DUmmie FUnnies 01-18-05 ("Doncha miss all the old '60's radicals/activists?")

DUmmie FUnnies ^ | January 18, 2005 | DUmmies and PJ-Comix

[Deetes]

Like yeah , wow is that a

[freedumb2003]

What ever happened to Earl Schieb, by the way?

I suspect he was buried for $19.95.

[freedumb2003]

This is the core of the DUmmie experience now--trying to flip a switch and get some juice flowing through the corpse of the 60's and get it to rise again.

[dAnconia]

Hey speed, whatever you do, please don't stop the variations on this theme! ROFLMAO!

[Darkwolf377]

Looks more like Kerry's Dr. Feelgood giving him a botox injection. :P

[luvie]

Probably some secret signal that Kerry really won!

[Paradox]

THIS era wouldn't be nearly so difficult for me if it had even some of the hope, idealism and bouyancy of that time, but that's missing, at least from my perspective.

Well, maybe thats because YOURS is the party of hopelessness, the party of doom, the Prozac party. You want hope, idealism, and bouyancy? That was Ronald Reagans Republican Party. Its what we more or less are continuing today. Either jump on board, get out of the way, or get run over.

[ThreeYearLurker]

Pedro, play us a song!

[maryz]

I hadn't really looked to closely into the notonedamndime website until I saw your response. They're not editing too carefully -- this stands so far:

John Kerry
Boston MA

N [will you take part in boycott?] / N [did you vote for Bush] : none [if not, who did you vote for] / N [may we use your address?] You people are idiots. I had no plans to go shopping on Thur. Jan. 20th, but I might just as well go that day and do what I had planned for the following weekend

They said postings with false names would be deleted, so I guess it must be real!

[San Jacinto]

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows......

if you are downwind from a DUmmie

[dr_pat]

So could someone be considered a Baby Boomer if he was born on August 14, 1945 when the Japanese agreed to the surrender or could someone only be a Baby Boomer if he was born on or after September 2, 1945 when the Japanese actually signed the terms of surrender on the deck of the U.S.S. Missouri?]

Please let them be boomers - otherwise they're part of "The Greatest Generation"!

...don't think my dad would survive the shame...

[sporkgoddess]

My mom was at UW Madison during the whole Vietnam thing. She said that she never took part in the politics, unlike these hippies she was more concerned with getting an education.

What's sad is I really, really love hippie music.

And now to quote South Park: "Hippies... everywhere... they want to save the world but all they do is smoke pot and smell bad... HELP!"

[Ditter]

Ah~~~~ ~~ the 60's~~~~~~~sigh~~~~~~~ Those were the days.

NO WAIT! I wasn't a hippie in the 60's! I was just as conservative as I am now! I am a EVIL Republican, I am a BUSH bot! I am a BUSH bot! I am a BUSH bot! Yea George Bush! MY PRESIDENT! "W" is for WINNER!

[snarkytart]

>>I know quite a few left over hippies that could have amounted to something if they had just applied themselves<<


Accomplished hippies are in the ACLU and in high schools and colleges teaching and working on the evening news and at every big newspaper.

I would rather keep the lefty 60's doper on the couch, because they get dangerous when they actually apply themselves and do something.

[snarkytart]

Hm. Doesn't the Age of Aquarius actually start in something like 2034? And end about 2,000 years later?

Something like that. Here is a history of the "Ag of Aquarius". http://www.accessnewage.com/articles/astro/ageaq1.htm

[Annie03]

" IMO our current social problems and lack of morality, yes, I AM going to use that word, can all be traced back to that time" That is what I believe as well. I look back at that time and see them as they were...a bunch of whiners and losers, who contributed nothing of value to our society. Reading their pathetic comments on todays DUFU confirms that they still are whiners and losers.

[NonLinear]

When the hippies moved in next door.

The hippies moved in next door. They were very cool, smoked pot and created fun games. One game was called "Run & Roll!".

The guys would take off their shirts. (The girls didn't play this one - blast it!) Then one would douse the other's back with lighter fluid, Zippo brand was preferred, and light it off. The flaming hippie would dash as far as he dared across the front yard. When he felt the fire getting close to his skin, he would drop and roll across the grass to put it out.

Each of the guys would try to go further than the previous record. At first it was ten feet, then fifteen, twenty. Soon they were halfway across the yard. Then three quarters.

I digress for a moment to mention that the hippies moved to this coastal town from somewhere inland. As kids near the beach, we played in the woods, riding the pine trees down, making tree forts, underground forts, and of course participated in the sand spur battles at the school bus stop. No being locals, the hippies had not yet learned that the last fifteen feet of yard before the road was absolutely filled with sand spurs.

You know, the new ones aren't so bad. They are all attached to the stem, and can bee plucked out almost as a group. It's the old, dried out ones from last year that are the real bear. They are twice as sharp and have to be pulled out one by one by one.

James was the lucky one to make the discovery. He was on a record pace, clearly outstripping the competition. And of course, as it had to happen eventually, so it happened to him. A great flaming run, a record run, with the last second drop and roll just before the road. His bare feet gave the first warning that something was wrong. That next to last step resulted in a couple of spurs in the ball of the foot. Just enough to mess up the stride, and make the last step come down hard. Too hard. With his left foot absolutely filled with spurs, he knew he shouldn't drop. But his back was on fire, so what else could he do. Down, roll and then up and into a wild dance. All the other hippies went wild with stoned elation at this record run, complete with victory yell and victory dance. Only it wasn't a victory dance - but was the dance of the sand spurs.

Mike and I thought we should warn them. I mean, they were getting closer with each run. I kind of wish we had. I really think I may have pulled a muscle that day, doubled over with laughter at the flaming hippie, covered with sand spurs.

Yeah, the sixties were all right!

[pelikan]

Thanks for your comment Annie. I know Pj's thread is supposed to be humorous and I was afraid I was being too serious. What is really sad is that the current generation has no idea what kind of life we had before all that. I do remember in the very beginning that "peace and love" was the goal but it quickly disintegrated into bedlam. And the poor Viet Nam troops; they had hell there and came home to more. I was too young then to do anything about it but I'm old enough now to do something to make sure it doesn't happen again. Gee, I'm starting to sound like a protester!! LOL

[pelikan]

Just so I can get the full gist of your story--what are sand spurs?

[Poser]

I am very sorry we have forgotten the lessons learned in the 60's.

Me too. The #1 lesson was: If you fight, fight to win. Use overwhelming force and obliterate your enemy or he will hang on.