Now I don’t have anything against hippies in general. Although, in their heyday in the 1960s and 1970s, I always tried to stay upwind of them because they had a curious aversion to bathing and deodorant.
But the Woodstock hippies I never had much use for partly because while these draft-dodgers were having their pathetic love fest in the mud in the summer of 1969 I was being shot at in Vietnam. And also because they were idiots who couldn’t come in out of the rain, much less feed themselves.
“I was at Woodstock,” Mark Steyn quotes John Ratzenberger in Steyn’s After America: Get Ready for Armageddon, “I built the stage. And when everything fell apart and people were fighting for peanut butter sandwiches, it was the National Guard who came in and saved the same people who were protesting them. So when Hillary Clinton a few years ago wanted to built a Woodstock memorial, I said it should be a statue of a National Guardsman feeding a crying hippie.”
And he goes on to say that those same crying Woodstock hippies—including the Hildabeast and her lyin’, child-molesting husband Slick Willie—are the elite of today’s Democrat party. And if you vote for these high-taxing, over-regulating statists tomorrow—and particularly for our Liar President—then you are a sorry case.
So wise up. Vote Romney. And if he turns out to be another statist, too, we’ll vote his lying ass out as well.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 