When I was a stupid kid, I thought it would have been cool to have grown up in the sixties. I blame this mostly on Fred Savage, The Beatles, and the fact that I spent my adolecence in the cultural void that was the late eighties and early nineties. I have since re-evaluated my regard for this shrill and pointless decade.
Why am I bringing this up? Well, because I just saw the last few minutes of this on one of the local PBS stations. And I saw a bunch of slavering hippie idiots cheering while Mick Jagger shakes his bony ass and removes his shirt to reveal a bunch of fake devil tatoos. And then, at the end, they're all sitting together—the Stones and their fans—all of them wearing big, stupid floppy felt hats. Stupid hippie hats.
I can't believe I ever admired the culture that these people created. Which, I might add, led to the ugliest decade the world has ever seen—the seventies. And it's really, really scary to think that this unserious generation of idiots is basically in charge of the world these days.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed so I can wake up in time to go to brunch with my mom who—ugh—used to enjoy folk music in her misguided youth. Thankfully, she's seen the light since then and is currently one of the most heartless conservatives I've ever had the pleasure to have known.
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