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Discerning dissent from hate speech: Viet Nam when you were 20 or so glamorized dissent. Knowing you were next to be conscripted and sent there emphasized the Wrong part of USA's folly and wrong-headedness. Pasternak and the Ruskies, Woody Guthrie, Malcolm X. etc. etc. fed the principle that they were out to fuck us. The Nam scenes in Forrest Gump whipped up a little pseudo-PTSD in me. It's that Jesus "I come not in peace but to bring a sword" thing that we argued back then, us hippies (weekend variety included) saying "no" and the hard core dissenters yelling "yes". I was comforted that I didn't like going back to the 60s which I always said was my favorite decade. I liked being under 30 and the music was by far the best. It was fugly, so very fugly and we figured out by now that there's no room for fugly in this chapter. Here's the chosen segment" Showing Candy Barr smoker in a 3 storey house on the Penn Campus listening the Led Zeppelin 1 thru cheap speakers shoved into coffee cans while baked on black hash. Romantic nostalgia? unresolved PTSD? doesn't change anything - this train is clickety-clacking along the primrose track and that old shit is still just. shit