Groovy, Baby!
I am dedicating this post with much love to my older siblings. I thank you for the fringed leather vest, the “smiley face” stickers for my notebooks, and the beautiful carved wooden peace signs. You guys were the best! Kumbaya!
“I know a lot of people who are stuck in the 1960’s. They look back at that time of free love, Jimi Hendrix, and the socialist utopia. They long for the socialist utopia they thought was possible then, not thinking that their view of this socialist utopia was somewhat colored by the chemicals that altered their thought patterns in those days. The only problem with these people, who see the long-haired, peacenik of 1968 as the ideal citizen, is that they are now the Democrat majority in the state legislature.
Most people don’t know this, but I actually used to think like them. While the drugs of the 60’s were not a part of my experience, I used to think that the ideal social order was based on the principle “From each according to their ability, to each according to their need.” Indeed, in those idyllic years, I conceived of an end to hunger and poverty in the coming United States socialist paradise. Boy was I stupid.”
