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Back in my day... all American high-school graduates got free scholarships to Ivy League schools (and there weren't no fairy-loving hippies there either). After they all made straight A's for four years (because they were all good, smart, hard-working European-Americans, dammit), they moved back to their towns and cities where they ran the farms and factories. These farms and factories were ran with precision and efficiency worth of God Himself and they fed and clothed the entire nation for free. People were so happy that in the entire 1950s (the height of this era) there were only 5 murders in the whole country, and most of those were committed by queers. Yeah, life was perfect back in my day before this place went to Hell in a handbasket. All men got along in perfect harmony with their fellow workers and we all lived rich and happily in the good old U.S.A. Then those damn RINOs came along with their uppity communist "economics" and "same water fountains for everyone" crap. Now this place is a living hell overrun by people the Constitution never specifically said were supposed to be allowed in here.

It was when we started treating Eyetalians like they was white when this problem started.

Simpleton, in 1960 it was not necessary to have a college degree to have a good job that would provide a middle class standard of living, your feeble attempt at sarcasm notwithstanding. Any factory worker could buy a house in the suburbs, get married in his early 20's and start having 4.2 baby boom kids, have health insurance, go away on vacation, and retire on a pension. All working 9 to 5 with time and a half for overtime on just one paycheck.

It was a time so prosperous that it created the counterculture. If you think you live in a world so safe, so rich, so comfortable that your biggest problem will be boredom then "finding yourself" is very important. "Dropping out" isn't downward mobility if you are perfectly certain that a job just like Dad's will be waiting for you when you've finished backpacking across Europe or growing macrobiotic lettuce to "find yourself". "Openness", "Make Love, Not War", "Do your own thing", can only be mantras in a society so awash in plenty, so optimistic about the future that it thinks conflict, discipline and competition are like rowing on a motorboat, that such values are as archaic as knightly chivalry and the future holds effortless plenty for all. And if there is effortless plenty for all we can all just have one big Greening of America party where we just smoke pot, play frisbee and screw. It was a time when experimentation was safe and young girls thought nothing of hitchhiking alone.

Honestly, Texas_Dawg, you don't understand very much.

Back in my day... all American high-school graduates got free scholarships to Ivy League schools (and there weren't no fairy-loving hippies there either). After they all made straight A's for four years (because they were all good, smart, hard-working European-Americans, dammit), they moved back to their towns and cities where they ran the farms and factories. These farms and factories were ran with precision and efficiency worth of God Himself and they fed and clothed the entire nation for free. People were so happy that in the entire 1950s (the height of this era) there were only 5 murders in the whole country, and most of those were committed by queers. Yeah, life was perfect back in my day before this place went to Hell in a handbasket. All men got along in perfect harmony with their fellow workers and we all lived rich and happily in the good old U.S.A. Then those damn RINOs came along with their uppity communist "economics" and "same water fountains for everyone" crap. Now this place is a living hell overrun by people the Constitution never specifically said were supposed to be allowed in here.

Not bad.

But I had to walk 20 miles to school every day. Up hill. Both ways. Barefoot. When we had blizzards I had to wrap my feet on barbed wire for traction. One day it was so windy that I got blown back 2 steps for every step I took, if I hadn't turned around to go home I would have never made it to school...