A lot of folks don't like hippies. I don't have a whole lot of use for them myself, but I've never felt the need to put them in a special category of annoyance seperate from punks, metalheads, goths, hoodrats, rudeboys, beatniks, neocons, gangstas, b-boys, bikers, or anyone, really, who's subsumed their entire individuality to a prefabricated set of beliefs or behaviours, right down to a strict dress code.
Sure the hippies were silly, and naive, and many of them were extremely hypocritical, but so are we all, from time to time--especially you, sir, in the back. You're an awful liar. Yes, you are.
But I've always been mystified by the conservative Christian antipathy toward hippies since, in many respects, the man we know as Jesus of Nazareth was basically a tough, smart hippy; bearded, long-haired, sandaled, preaching love, living communally, and now, in a bit of news that's sure to set Pat Robertson's head a-burstin', we find that the Son of Man may have had a more than nodding acquaintance with the Evil Weed, which some call Marijuana.
If true, it would go a long way toward explaining why the Gospels are at such variance with each other; sometimes you just spaaaace out on the details, man.
Dude! Yah! Jesus, man. The man's a dude, man. The man knows his spliff! Yah! I'm serious! Don't harsh me out, man. The man's a mellow dude. I mean, he's JESUS! Like, check him out. I'm totally serious. Is Jesus in the house? I mean, is JESUS IN THE HOUSE? Because, dude, I mean it. Oil me up, man. Anoint me a fatty, Jesus!
Dudeman
Posted by: Dudeman | January 11, 2006 at 04:32 PM