Hippies haven’t changed since since Charles Manson’s drug addled flower child sex cult went on a murder spree decades ago. They are selfish, self-righteous miscreants who demand that society provide for their every need while repaying us with condescending diatribes about how the American system that allows them to live lamprey-like on the backs of hard working folks is oppressive. All hippies, as Greg Gutfeld has pointed out quite admirably, are fascists who secretly want to kill you. Worse than that is that they believe themselves entitled to instant gratification of their emotionally stunted desires while decrying your few harmless pleasures like a steak dinner or light bulbs not filled with toxic mercury.
And what do hippies want the most? It isn’t just to get high all day, it’s for you to get them high all day. They sit on park benches or slump on the corners of every major city with their hand out ready to receive the hard earned money in your pocket. The same money that you earn “selling out” and “being a Nazi” has too much blood on it for them to ever call up their rich parents and get a job in the mailroom, but once they run out of beer/pot/heroin then they suddenly think they’re somehow entitled to share in your “luck.”
At heart every hippy is a petulant, drug addicted child trapped in a grown-up’s body. Tree sitting potential suicide “Dumpster Muffin” proves that. Like with a spoiled 5-year-old, telling a hippy they can’t have something, like your money or your daughter, inevitably leads to tantrums so shocking that most adults are left dumbfounded. Take this police blotter item from The Chattanoogan.com for example:
At Mr. Zip on Frazier Avenue, clerks said they declined to sell beer to a skinny white male, about 25 years old. He had a California ID, but it was expired.
Clerks said the man returned the next day, walked to the beer cooler, and helped himself to two six-packs. He walked out without paying.
They said they saw him walking down the street with a white couple.
A clerk said the suspect “smells” and the couple with him “look like dirty Hippies.”
You can imagine the hippy screaming at the top of his lungs about how “fascist” it is for a store clerk to have expected him to renew his license. Or take a bath.
And why didn’t his two friends come in to use their I.D. anyway? Is it because they were underage? Would it surprise you to find out that this 25-year-old man-child would be hanging around a couple of kids?
What kind of 25-year-old wants to give kids beer anyway? The kind that plans on date raping them of course. Just as this unemployed parasite feels entitled to beer regardless of the fact that the clerk could get himself in trouble selling it to him, he no doubt feels entitled to the teen girl he’s lurking about. And if her boyfriend objects he’ll get stabbed to death and the malodorous beer thief will write something pithy like “Die BushCo” with the kid’s blood on a wall. After he rapes the girl of course.
That’s what hippies are; don’t let their “peace and love” bullshit fool you. They are violent, selfish, classless bastards who would gladly spit on your grave, or your son’s, if some of their friends thought it’d be funny. Rob Zombie’s The Devil’s Rejects is frankly the most accurate portrayal of what hippies aspire to that’s ever been filmed, and the above three dirty hippies will eventually be on a drunken killing spree that will make Zombie’s exploitation film look like a remake of The Little Mermaid.
h/t Crime Scene KC
