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Can't get it embedded. You have to click. (Sorry Proto.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0L6Wn9JiR8

seeahill wrote:Can't get it embedded. You have to click. (Sorry Proto.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0L6Wn9JiR8

I graduated from Evergreen State College. I'll say this about them, the modern day hippies are about 10 times more intellectually flexible and significantly better read than the craptastic boomer types. Met at least two who went on to work for the DOD after extensive work abroad.

I was in the Craptastic times. No regrets.

Blaidd Drwg wrote:

seeahill wrote:Can't get it embedded. You have to click. (Sorry Proto.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0L6Wn9JiR8

I graduated from Evergreen State College. I'll say this about them, the modern day hippies are about 10 times more intellectually flexible and significantly better read than the craptastic boomer types. Met at least two who went on to work for the DOD after extensive work abroad.

West coast hippies are generally more down to earth than their midwestern and east coast cousins IMO.

Back in the day: there were back to the earth hippies. (sorta where I was)

And urban hippies.

Why can't one of you smart guys get this embedded?

seeahill wrote:Why can't one of you smart guys get this embedded?

Get rid of the s in https.

A reminder that there were men around in the 60's:

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzRUc3Zrvfw[/youtube]

[youtube]www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0L6Wn9JiR8[/youtube]

Fuck. Let me put it this way Bats. I had friends who died fighting in 'Nam. And I opposed the war. and demonstrated against it. I still think I was right. And I...
well, it's still a hard thing for me.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0L6Wn9JiR8[/youtube]

Thanks, T

One of my earliest childhood memories is sitting in my Grandmother's living room. My Grandmother had 12 twelve children; 6 girls and 6 boys. Up on a high shelf that ran the entire length of a wall were pictures of all of her children; around HS or college age. Every single picture of my uncles was them in their military boot camp photo. All served in military in the Vietnam era, 3 in country. One of my uncles served two tours in Vietnam. Also on that shelf was a picture of my mother when she was commissioned as an officer when she became a navy Nurse. My mother served in a Navy Hospital in Guam where they took care of the wounded from Vietnam. Now, that same scene was repeated in every house in the town my grandmother lived in. Every relative's house and every friend's house.

In my fathers home town in up state NY, there is a monument to those that served during Vietnam. My fathers name , both of his brothers and three of his cousins names are on that monument. My father and my uncle Ron served on Submarines. They spent the Vietnam years sitting outside Russian harbors and tracking Russian subs as they left port. My uncle Tony did a tour on a swift boat.

In short, I have nothing good to say about hippies, the counter culture and or the anti-war movement.

Got ya, Bats.

Me. I disagree. As the gal says, hippies changed the culture.

what music do you like?

since I knew the guys who went to 'Nam, I knew what they liked. and what they felt.

It wasn't that all black and white (excuse me) in that era. I'm just being frank here.

Hippies did change the culture to allow room for entitlement culture, political correctness and a completely putrescent obsession with the Beatles.

And for you to utter whatever moronic thing is on your mind. I'm taking another hit.

seeahill wrote:And for you to utter whatever moronic thing is on your mind. I'm taking another hit.

Gooood...Let the hate flow through you.

a good exhale. Utter. Utterly stoned.

And You?

seeahill wrote:a good exhale. Utter. Utterly stoned.

And You?

I don't get down with dissociatives nor do i revel in the racial epithets. , But I'll scrap with anyone who wants to limit your enjoyment of either.

I'm a whisky and benzos sort of fellow

Cool man.

As we said in the day.

I hate hippies so fucking much. It's really my only irrational hatred.

Having not been alive during the Haight/Ashbury, Summer of Love heyday, I never knew any hippies in the context of hippies being hippies during their place and time.

The "hippies" I knew were the 20 and 30 somethings I hung out with when I was a late teen.

Strange that a skinhead would be friends with hippies, I know. We worked together at a independently owned video store. And they'd take me along to bars after work, and I never got carded because my hippie friends were friends with the hippie waitresses at the bars.

It was pretty cool, actually. For an eighteen year-old boy, underage drinking and access to twenty-something hippie snatch was pretty awesome.

And the folks I was friends with were cool. I liked their "Live and Let Live, Man" attitude, and their relatively laid-back approach to life and living kind-of balanced-out the influence of my other group of friends, who's main modus operandi was to Fuck Shit Up.

I liked the dichotomy and wouldn't have given it up. I got to learn about a lot of different perspectives. And some of those loony, patchouli-reeking wingnuts remain my friends today.

I like hippies.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5epuPMf-7Y[/youtube]

Batboy2/75 wrote:One of my earliest childhood memories is sitting in my Grandmother's living room. My Grandmother had 12 twelve children; 6 girls and 6 boys. Up on a high shelf that ran the entire length of a wall were pictures of all of her children; around HS or college age. Every single picture of my uncles was them in their military boot camp photo. All served in military in the Vietnam era, 3 in country. One of my uncles served two tours in Vietnam. Also on that shelf was a picture of my mother when she was commissioned as an officer when she became a navy Nurse. My mother served in a Navy Hospital in Guam where they took care of the wounded from Vietnam. Now, that same scene was repeated in every house in the town my grandmother lived in. Every relative's house and every friend's house.

In my fathers home town in up state NY, there is a monument to those that served during Vietnam. My fathers name , both of his brothers and three of his cousins names are on that monument. My father and my uncle Ron served on Submarines. They spent the Vietnam years sitting outside Russian harbors and tracking Russian subs as they left port. My uncle Tony did a tour on a swift boat.

In short, I have nothing good to say about hippies, the counter culture and or the anti-war movement.

This was my favorite t-shirt growing up. Wish I still had it, selling on eBay for $180.00.