Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Sunday, September 6, 2015
I hate hippies. I would like to see their hair set on fire; give them forehead tattoos reading “die hippie die”; and chain them to basement radiators - making them live on dog food and electric shocks. And, its not just cause I grew up punk rock. It’s cause their stupidity is threatening my life.
Hippies never understood that evil exists. They think everyone will be united by ‘peace and love, Baby.’ This is especially moronic as the hippies – the 1960s generation – were the children of the men who fought Hitler. Yeah! Peace and love from the gas chambers.
My favorite punk rock article-cum-book is “The Clash of Civilizations” by Samuel P. Huntington. Written in 1992, it denied the vision that peace and love would rule the planet after the USSR fell. It said the Cold War question “Which side are you on?” would be replaced by “Who are you?”
With a grade school insight, Huntington noted that, “Conflict along the fault line between Western and Islamic civilizations has been going on for 1,300 years.” ‘Conflict’ would be a great punk band name. He predicted that, now that the West was receding, this long-standing conflict would heat up again.
As Europe gets invaded by its traditional Muslim enemies, via “refugees,” the damned hippies keep telling us, “No, man, its okay to bring them in. And, we’ll all just get along and our love chakras will harmonize, cause we’re in the Age of Aquarius. You know, at heart, everyone just wants to be loved.”
This retarded kumbaya idea is the basic hippie logic behind multiculturalism. But as a culturist, I know cultural diversity is real. ISIS is real. Evil exists. So I say “BS!” to puke-inducing hippie platitudes.
Everyone does not just want to be loved. Some want to kill you. Some want to tie you to a radiator in a basement and dismantle you bit by bit. Well, of course (disclaimer) I don’t condone violence. But, I’d sooner have a hippie feel pain and humiliation, than have him invite his ISIS love pals into my nation and get killed myself.