Back when there was a 'counterculture,' and there were hippies, I kind of looked like one- long hair, beard... but I was a Biker, wore leathers, and rode a 1957 Harley Police Special.
And one thing I really disliked- besides getting mistaken for my smellier brethren all the time- was their smarmy self-righteousness.
They knew better than you, whether it was running the Vietnam War, or running your own life, and they never missed an opportunity to lecture you about it.
I really do not want this nasty woman's face on my TV for four or eight years every day, telling me what's wrong with me and my country...
Hey biker guy (smiling); I used to wear flowered dresses and flowers in my hair.
Seriously...ditto, ditto, ditto...the thought of the Clintons (he or she) ruling the U.S. or the world hits the high number on the barf meter.