting on how great the hummus was and that he was surprised that the camp served couscous in the salad bar. Something did not strike me as normal right off the hop here. It was staring directly at the needle in the haystack. Then I began to notice them....... lots of them! Sticking out in the crouds be it with their short beaked hemp hats, I-pads wrapped in what appears to be organic denim slings, and gathering in small groups around the soy milk. It was a strange revelation as if the "Organic" wool had been pulled off my eyes.
The Petro Hippie is just that a green grass loving, commune living, festival volunteering Hippie. They may drive an old school bus and serve wraps at your favorite festival, or be the prius driver on the weekends at the farmers market. They just happens to make a living in the largest industrial pollution machine the great white north has ever seen. By day they blast hundreds of thousands of barrels of black sludge to refineries across north America contributing to the ongoing siege that is global warming and Capitalism. By days off signing petitions to save the ducks or enjoying their time debating in trendy coffee shops the turmoils mother earth is currently facing. They hold hands across the table over their $10 fair trade espressos ( That guess who paid for) saying they can feel her pain. They then plan to have a meditation at the park with the rest of their Petro Hippie friends when they get off shift from Tarsand land. I am sorry I do understand there are energies that make the world up and their flow is amazing but its hard to feel them when your life is a lie.
Now I am not sure if these urine masking friendly folks hide their "Dark side" from their unknowing real Earth friendly friends at whole foods. I am thinking thou that somebody has to have a clue how they can afford the latest hemp pants, Organic cotton T's and never mind the $50,000 Ford escape Hybrid. Either they are paying off the other hippies with lbs of quin oi and hemp seeds or they are like some kind disguised crusader who feels they are balancing their carbon footprint of a couple megatons of carbon with a 20x20 community Garden. Swooping off to do their job in the carbon releasing tar pits weeks at a time then returning to la la land like everything is going to be o.k. and feel they are making a difference. While all their hard working true to earth friends are none the wiser and just think the soap business is really taking off for them.
The animal that I would pair the Petro Hippie with is a strange one. Seeing as the Petro Hippie is really unsure of what their natural surroundings should be, does not really understand who they truly are and quite frankly confuses the heck out of everyone else who sees what they do. You my sideways talking flip flopping friend are the platypus, cause frankly I think the platypus wakes up some days and says "What they hell?"
The Petro Hippie is just that a green grass loving, commune living, festival volunteering Hippie. They may drive an old school bus and serve wraps at your favorite festival, or be the prius driver on the weekends at the farmers market. They just happens to make a living in the largest industrial pollution machine the great white north has ever seen. By day they blast hundreds of thousands of barrels of black sludge to refineries across north America contributing to the ongoing siege that is global warming and Capitalism. By days off signing petitions to save the ducks or enjoying their time debating in trendy coffee shops the turmoils mother earth is currently facing. They hold hands across the table over their $10 fair trade espressos ( That guess who paid for) saying they can feel her pain. They then plan to have a meditation at the park with the rest of their Petro Hippie friends when they get off shift from Tarsand land. I am sorry I do understand there are energies that make the world up and their flow is amazing but its hard to feel them when your life is a lie.
Now I am not sure if these urine masking friendly folks hide their "Dark side" from their unknowing real Earth friendly friends at whole foods. I am thinking thou that somebody has to have a clue how they can afford the latest hemp pants, Organic cotton T's and never mind the $50,000 Ford escape Hybrid. Either they are paying off the other hippies with lbs of quin oi and hemp seeds or they are like some kind disguised crusader who feels they are balancing their carbon footprint of a couple megatons of carbon with a 20x20 community Garden. Swooping off to do their job in the carbon releasing tar pits weeks at a time then returning to la la land like everything is going to be o.k. and feel they are making a difference. While all their hard working true to earth friends are none the wiser and just think the soap business is really taking off for them.
The animal that I would pair the Petro Hippie with is a strange one. Seeing as the Petro Hippie is really unsure of what their natural surroundings should be, does not really understand who they truly are and quite frankly confuses the heck out of everyone else who sees what they do. You my sideways talking flip flopping friend are the platypus, cause frankly I think the platypus wakes up some days and says "What they hell?"
Hahaha, I'm pretty sure these guys all white water rafted there way up to Fort McMurray, so its all good!!
ReplyDeleteWow...this is almost like reading "stuff white people like"...you see yourself a bit and feel kind of put off, but them realize it is the truth.ouch
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