I have no romantic illusions to buy or sell. I lived through that era. I pity the fools still stuck there (Dohrn, Ayers, Wright, etc.). Obama seems to attract them. He also seems attracted to them. Another fool to be pitied.

He should have read Hunter S. Thompson to see where it all leads:

Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era---the kind of peak that never comes again.

San Francisco in the middle '60s was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run ...but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that coner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

And that, I think, was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting--on 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 mark--the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Dividing up the spoils always creates spoils (in the mining sense - a desolate area , a moonscape). The way forward is the study of science, technology, business. All the things the Obama kids and their Professors claim to hate. They suck off the tit but hate the momma. I don't miss being young and stupid. At all.

H/T Juanita at Stop Obama