The ageing “hippie” is an archetype Peter Pan; actualizing vanity while fornicating under showering fairy-dust (fairy-dust is a metaphor for all vices). Their quest for revolution was abandoned when it got too hard to be revolutionary. They doled out household chores in lieu of picket-sings and chanted parenting favors instead of rhyming battle cries. Which brings us to their crescendo, their shot of adrenaline, their revamped Jimi’s Star Spangled Banner, and Kent State, all wrapped up in a brand-new tortilla!
Bernie Sanders Revolution!
His campaign has done more for the gray clad armpit hair carriers, thinning elongated beard wearers, make-up less wrinkled faces, leftist granola eating consumers than any living campaign. Granted Kerry marched with them on the front-lines, but (HELL!) Bernie was arrested defending those front-lines.
However, unlike the ageing hippies that deserted freedom for a retirement plan Bernie has remained consistent. His campaign is the LAST gasp taken before a corpse swallows its tongue and shits its pants. And it’s that type of stamina that will drag our collectivist bodies through fire and floe to caption a moment in time written in blood.
I’ll die fighting.