Wednesday, July 27, 2016

There Weren't That Many Freaks in the Sixties

Although Woodstock and lots of retro blatherskite histories make it seem like hippies and freaks were all over the place, it wasn't true.  Call it a million freaks around Woodstock and call them maybe ten percent of the hippies and freaks who would have been there if possible.  That's still only ten million people out of a country which was probably around two hundred and fifty million at the time.

Most of the ones who looked like freaks but weren't only did it to get laid and, why not, as hippie girls were as beautiful as it's possible to get with those bell-bottomed blue jeans, those peasant blouses, very little make-up and that fantastic long hair.

(Pauses a moment to consider that as most nostalgia isn't worth a damn but this bit suits me just fine)

See anything you like, do you?


Peace!


Yah, that's what women looked like without piercing, tats, and black paint all over their faces.  We dig it that kids do such whacked stuff but, dayum, I don't have to do it too, right?


We love Pokemon Go too although we haven't the foggiest as to what it does except catch freaky yellow creatures but we don't have to know what it does.  We see how much those who do it dig what they are doing.


We weren't many but we stopped that fucking war and the troops did come home.  It took multiple tries and some years to do it but they were finally ordered home.  The Revolutions come and go but the Resistance never dies and this one has been alive since the sixties.

We're counting on you, Millennials.  It's not over, it's never over.

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