The Only Good Hippie...

Jerry Rubin
Jul. 14, 1938 - Nov. 28, 1994
“His words and courage inspired us" - Jerry Rubin, writing about Charles Manson in his book, We Are Everywhere.

First and foremost, a hippie is a hippie. Take the love beads off, give him a bath, and you've got a clean hippie, but a hippie nonetheless. And Jerry Rubin was always a hippie.

I hate hippies. Does that make me a bad person? Almost every so-called "revolution" is quickly repackaged and sold back by The Man to the very people attempting to carry it out. All such movements are a crock of crap, marketed to suckers.

I hate emos and goths for the same reason. Feel free to express your individuality and rage by dressing alike and listening to the same music. Idiots.

But unlike the emo kids and goths of today, who are simply just weepy and annoying, hippies like Jerry Rubin had an extremist agenda...namely, the radical overthrow of the government of the United States. As members of the "Chicago Eight", Rubin and his friend Abbie Hoffman (both also founders of the Yippies, the Youth International Party) helped incite the violence at the 1968 Democratic National Convention.

And even when the Vietnam War was over and there was little left to protest, guys like Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman still hung around and made trouble, eventually turning on each other in a series of debates.

Rubin was also an early investor in Apple Computer. But I must point out, so was Forrest Gump.

In a final audacious act of nonconformity, Jerry Rubin jaywalked on a busy street and was hit by a car on November 14, 1994. He lingered and died from his injuries fourteen days later.

Typical. Staying in bed for two weeks. Lazy hippie.


Did I mention I don't like hippies?