Just curious about something I saw/heard during the big anti-war protest demonstrations in the middle of this last September on the mall in DC that I'd been meaning to mention.
A young man was addressing the audience and pointed out to everyone that his appearance there, along with the rest of those from his generation, was proof those opposing the war was "not just a bunch old Sixties hippies!"
I had to laugh. After bellying across the floor to reclaim the cane I'd lost when falling from my chair after laughing so hard, I slithered back to my rocker and, tediously climbing back up into it, concluded, "Ah, the kid's probably just a student at George Bush's old alma mater, The Yale School of Diplomacy and Coalition Building."
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I didn't see that. Probably because my three pair of triple thick coke glasses were too blurred from the rising putrefaction of my decaying old body. I would've laughed, but I'm afraid my teeth would fall out of my gums again. I feel sorry for the young man if he thinks that's what he'll be like in a few yrs.
Just lost the best comment here I've ever written. I know, I know, you'll have to take my word for it.
Well, unable to recapture it, I'll scribble out a puny rehash of it.
First of all, careful d.k. I'm so glad you didn't see the speaker who spoke this about all the old hippies from the Sixties. I could see you jumping up and down in front of the TV and breaking a hip or something.
But my point being...here we are, me, you, (and then there's those old 60's hippie too) and this kid has the naive gall to alienate that group by spewing the ageist spin of Madison Ave he's grown up with all his life.
We have the same freakin' agenda of peace here and he felt to compelled to say something like that??!!
Well, we need to transcend that attitude; rise above it. We should be embracing each other. We NEED each other, if we're to begin to accomplish our mission.
Sadly, however, I'm not above that. Having found another group I oppose--punk kids who disparage old hippies who were on the frickin' anti-war battle lines 20 years before they were born, I'd like to kick the shit outta this kid.
Of course I'm kidding. But I would like to talk to that kid, to persuade him we're all of the same cloth (plus, someday--if he's lucky--he'll be a very old bastard like me).
If he doesn't see the light, THEN I'd kick the shit outta him. (Or, more likely, he outta me.)
I hope that doesn't shock too many peace loving folks but, hey, it's part of our species' make up, right? We're aggressive sumbitches. We kill our own better than any other species.
Our aggression gene is too dominant, our dominance gene too aggressive. Throw in the *God* gene, and you have the complete recipe for The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada (or the entire human race of which he is but one).
Well, the lost comment went something like that but, trust me, it was far, FAR better. (Take my word for it...or not [grin])
Dada, if that comment was your "puny rehash" then I'm left wondering how much better the "original" could've been, because it was beautiful! Yeah, we need to track this kid down, pin him down, & force him to watch outtakes from Chicago '68, Abbie & Jerry & all the Chicago 7 Trial, mass protests in Berkeley & LA ... gotta revolution? got to revolution! This kid and his friends NEED us, we organized & protested & it WORKED. After he eats his words, I'll embrace him -- gingerly, gotta watch that old hipbone.
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