I know I drone on about hippies fairly often, and why I think that they are indeed barely people.  Oh yeah for the record here's another pseudo-serious post...  But truthfully, alot of this hate, and alot of my meanderings on the topic are because I really envy something about hippies....they're happy...  I may see it as a wholly empty and meaningless happiness based upon pleasure and a web of complex lies, but it is still indeed happiness...and it's a happiness that I don't have.  A comfort with one's self and the world around us.  I've never really been to anywhere, seen anything, or met anyone that I didn't on some level, carry some kind of malicious anger towards...and frankly, that totally blows.  Is it really the world's problem?  Or is it my problem.  Of course it's the world's problem how silly of me, I know exactly what's going on...I mean...it's my website right...I...I do what I want?  Sonofabitch.  And the thing is, is I'm starting to appreciate that happiness, I may not like it, and I may not believe in it, or that it will work for me...but I'm starting to realize it works for some people...and that's ok.  As long as it doesn't involve the reefer.  Fucking hippies.