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Rex Allen's avatar

I remember it only too well. Nothing but a gigantic subliminal urge to rebel against your parents, for no reasons whatsoever; to youthfully and arrogantly reject all laws and customs accumulated over centuries: to shed all personal accountability and responsibility; young guys faking their social activism to simply get into the girls’ pants, resulting in 50 years of flawed generations, thanks to “free love.” And the beginning of a drug culture that permeates society to this very day, costing hundreds of thousands of lives.

My most vivid memory of that ‘67 Summer of Love was to walk thru the epicenter of that glorious “era,” only to stare at the dead body at the corner of Haight and Ashbury. A young blonde girl lying face down in the gutter, overdosed and who’d drowned in her own vomit. Oh, but she had “flowers in her hair!”

(And all the hippies surrounding her? Too stoned for it to even register.)

Any honest observer looking then - and now - knows that the whole psychedelic hippie era was a CON. And an un-glamorous experiment in stupidity.

Thank God it’s over.

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Dewey Watson's avatar

Last line was the best.

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