damn i loathe hippies
i can’t believe it took me this long to remember how much i despise hippies/protesters. president bush was at stanford today, meeting with a think tank at the hoover institution, which was barracaded off to the public from about noon to like 8pm.
yeah, that’s right - i went to see what was going on and took my hardhitting journalism skillz with me - just to see how many lunatics spent their entire week making posters out of paper plates. considering the secrecy of the event, i’m impressed with how quickly some of stanford’s elite were able to come up with poster slogans and construct them. definitely took some time out of playing HALO, so i commend their pre-school elmer’s glue crunchtime prowess. however, i think whether you’re a disconnected protestor at stanford or stanford state you’re cut from the same tie-dyed cloth of cloud 9ness. most of the posters don’t make any sense, which is not surprising considering the ponytailed green-canvas-wearing, button-clad hippie was probably stoned when he made it (yeah, i said it).
what was interesting is how many people had no idea what was going on or where the president was. the mere fact that people probably hung out there for 8 hours on a weekday, waiting to shout a few words (which i’m sure he’s never heard before) at nothing pretty much justifies the uselessness of a modern-day protester. it was exactly like being at a phish concert after the main act and waiting for the encore: people randomly “cheering” while everyone from forrest rangers to rent-a-cops to secret service did their song and dance around the barracades. every once and awhile someone would get the impression that bush was coming, and cheering would erupt - but it turned out to be a roadie with some amps and a few untuned guitars.
so, i figured i could have done the cliche buffalo springfield or CCR protest/war montage, but that pumps hippies up too much and they’ll flip out and start running around naked and blasting john lennon from their vans. as such, i used a more modern audio track. check it out:
so hey, man. join the revolution. yeah. maybe i should respect the fact that protesters just like to shout, even if it’s gibberish. a perfect example was when they undermined their most original, organized chant, “bush go home!” with the more emotional “show your face!” after several hours of his absence. well, do you want him to stay or go?
and crap, i really wanted that firetruck to keep moving when a couple martyr-hippies refused to get out of the way. maybe the truck was trying to run them over but was repelled by the hippie’s lack of deodorant.
for me, it was a wasted hour of speculation and entertainment at others’ expense. but it could have been worse - i could have looked like this guy:

May 6th, 2006 at 6:13 pm
Hey Bud -
This is old news! Update this blog once with some news that doesn’t offend people. Maybe, like I suggested, you could write a piece about what you really do out there in hippeland and I will refer people to read it and they won’t ask you stupid questions about your dissertation status.
We had good steaks, shrimp, assparugus and wine tonite. Very good meal. Mom also bought $25 worth of liquor to make good marguaritas too. This is good living. Now time for after dinner drinks and a good cigar. It don’t get no better. What have you been doin for fun lately?
Topher is participating in a biatholon on sunday (5/7) in Oshkosh area I think. He’s turning into a real iron man. Think I will get the bike up this weekend to see if it still works!
Mom and I are planning to come out to San Fran for a weekend vacation in August - probably the period 8/25 - 8/28. Maybe you could plan to show us a good time. I’d like to golf Pebble Beach once.
Make your reservations for Tim’s wedding, for July 4 and for October 21. Its a busy year. Get on it!
Dad
August 2nd, 2006 at 10:18 pm
[…] considering my rantings and musings about various establishments/people such as wal-mart, the media, pizza delivery dudes, that one annoying guy, hippies, jamba juice, etc. (how’d you like that for plugging myself), you’re probably expecting me to mention the post office by now. […]