Drugs are bad because if you do drugs you're a hippie and hippies suck.

Drugs are bad because if you do drugs you're a hippie and hippies suck.

The hippies had in mind something that they wanted, and were calling it "freedom," but in the final analysis "freedom" read more

The hippies had in mind something that they wanted, and were calling it "freedom," but in the final analysis "freedom" is a purely negative goal. It just says something is bad. Hippies weren't really offering any alternatives other than colorful short-term ones, and some of these were looking more and more like pure degeneracy. Degeneracy can be fun but it's hard to keep up as a serious lifetime occupation.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the read more

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

A hippie is someone who looks like Tarzan, walks like Jane and smells like Cheetah.

A hippie is someone who looks like Tarzan, walks like Jane and smells like Cheetah.

Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again.

Old hippies don't die, they just lie low until the laughter stops and their time comes round again.

Hippies are like jeans. They never die; they just fade.

Hippies are like jeans. They never die; they just fade.

Hippies are lots of fun, as long as they are not involved in commerce.

Hippies are lots of fun, as long as they are not involved in commerce.

The way those hippies look, you can't tell the boys from the girls! Ha ha ha! I saw a girl read more

The way those hippies look, you can't tell the boys from the girls! Ha ha ha! I saw a girl yesterday, she was pregnant. Had her whole belly showin' and ya' know what she had painted on it? "Love Child"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

When we heard about the hippies, the barely more than boys and girls who decided to try something different... we read more

When we heard about the hippies, the barely more than boys and girls who decided to try something different... we laughed at them. We condemned them, our children, for seeking a different future. We hated them for their flowers, for their love, and for their unmistakable rejection of every hideous, mistaken compromise that we had made throughout our hollow, money-bitten, frightened, adult lives.