I'm a product of the 60s. That was the very best time to grow up. I'll prove it too you.
It was before all this gun craziness. Even Sears and JC Penny sold guns and you could order the gun of your choice from a magazine.
Being younger, we didn't have to learn to be a hippie. It was already defined for us. All we had to do was grow our hair and pretend.
If you didn't want to pretend, Hippies were natural politically correct game and one could beat them up without fear of being arrested or charged with a hate crime.
Hippie chicks, at least the ones who shaved their legs, were really cool. They believed in "Free Love". All we had to do was to learn to block their constant blabbering out, totally ignoring their pyhcobabble about trees, whales, and most important remember not to throw our beer cans out the car window.
Why even our war was better. By the time we served, we were told it was already lost. As Forest Gump would say, "One less thing to worry about." All we had to do was worry about staying alive. That could be hard at times. In a lost war they don't give you little things like bullets, re-enforcements, or planes.
By the time we got out of the service, it was just in time for the greatest girl picking up phenomena in history, the Disco Era. Once we learned to ignore the music with its constant beat that more or less founded Rap music, all we had to do was NOT dress up like a girly man gay guy and we could walk out with about any girl in the place.
You know it would have been perfect if it wasn't for those lonesome guys who would have grown up dating assorted small farm animals hadn't started listening to the Hippie chick physcobabble just to get laid and started believing it. Can you imagine? These guys took their life's lessons from airhead girls that not only didn't shave but would sleep with any Tom, Dick, or Harry who would nod his head in agreement while they ranted on about their latest "Save This" idea.
Tj (The Pangloss eternal optimist.)
November 4th 2009 2:14 AM
