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CIA Man

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW9cCWm53H4

I had not heard of the Fugs–it was Fucks, but they couldn’t get away with that in 1961–but came across them reading this book about the Beats.  They were kind of a link between the Beats and the hippies.

Ponder, though, how the well warranted mistrust of the CIA has given way to the very same people now accusing anyone who does not believe John Brennan and James Clapper of being unAmerican.  This is farce.  Satire.  Except it really happened.

I saw a bumper sticker on an old beat-up pickup truck when I was in California that read “I love my country, but I don’t trust my government”.  At one time, this would have automatically meant he was a Democrat of a libertarian bent.  The government was the Man, the drug war, the people who were overthrowing the governments of other nations, the oppressor of all non-conformists and misfits.

But now?  I see all the old hippies arranged in rows like Hitler Youth, parading around, with their ponderous boots of self importance and complete lack of humor and mirth (Stephen Colbert and company, in general, are not funny: their humor is that of a bully mocking someone he knows his audience hates.  Everyone laughs, but it is not a happy, inclusive laughter), and doing what they are told to do, saying what they are told to say.  It is like someone slipped them a brain control pill.  Someone Blue Pill’ed them.  It goes both ways you know.

To be honest, it bothered me quite a bit to read even Norman Lear had gone over to what I view as the dark side.

It’s still the fucking CIA, Man.  Don’t forget it.  They don’t seem to be on our side.  I’m not sure whose side they are on, but what most of us want from the world is not what the elite want from the world, so we can be reasonably sure they are up to no good in many, many ways, as well as, of course, the NSA, and the agencies whose names we are not even allowed to know.

Where did your free spirits go, hippies?  You went from an incoherent mass of colorful gobbledy-gook, to a highly coherent, synchronized set of zombie drones.  Somewhere in there choice was possible, but most of you missed it.