|Seen in a park in Arcata. Poor horse.|
In Humboldt County, we've still got hippies. They're in Eureka, Garberville, Arcata (especially Arcata) -- everywhere. They are like Tea Party Parrots: carrying poorly worded signs, spouting nonsense, living off trust funds, and calling for the downfall of the government while living off it. That's actually not why I dislike them so much. It's because so many of them are so fake, in a transit period between high school and becoming insurance salesmen. They sit on the corner with their dogs, their acoustic guitars and a plea for help. Perhaps they sell overpriced hemp jewelry and say things like, "Have a blessed, sunny day."
And the music really sucks.
|Turn on, tune in, stab repeatedly.|
The hippies have been credited with many things: the rise in STDs, the end of Vietnam, the popularity of patchouli. They had their hand in all those (well, patchouli they pretty much owned). There is one other thing they and the times they came from have been credited with that hasn't gotten as much coverage as it should have. The rise of pedophilia in the Catholic Church.
|"Let me put on a little Country Joe and the Fish."|
I don't dislike the hippies because they like to stab pregnant girls or inspired priests to fondle children. No, I just really hate patchouli.