I don't hate anyone, I'm just indifferent to the point of loathing

If you felt the Fuzz’s billy club, handcuffs, or jail time for being a harmless long-haired demonstrator for the causes of love and freedom, you’re now most likely a pointless gray ponytailed relic wearing ‘no ass’ old fart jeans.  Death be near.

I can’t wait for the next 10 years when I will never again have to hear the idiotic catchall phrase ‘it was the 60s man’…it’s like the Feminist cry ‘I’m having Women’s problems” or the insane full body Sunday Shavedown of the muscle heads ‘It’s a bodybuilding thing”

The 60s was a laughably impotent period full of self-absorbed, pompously bombastic, hypocrites in war paint and flowered vests, pathetic losers who are way worse then their reviled Parents ever were for upholding the values these rabid chipmunks now horde.

The only thing the 60s had was music- that much I’ll give them and stretch ski pants that went inside the boot and would get your feet totally wet.  And great cigarette commercials…but that’s it…to hold on to that infantile poppycock - well when I see an ex hippy, if I can’t run him over, bash his head in with a rock or spit on him…I’ll try for his old lady in the long jean granny skirt