I’ve done my best to destroy all the pictures of me in those damn silly clothes.
Nowhere did the 60's do more damage than in our beloved Maine, where until then, the inhabitants tended to be useful citizens possessed of many complex skill sets. And if you had been lucky enough to complete 8 years of public education, you were ready to go forth and become a contributor to society and ready to vote 7 years later, after an arduous apprenticeship in a craft by which you could make your living. "He who hath a trade, hath an estate."
If you finished a Maine public high school, you were ready to clerk in an attorney's office, or go onto higher education, take a responsible role in the military, or got to work in general and raise a family. Once the hippies got here and took over the schools they have turned out several generations of maggot-infested, dope-smoking mall-lizard jerks who stand around our street corners waiting for the wonks in our government, for whom they are allowed to vote, to drop off their checks. My supermarket manager tells me they are useless workers who do not hang around long enough to learn a job.
The good young people, who somehow are still in the majority, leave, leaving behind a higher percentage of jerks than normal.
And just in case we haven't enough jerks, our state government will scour other nations for them, and bring them here, support them, and then bitch to the federal government for the money necessary to do so, because they have taxed out the remaining working people who are not on government payrolls.
I have the negatives, so don't run for office! If you do, suggest national service for EVERY young person for 2 years, so we can try and knock something into them that might later save the country.