August 14, 2009, - 8:03 pm
Woodstock: 40 Years Ago, An Orgy for the Quickening of America’s Fall
Forty years ago tomorrow (Saturday), a stupid concert that helped hasten America’s decline happened. And because of it, this past week, we’ve been treated to an endless undue nostalgia for something unworthy–an orgy to America’s end. That’s what Woodstock was, nothing more. And certainly nothing worthy of celebration or glamorizing.
When You Celebrate Woodstock, You Celebrate This . . .
For those of us with critical thinking skills, the nakedness and pothead mania at that jerk Max Yasgur’s farm is not only not worth celebrating or remembering with fondness, it’s worth looking back upon with the only things it deserves: disgust and condemnation.
I really don’t care that the “greatest names in rock of the day” performed there. So what? And who cares if Jimi Hendrix played there? Look what happened to him just over a year later. Dead of a drug overdose and too much alcohol. Typical of the Woodstock idiots. They, the rockers, and the hippies, yippies, and other numbskulls making up the boomer generation at this infest-o-fest brought us free love . . . and STDs and AIDs, single mothers and baby mamas, and a whole new hipness to out-of-wedlock births that has brought us crime waves, sensitive men a/k/a wimps, and a whole lot of other problems. Their sexual mores brought us sky-high divorce rates and a rate of out of wedlock mothers–40%–that rivals many Western democracies.
Their anti-war peace and love was really just America-hatred which glamorized violent protest against the country and parents and authorities who gave them everything; it was uber-tolerance for Black panther racism, violence, and murder (of cops and others); and it was the big love and tolerance of those who hate and want to destroy us. Woodstock was anti-patriotism-palooza.
Yup, the drugged-out Woodstock free-lovers of 40 years ago are the aging ACLU lawyers for Islamic terrorists of today. And don’t forget how they spit on our Vietnam Veterans . . . the ones who didn’t return in body bags, while their fellow Americans–Woodstock pondscum–had educational deferments and other methods of staying in America for this stupid self-esteem-on-steroids party.
The Woodstock alumni are the 60-something-year-old cat ladies who watch America’s Al-Jazeera, PBS (while your tax dollars subsidize it), and idolized Gloria Steinem and Betty Friedan, and they are the converse: the aging groupies who slept with every hippie and druggie that ever professed a hatred of Nixon and the Vietnam war (the chicks who now look like burnt leather in overstretched lace camisoles and tank tops covered by ugly multi-colored jackets from Chico’s). They slept around so much, they brought us abortion on demand to help eliminate the “baggage.”
They are the liberals who voted for Barack Obama and not too long before him, Bill Clinton, and Jimmy Carter. They are the ones who made today’s consideration of socialized medicine possible. They are the fathers of the modern stimulus package. And don’t forget that Barack Obama’s mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, was part of that wigged out, acid-tripping generation. And look what she gave us. Talk about being a mother… .
Sorry, Woodstock worshippers and glorifiers, there is nothing to exalt there. You worship at the altar of Ben & Jerry’s. Your god is dysfunction. It was a giant party for the selfish generation, probably the most selfish in U.S. history. In addition to stinky people with afros and bad perms and packets of weed, there was little more to it than a bunch of dirty, muddy people stoned and tripped out and badly in need of a shower, a haircut . . . and probably a good spanking from mom or dad, something that spoiled Woodstock generation never received. Instead, they toked up America’s future in smoke amidst their rolling papers.
40 years ago today something happened from which our country will, sadly, never recover. The cancer was unleashed. While we had temporary victories with the Reagan Revolution and the Republican takeover of Congress in 1994, we are at a point of metastasis, in which we are only trying to slow it down.
Woodstock, August 15, 1969, isn’t a memory to celebrate. It’s an everlasting nightmare to spit on.
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But, why did it happen?
Lee Merrick on August 14, 2009 at 11:02 pm