You and other fans of Dr Bronner’s Magic Soap will probably be interested in this very entertaining documentary currently making the festival rounds.
Oh yeah! 
Call yourself Moderate ?
In your dreams matey ,Im a fucksight more moderate then youll ever be ,I even argue against myself Im so impartial.
Actually looking back on it I see your point !
I think you are more moderate then me,come to think of it a hell of a lot more moderate then I can be .
I just hope you can ever forgive me .
I’ll get my coat.
“Sounds like you’re living for your car… simplify, maaan!”
Ah, nice one, Contra! 
Ive always found that if you want a really good shitkicker with plenty of death and violence go see an anti war movie just as a nipper I always went to vampire movies to see half dressed women ,not get scared.
I must say though if a video store hasnt got a"period of mutual hostility that hasnt broken out into outright war yet except for some proxy fighting by the major players satellites"section, then I dont have a very high opinion of it.
There are still hippies?!
Acid and brown rice. Live fast, die old.
See, that’s my problem with hippies: the food. All that talk about enjoying life, but will you even catch one making a decent rissotto or a creme brule? No, they’d rather eat like they were POWs at Changi prison. It breaks your heart.
Well, how do you define hippies? IIRC, the term was coined for a magazine article and referred specifically to less than 30 people on the west coast. Obviously, your grandfather muttering about “damn dirty hippies” had already expanded the phrase to apply to more people - the long haired, peace-loving, pot smoking, war protesters of the late sixties and seventies.
Well, they’re still around. They’re just old hippies now, and they’re not as visible. But I still hang out with them. They’ve got the best stories. (And the best weed.)
There are also young long haired (often dredlocked), peace-loving, pot smoking war protesters who are often (not always) into alternative fuels, alternative lifestyles (homelessness by choice, plural relationships, communal living, intentional communities - permanent or temporary, etc.), alternative homes (recycled and innovative building materials (one of the coolest walls I’ve ever seen was built using cleaned out wine bottles laid horizontally in mortar - it looks like a bunch of stained glass circles), passive and active solar, grey water reclamation, composting toilets, organic gardening, etc.), alternative spiritualities (Wicca, Gaianism, neopaganism, earth-centered or Goddess centered religions, etc.), alternative states of mind (pot, acid, mushrooms, ecstasy, trance work, meditation, etc.) and alternative diets (vegetarian, vegan, etc.)
Not that all of these are present in everyone, but they’re common traits of a bunch of people who self-identify as a group. I think it’s fair to extend the term “hippies” to these folks, as well. It’s a perfectly cromulent word not otherwise claimed, and there’s enough of a demographic and ideological overlap with the hippies of the sixties/seventies that I don’t get too argumentative about its appropriation. (I used to. I’ve calmed down a lot and become less of a linguistic prescriptivist since I started hanging around here.)
I still don’t like patchoulli, though.
I know, but they don’t count! They bathe!
Yeah, well, when you can’t find a tie-dye shirt or a hand-dipped candle when you really need it, just don’t come crying to me!
On Australian Border Patrol this week (a TV programme about customs/immigration at airports and ports) there was this American guy who’d been pulled aside for questioning. Now I think he was what you’d call a hippy(correct me if I’m wrong). He shows up at Sydney airport with a tiny swag/bag, a harmonica, no return ticket and no money. When questioned, he said he didn’t need money, people would be kind to him because he was such a nice guy.
When the customs officer enquired how this would get him money, which he needed for at least a hostel and food, he offered to go for a coffee with her and explain?! He started to get angry with her too - babbling about the establishment and her not understanding that he was free spirit. He was quick to say tell her not to trap him into saying he was going to work when she asked if he planned to busk for money.
He said: “so if I had $1000 on me right now, you would let me in? What if I walked out the airport and threw the money away immediately, would you come looking for me?”
He was just so arrogant the whole time - at one stage he said quite firmly:“I’m not going back to the US”, where upon the officer said, “yes you are, this is where you have come from”. She won.
If he was a mime, you would have let him in.
As he should have been, the way you tell the story.
cite? 
No, really. These are exactly the people who often also choose alternative standards of hygiene. “These people” are me, only I’m sort of a part time hippie. Most of the time, I live in a “normal” apartment (if you don’t look at my altars with Egyptian and Celtic gods and goddesses on them or the paintings of Green Man and Gaia above the mantle) or the seven foot book shelves devoted to magick books) and do “normal” things like drive my toddler to playgroup and shop at Aldi. But in a couple of days, I’m having a party, and there will be (gasp!) vegan food (as well as bratwurst) and a drum circle and a firepit in the backyard and we’ll spin fire and scare the neighbors. At least one of my friends will reek of patchoulli, and at least two might have showered sometime this month.
That’s the big scary secret about hippies. We’re all around you and you may not even know it. Mwaaaahaaaahaaahaaahaaaa! :o
Yeah, blending in, going unnoticed…always one of our strongest suits…
:eek: … I would be the one reeking of Patchouli 
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Don’t get it, please explain?
Even as a mime, he would still have needed some cash to prove he could support himself as a tourist.
The young elucidator was forever scarred by an Australian mime pretending to be stuck in a kangaroo’s pouch. He still sometimes wakes up at night in a cold sweat.