There was a documentary on hippies tonight on the History Channel. I like sex, drugs, and rock and roll as much as every red blooded American, but why do these hairy armpitted potheads keep insisting they changed America? You went to a kick ass concert and ate blue acid. Then it was over and guess what? Vietnam went on another half a decade. Then disco happened. Thanks for nothing. If you really had balls not to fight in Nam, you would have done your jail time with pride, not ran to Canada w/ your saggy-titted drum circle girlfriend and smoked pot over a lukewarm pizza telling other burnouts how much you did to change the country. You should’ve went to Altamont and talked shit to the Hell’s Angels and done us all a favor by being rewarded with a knife wound. Take a shower and shut up. My dad actually ran through the jungle for a tour of duty. Right or wrong (the war), I’ll take that, a patriot defending the principles of freedom over some old bearded douchebag telling me conspiracy theories any day.