Wow. All the “peace and love” in this thread is making me want to puke. Seems like some people have to look for an argument, even where none exists. If you won’t protest my cause in my way, then you’re clearly a bad person. End of argument.
Wait. Lobstermobster lives in San Fransico??? I wish I had heard about this before! Does she train ponies? I have one that needs a trick.
Oh stop flirting with me, bridge and tunnel, it’s embarrassing! I know I’m repetitive but this time it’s germane to the topic of neo-hippies.
No bridges, no tunnels, babe. Straight up 280 yo.
I could scream “I LIVED IN SAN FRANCICO”. or “I LIVE IN SAN JOSE”, or, god forbid it ever came to it “I LIVED IN SEATTLE”.
But I don’t. Why must you trick out your pony ride? Nobody cares that you LIVE IN SAN FRANCISCO. I find your fetishising it a little amusing.
Aren’t you from Kansas or something, newb?
are you talking to yourself? that confused me. Why would anyone care where anyone lives?
OK. Frank is out as Maximum Leader, John is in. What’s your plan? A nationwide wave of polite murmuring, so that we don’t disturb anyone?
Do I regret the polarization, the rancor? Of course. Interesting times, tough decisions. None of this is pleasant. Do I like demonstrations? God no! Listening to self-righteous blowhards tell me what I already know while hoping to turn a national tragedy to their advantage. Sucks. Stinks. Hate it.
So what have you got? Besides telling us what assholes we are, which has already been handily accomplished, what have you got? When stupid and evil men cling stubbornly to their folly, what should we do? Are we participants? Are we citizens, or merely denizens, we just live here because all the Indians are dead.
Lead, follow, or get out of the way. What’s your plan?
Fetishising? Haight-Ashbury is the virtual birthplace of hippiedom, yes, no? I think that her referring to it is perfectly germane to her point.
Further, San Francisco is an interesting place and lobstermobster is an interesting poster. We gain insight from her observations about both. 
Shit, Frisco isn’t interesting. (Yeah, thats right, I said it. Frisco. Frisco. Sue me!)
**Sarahfeena’s ** suburb full of hippies, now that’s interesting! This I gotta see!
But I wonder if maybe the taxonomy is off, maybe she is mistaking a ring-tailed snerk for a warbling bandicoot? If they are wearing Bermuda shorts, sandals with socks, sipping martinis and chatting about their portfolios, those aren’t hippies, those are Young Republicans gone to seed.
Lobster has fetishized san francisco. We gain no real insight from her postings, other than she lives in san francisco. This is all we know about her, and she beats us over the head with it every day. Tell us about San Francisco, and about you living in it, lob.
I wouldn’t even know where to begin
Precious few Republicans around here. In my district, 90-some percent of the vote went to Kerry, and I think most of the remainder went Green.
Bizarre how people who live far far away insist on explaining to LobMob and myself how we have misjudged our own communities.
Well, begin by teling us about San Francisco. And how you live there. And how your living in San Francisco is crazy cool
Damn. I didn’t even get to order my business cards.
Its a ruthless, dog-eat-tofu world, Frank. You’re probably done for, I’m pretty sure ol’ John has a crackerjack plan of action, but hey! you never know!
Oh, by the way, “business cards”? I’m not quite sure about that. Might want to give that a bit of thought. Just sayin’, is all.
And here I was, thinking you had to die to go to Heaven! That settles it, I’m packing! Alert the Welcome Wagon, and I’ll see you soon! If you could send along a list of some of the tonier trailer parks, that would be a help.
It helps with the stalking.
A.K.A. “Trustafarian”
So what she’s saying is, she works in a hippie museum. What was that about Alcatraz?
What IS all this ranting about hippies anyway? It’s not as if you live on Haight St. in 1968 and could hardly step out your door without running into them.
“I hate hippies!” is about as relevant today as “I hate beatniks, and their crazy bongo drums and coffeehouse poetry readings.”