"If you can remember The '60s, you weren't really there." Say, remember when male Baby Boomers were young and their parents made fun of them for growing their hair long and otherwise not conforming to stifling 1950s codes of what a man should be or look like? Well, those Boomers all lost their hair and now its their turn to police everyone elses masculinity. Whether youre treating the the availability of a little cinnamon and nutmeg in your coffee like a full grade crisis because girls like it or you think that guy with a small dog up the street ought to be feeling a lot more shame than he apparently does, youre certainly making your father happy, wherever he is, probably hell.
Film — Live-action
Isn't it ironic, Mr. Powers, that the very things you stand for— swinging, free love, parties, distrust of authority—are all now, in The '90s
, considered to be...evil?
Maybe we have more in common
than you care to admit. Austin:
No, man, what we swingers were rebelling against were uptight squares like you, whose bag was money and world domination. We were innocent, man! If we'd known the consequences of our sexual liberation, we would have done things differently, but the spirit would have remained the same. It's freedom
, man, yeah! Dr. Evil:
Your freedom has caused more pain and suffering in the world than any plan I ever dreamed of. Face it, freedom failed
No, man, freedom didn't fail! Right now, we've got freedom and responsibility
. It's a very groovy time.
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(Which was rather late for me)
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And The Beatles' first LP
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda
You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning
And that, I think, was the handlethat sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didnt need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fightingon our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water markthat place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
"So, Barack Obama
, give it up. You're stuck with the sixties' battles. Even you acceptance speech tonight is on the 45th anniversary of Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech, the very movement of the Earth around the Sun is keeping you in the 60s...So, let us keep fighting the culture wars of our grandparents, never mind that 50 percent of today's Americans weren't even born when these arguments mattered. (Less Hanoi Hilton, more Paris Hilton
) They are still relevant today! The sixties are a political gift that keeps on giving because they are wounds our country can never heal, as long as we keep picking at it!"
— The Colbert Report
, "The Word: Acid Flashback", on the 2008 Democratic National Convention
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
What's that I hear now ringing in my ear
I've heard that sound before
What's that I hear now ringing in my ear
I hear it more and more
It's the sound of freedom calling
Ringing up to the sky
It's the sound of the old ways falling
You can hear it if you try
The Eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
— Barry McGuire, "Eve of Destruction"
Chinese people were fighting in the park
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that
Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms
Ten years later they were sharing the same cell
I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67"
Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat
Vietnam... well on the bright side, it inspired a lot of pretty good music. (And with the exception of Apocalypse Now and Platoon [Before Charlie Sheen became insane], some pretty mediocre films.) Chris
: These are also some well-dressed crooks
. Jackets and ties on all three dudes, and Catwoman in a fur overcoat, black dress and knee-high patent leather boots. The '66 era had this incredible stylishness to it that was a huge part of why it was so successful in a time of mod fashions
and pop art. David
: This entire show IS incredibly stylish. Its remembered far more for its garishness, but
well, garishness was in back then.
After being thrown down a garbage chute by a bully, Screech discovers a previously unseen room at the school. The walls are covered in posters of classic rock bands — Hendrix, the Stones, and
three guys with Paul McCartney
... A calendar lays open on 1968. It's a time capsule of those days of free love and barefoot girls pushing flowers into gun barrels, before Charlie Manson ruined the party for everyone.
—Stuart Millard, So Excited, So Scared
we stand today on the edge of a New Frontier—the frontier of the 1960's—a frontier of unknown opportunities and perils— a frontier of unfulfilled hopes and threats."
"We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children."
So Jack and Nixon (Congress, class of '47) are now both gone—paladin and goblin, each put back in the theatrical box of discarded puppets and, to a future eye (or puppet-master), interchangeable. Why not a new drama starring Jack Goblin and Dick Paladin? In their political views they were more alike than not if one takes the longest view and regards the national history of their day as simply a classic example of entropy doing its very chilly thing.
"I'd read enough about it to know they weren't Satanists, they were bullshit artists and they'd found an exotic way they could ball each other and have an orgy. And get stoned. It was fun and games and dungeons & dragons
and debauchery and as long as the chick was happy and wasn't really going to get anything sharper than a dildo stuck into her, I wasn't going to walk away from it."
The lessons learnt in the '60s about merchandising stupidity to the American public on a large scale have been used over and over again since that time.