As I watched coverage last night of Tea Partiers doing disorganized loud things somewhere I figured out what's really going on here: These folks, most of them up there in years, are reliving the 1960s and 70s that they didn't live at the time. They're carrying signs, staging protests, shouting slogans in unison - they're letting their Freak Flags fly. These are the folks that really wanted to wear the clothes, grow their hair, do the drugs, have the hot hippy sex—but they were insecure. They were afraid. They felt silly. And the 1960s and 70s passed them by. And they've always been a little mad about that. A little resentful. They've always been a little Rush Limbaugh inside: They could have been cool, but nobody let them. And now they've got another chance, and they're not going to let it pass them by again. So they're going to get out there, and they are really going to FREAK IT UP.
Except it's not against war, or for civil rights, or for cleaner air, or for peace on Earth. It's against improvements in American health care.
Far out, man.
Update: Too damn funny. Tea partiers to hold Conservative Woodstock. Was I right or was I right?