What the HELL is it about hippies that they somehow think that nudity will solve the world’s problems? Why do naked hippies insist on protesting all that is actually valuable in the world? Do they have NO CLUE that they are birth to death a consumer of all the things they consider so ruthlessly evil?

I mean seriously. Barewitness? More like barewitless.
Stop Urban 4X4’s? Huh? were you BORN a moron, or were you raised by a pair of castoff birkenstocks?

Is there some faulty gene that makes these morons think that by laying naked in the grass, their scrawny naked frames spelling out such brilliance as “NO GM CROPS” (like everyone immediately knows what the hell THAT means) they will somehow be able to effect global change?

Does that amount of exposure of the naked body cause the reason centers in your brain to malfunction so that you begin to believe that nudity will make me stop driving my Explorer?

Does “artists against war” make any sense to ANYONE? It’s like saying “Weevils against formica”. Believe me, I’ve had the displeasure of getting up close and personal with a bunch of legitimate ‘artists” and let me assure you of something: You cannot be “against” something that is utterly, utterly beyond your comprehension.

Update: To make it EXQUISITELY clear that I’m not taking potshots at Mr Alger or his fine work, let me state this: When I was in the graphics arts business, working for an ad agency, “graphic” artists were considered “wrists”. People good at doing artwork-for-hire. People who did what the customer wanted without letting too much of ther own creativity alter the piece beyond the customer’s needs. Those people I worked with, at the time, considered themselves “wrists”. they considered the drama queen morons who pissed off their families and acquaintances so they couild “suffer for their art” to be “legitimate” artists. Mr Alger, we’re in the same church, just different pews.

Perhaps there is a feeling that by showing us their wrinkly, saggy, nasty asses, shrivelled and pruney scrota, downward pointing nipples and the combined acres of neck wattles and hairy armpits, that we’ll all just give up in disgust. Close, but no bananna. I had to help be a caregiver for my maternal grandfather, and a maternal great aunt, and believe me, no hippie has anything on a 92 year old man for ugly naked, nor a 87 year old woman for the essence of antisexual encounter. I have a strong stomach for the type, and frankly, the tires on my V8 Explorer give great traction on naked hippie flesh.

Asstards. Fucknuggets. Clueless social parasites. Smelly ugly hairy bastards. Jesus, couldn’t we put these people on a fucking island and let them breed themselves back to cattle and then sell them to the former soviet union as meat animals?

Yeah, I guess you’re right. Only a hippie would eat that shit.