Because I’m babyfaced, I’ve been assumed to be a Boomy Baber my whole fucking life, despite having been born during the war to a father who didn’t make it back. Spoiled-brat boomers have been making my (and everybody else’s) life miserable since the ’60s when they decided to do the world a favor and treat everybody to their tastes in “music” via the big stereos bought with their parents’ money. Western culture, through their efforts, has assumed the proportions of a swamp for the least common (and I do mean “common”) denominator. Art and literature have descended to the level of grunts and graffiti.
And now I find their execrable spawn taking up space and blaming me for the fact that nobody taught them how to suck their thumbs.
You know I just love blaming your generation for everything Gerard…but “runs USA economy into ground”?
Perhaps, if ALL of the hippies stayed hippies, kept their jaundiced paws clean of corporate taint, worked themselves into their winter years growing their own lettuce and kale and reefer to “stick it to the man,” they *woulda* run the USA economy into the ground. As it is, the hippies that have overrun Timber Cove and Bodega Bay are vacationing from the senior exec positions down in the bay area after having become what they once swore to spend a lifetime hating. And, I notice a lot of them are making good on keeping-on hating what they now are, which is another story…
But this eighties-boom is because of their investments and such. Have to give credit where it’s due.
Didn’t bother to skim & see if someone else has pointed this out already. Probably so. I’m on the road.
VanderleunSeptember 3, 2017, 11:08 AM
“But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue”
You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….
NoriSeptember 3, 2017, 2:21 PM
“The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue”
Epic, EPIC Aesop comment at the link.
Dink NewcombSeptember 3, 2017, 5:03 PM
** “You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….” **
Far out man! Dinner! I’ll be there by ten PM if the rides keep up like they have been. I can just sleep on the floor in the living room.
OH, wow man, is your grill big enough for this road kill possum I just found. He was just dead and there was hardly any flies on him and he don’t stink or nothing.
—No, it wasn’t quite that bad but those were some VERY INSTRUCTIVE days! And not all hitchikers were hippies. I did it when I graduated from the SE Asia campus of the School of Hard Knocks mostly to get AWAY from hippies. I KNEW that wasn’t going to turn out well, and 40-45 years later, here we are!
Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.
To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted
and not wish for evil; and not be duped
By dreams of universal justice or happiness. These dreams will
not be fulfilled.
To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand
Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars
and his history… for contemplation or in fact…
Often appears atrociously ugly. Integrity is wholeness,
the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty
of the universe. Love that, not man
Apart from that, or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions,
or drown in despair when his days darken.
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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Not to mention o’bongo twice.
Because I’m babyfaced, I’ve been assumed to be a Boomy Baber my whole fucking life, despite having been born during the war to a father who didn’t make it back. Spoiled-brat boomers have been making my (and everybody else’s) life miserable since the ’60s when they decided to do the world a favor and treat everybody to their tastes in “music” via the big stereos bought with their parents’ money. Western culture, through their efforts, has assumed the proportions of a swamp for the least common (and I do mean “common”) denominator. Art and literature have descended to the level of grunts and graffiti.
And now I find their execrable spawn taking up space and blaming me for the fact that nobody taught them how to suck their thumbs.
Je suis not amused.
You know I just love blaming your generation for everything Gerard…but “runs USA economy into ground”?
Perhaps, if ALL of the hippies stayed hippies, kept their jaundiced paws clean of corporate taint, worked themselves into their winter years growing their own lettuce and kale and reefer to “stick it to the man,” they *woulda* run the USA economy into the ground. As it is, the hippies that have overrun Timber Cove and Bodega Bay are vacationing from the senior exec positions down in the bay area after having become what they once swore to spend a lifetime hating. And, I notice a lot of them are making good on keeping-on hating what they now are, which is another story…
But this eighties-boom is because of their investments and such. Have to give credit where it’s due.
Didn’t bother to skim & see if someone else has pointed this out already. Probably so. I’m on the road.
“But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue”
You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….
“The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue”
Epic, EPIC Aesop comment at the link.
** “You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….” **
Far out man! Dinner! I’ll be there by ten PM if the rides keep up like they have been. I can just sleep on the floor in the living room.
OH, wow man, is your grill big enough for this road kill possum I just found. He was just dead and there was hardly any flies on him and he don’t stink or nothing.
—No, it wasn’t quite that bad but those were some VERY INSTRUCTIVE days! And not all hitchikers were hippies. I did it when I graduated from the SE Asia campus of the School of Hard Knocks mostly to get AWAY from hippies. I KNEW that wasn’t going to turn out well, and 40-45 years later, here we are!