And what is it about rich old aging hippies that is so damn annoying? I thought that this was a problem just of mine, but I guess now it’s not. Maybe it has something to do with the sense that they were able to play through life and have constant fun while mummy and daddy’s net was underneath them all the way, then finally transitioning into a upper-class status they don’t deserve. And all the way fully exploiting the system they so wanted to destroy, and obliviously imagining themselves to be the world’s victims while others had their villages napalmed or had their legs blown off by a V-C land mine.

On the other hand, I think that says more things about me than them. And not really good things, either.