My 1960s Childhood – Watching the Invasion of Hippies Who Rule Today

My 1960s Childhood – Watching the Invasion of Hippies Who Rule Today

My 1960s Childhood – Watching the Invasion of Hippies Who Rule Today

As a kid in the 1960s, I’d ride the streets with my friends, on my purple Huffy Stingray 5-speed with butterfly handlebars, banana seat, high sissy bar and slick rear tire. I helped pay for my Huffy Stingray by mowing lawns and selling soda pop on the local golf course. We rode our bikes all day long as we blasted our transistor radios that played the top 10 on the local radio station: WISM.

We’d hear the constant news of hippies marching over and over and over again. In Madison, the hippie gatherings were on State Street. Madison, along with San Francisco, were two hotbeds for hippy protests. Of course, it was hip to spit on soldiers returning from war.

What I observed, as a child, was a degradation from nobility to savagery. We were constantly reminded that we were only an evolved version of apes. In other words, nothing special … just another animal species. So, standards of “human decency” were tired rules from the dark ages, that did not apply to us any longer, thanks to …. Darwin. So, if it feels good, do it … because that’s what other animal species do, so why not?

It wasn’t just on State Street. I saw it in the Catholic Church. Our pastor did his best to fight it off, but he ended up succumbing to what was going on everywhere. What was that? “Brutalism” (a name that celebrated our ape ancestry). That’s the name given to a type of architecture that flourished from the 1950s to the mid-1970s. Literally, it was revolt against beauty. In the Church, it was a revolt against “sacred beauty,” as churches around the planet were gutted out and turned into conference centers or, worse yet, types of bunkers or bomb shelters.

But, this movement away from the heights of being seen as “children of God” to aggressively promoting our “brutalism” as mere animals, extended into everything … sacred art, sacred music, and the sacred offering of the Mass. We were no longer worshipping with the angels and saints, but lining up to the feeding trough with our fellow apes. To believe otherwise was old-fashioned and just plain ignorant. No, we had broken through to a higher knowledge that contended we were just a lower species. Today, we would call that being “woke.”

Now, here we are. The hippies of the 1960s have come of age and are now in power as our politicians, bishops, professors, media moguls, Big Tech CEOs, etc.. They are the “influencers” of our culture. These are the ones who “pine” for the “glory days” of the 1960s hippie revolution. These aging hippies “in charge” are trying to recreate those days.

What do these influencers want? They want a handful of elites to control all the apes (Homo sapiens), who are incapable, as mere beasts, to know or do what is best for them. We are being trained by our rulers to comply, or else.

This is the battle we are facing. One side believes we are merely beasts, while the other believes we are children of God.

I miss those days, in the early 1960s, when we still believed we were noble, as loved children of God, called to strive to new heights of virtue, decency and morality; of truth, beauty and goodness! I miss those days on my Five-Speed Huffy.

I will do everything in my power to resist the aging hippies of our time.