There are no Krishna people, either. Does anyone else remember seeing them outside the Boston Public Library in Copley Square back in the early 80s?
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Who are the Krishna people?
They were so sinister, but back in the 80s they were just randos. There's a documentary out there about their cult. Really weird, from my perspective, because when I was like 9 years old, I thought it might be nice to be like them at the airport runnning around with a tambourine. I'm so glad I wasn't. Anyway, look it up and read about them. Then, question everything. The Krishna people, in a nutshell, were worshipping a huge drug lord and it was a mafia, that brainwashed them. Back in the 80s, and even 70s, they were just hippy dippy people. John Waters even made a film about how the daughter wanted to run away from the mother to join the Krishna people. Hare, hare krishna!
There’s a temple of theirs very near me. I don’t see many around now but back in the 90s it’s was a big thing. But they were always very peaceful here, not remotely sinister. They just played that tambourine and chanted away and did their own thing
A group of them came by my college every week and provided a low cost, all you can eat vegetarian lunch. Don't know much else about them, but that's a point in their favor in my books.
Yeah, that whole documentary about them I saw 6 months ago was like something that blew my mind. That's how I remember them. Just peaceful people chanting in public with their veils and what not. I'm fascinated by how there's a temple near you of them! Some of them kept faith and continue their dedication to whatever they dedicate themselves to? I remember a loooong time ago when I was 12 I said to my mother in a heated argument, "I'm going to run away and join the Krishna people from the mall!" She won the argument (because age and wisdom) but I gave her a run for her money because she saw the same movie I did by John Waters.
Well now I just looked up the documentary and put it on! Whatever this faction is I don’t think it’s representative of the whole. The ones near me I think have always embodied peacefulness. The temple has its doors open regularly, I’ve never really walked in and looked around but it would be interesting. It’s also in an area that’s really blown up in value since they bought it, worth many millions today. I’m sure they’ve been offered buyouts by developers but clearly didn’t accept any if so. Just goes to show it’s not about the money for them!
Wrong. You are expected to give me 10% of your wages via carrier pigeon or face consequences.
…yet.
I agree. Same as public libraries, someone pays for it, either through work or through money. So people should always donate to their instance if they are able to. Otherwise they are actively promoting the opposite: closed source, for profit, walled gardens.
Well put
you can use open source apps for youtube and reddit, you dont even need to register or watch any of the ads. however yoz get promoted posts that are upvoted by bots, pretty sure its true here as well.
For now...
I am curious about a few of your worst case expectations.
Admins secretly taking money to inject stealth ads? I don't know the mechanisms too well but it'd be nice to know where the cancer is likely to start from.