The Summer of Drugs
"Forty years later, those same (graying) stoned, dirty, stinky hippies can be found wandering aimlessly along Southwest Virginia's many mountain hiking trails. Still soulless. Still clueless. Still oblivious. Brains fried long ago."Indeed. Ted nails the sixties with his eyewitness accounts. Oh yes, Ted was there
This summer marks the 40th anniversary of the so-called Summer of Love. Honest and intelligent people will remember it for what it really was: the Summer of Drugs.
Forty years ago hordes of stoned, dirty, stinky hippies converged on San Francisco to "turn on, tune in, and drop out," which was the calling card of LSD proponent Timothy Leary. Turned off by the work ethic and productive American Dream values of their parents, hippies instead opted for a cowardly, irresponsible lifestyle of random sex, life-destroying drugs and mostly soulless rock music that flourished in San Francisco.
Today the next generation of smelly hippies protest mining and logging, yet have no problem with tax payer money funding the paving of walking trails. Go figure.