Once Republicans have killed off all the wimmens, who do we target next?

I would like to console poor ol’ Starkers, tell him it wasn’t really like that, but, hell, who am I kidding? Yep, we did it, Starkers! Us hairy radical hippies, we fucked in the mud, we screwed in the tree tops, we did it in the road. Sorry you missed it, but it was great! Hooo, doggies, we had ourselves one hell of a good time! And you know what happened next!

We paired off, picked the one we liked best, settled down and made babies. Dancing to a song that was a hit before your mother was born. We made babies, we raised them, they went to school. And you can’t tell the difference to save your soul. Our kids look just like everybody else’s, some are mathematicians, some are carpenter’s wives. Oh, and their music is terrible! Just a bunch of noise, if you ask me… And so it goes.

And there is a proof of the pudding. Because if what we did was as awful, disgusting and morally depraved as you claim, our kids ought to be wrecks, oughtn’t they? But they’re not. And you know how hippies dandle their grandchildren? On their knees. Biggest difference may be that if a grandaughter wants a Tonka truck for Christmas, she will most likely get it. But if what she really wants is a Barbie, well, OK.

Its about freedom and limitations, its about letting people try out the wierd to see if it fits them. Now, usually, it doesn’t, most folks aren’t like that. But they know! They don’t have to look at what might have been and fret over what they missed, they didn’t miss it, they tried it and left it where they found it.

Nothing wrong with normal if you choose normal, and most of us do. What’s wrong is not having any other option, wearing a face that doesn’t fit you, worshipping a God you don’t question, never knowing what might have been.

Sorry you missed out. But it was right there, all you had to do was do it. And if I were a better person, I wouldn’t make fun of you for it. But what the hell, I can always run out and do a couple of good deeds, balance my karma. So…neener neener! Just be glad I don’t tell you about the Oregon woods with 200 mikes of Sandoz acid and Whiplash Annie. You’d most likely shoot yourself.

Tell me, seriously, do you really think that the bulk of society’s problems are primarily the result of unstable families?

But they are, won’t you listen ? Your children suck cock in the classroom. All of them, all the time. They make their teachers pregnant and then do drugs with gays and feminists. While saying rude things to their elders ! At ungodly hours in the night when honest people sleep ! AND ALL OF THIS ON STARKERS LAWN !

And what’s the bad news?

Yep. I see “My Second Grader Did Drugs and Had Sex on Starving Artist’s Lawn” bumper stickers all the time, actually.

Is it wrong of me that I suppose the only bumper that would fit on would be on a Hummer?

Oh, so if we say “Yes, it is!”, you’ll stop doing it? Didn’t think so…

I personally went through high school in the 1950s, and in Dallas, Texas to boot. I could bore you guys silly with stories about high school girls becoming pregnant and being forced to leave school. During my high school days, girls would be sent home if they dared show up at school wearing pants; had they worn shorts, they would have been stoned at the village gates. My high school experiences were nothing at all like Starving Artist remembers. All I remember is oppression of girls and women in a city that was owned and operated by Republicans.

Not just on the lawn, but THEY WERE FUCKING IN THE MUD ON THE LAWN!
zomg!

If you’re a paranoid schizophrenic, the world is a very scary place.

What I don’t get is this whole ‘liberal permissiveness’ thing he keeps harping on like a broken record. I mean, I wish people WOULD ask my permission before living their lives. It would make things a whole lot simpler.

You know how some men complain because their wives want them to go shopping with them and offer opinions on everything they try on?

You’re trying to do that on a planetary scale, dude.

Where’s the APPLAUD smiley?

Now, now, that’s not necessary; all they need to do is check with me when something might have a personal impact.

“Can I clog up I-45 while you’re trying to get home from work”? NO.

“Can I buy the last decent seat available for that concert you wanted to see?” NO.

“Do you mind if my four-year old kicks the back of your seat all the way from Toronto?” YES.

“I desperately want an Excessitron 9000, turbo powered with the platinum options, my life experience would be greatly enhanced. I am aware that this blind greed might well mean the destruction of everything you hold dear. Would you mind terribly?”

“Why, yes, yes I would, actually. I wonder why you can’t derive the same sense of contentment with a doobie, a six pack and a fishing pole?”

There should have been a “Opie” there at the end.

Alas, not knowing what might have been! I was trapped in a majority Evangelical environment for so long with no escape possible (trust me) that it might as well have been a gulag. It sure trimmed my options, let me tell you what! And while I used to be obsessed with playing the guitar- and apparently that was just such a huge fucking problem with everybody that didn’t have to take the time to show up for free and listen to my hack-assed crap (because my environment was so oppressive that quality practice was difficult to say the least) and could have just ignored it and lived their lives exactly the same anyways- well now it looks like one of my top life projects is driving the final stake through the heart of the Evangelical movement. For the sake of future generations. How do you like that?

Would it have killed you (now) doomed retards just to let me the fuck go? It could hardly have been more clear that I was never going to be one of you, so why not let it be America and let me move on? I dunno, but now it ain’t America where y’all are as far as I am concerned.

Nonetheless, I actually did get to be some kind of rock star anyway (pain in the ass btw. I’m not a slut, and what did sobriety ever do to me anyway? Frankly the music world is no place for a musician…(but it was only because I couldn’t be an engineer around so many evangelicals!)), so I shouldn’t be so pissed off- if it didn’t suck so bad to be practically imprisoned for nothing. at. all.

note: I’m not going to kill anyone. I’m just going to kill a movement.

I’ve been dying to ask how many mikes in windowpane ever since John Mace couldn’t answer the question. Now I’m guessing it is in the neighborhood of 200? nah, I still want to know… :wink:

Psst. Hey, Try2B. You wanna go rant over in the Great Ongoing Guitar Thread over in Cafe Society? Everyone who’s plucked a string’s welcome.

Just to counter your narrative of America going to hell in a handbasket, I’d like to point out that the average age at which women in the U.S give birth to their first child is now at an all time high of 25.2 years. Cite (warning: PDF file).

but but… they dress really trashy now, and listen to that hippity hopping music blaring out of their loudspeakers all day, and they won’t get off my lawn!

That doesn’t mean a thing. Birth control pills are available now and so are abortions. The more important thing with regard to births is that far more of them occur without benefit of marriage and/or a lasting two-parent home environment.