It’s no accident then that Obama, as the first hippie president, has done little or nothing to help the lives of black people. Quite the contrary. (“Hey, man, everything’s cool. I’m one of you. Later.”) The point of hippie culture was “do your own thing,” right? So what if your social fabric is falling apart.
It’s also no accident that Obama has found a perfect partner in crime in John Kerry, the first hippie secretary of State. Never mind the seven thousand dollar Armani suits of today, who can forget the old Kerry in his tie-dyes and stringy sixties-seventies do, denouncing his fellow American servicemen as the scions of Genghis Khan (in that pretentious accent, as if anyone could conceivably know how Genghis really pronounced it)? These days the ex-hippies, many of them anyway, wear the most expensive suits. Didn’t David Brooks wax poetic in the New York Times over the crease of Obama’s pants? Hippiedom was always about the clothes you wore as much as anything else. They just changed, leaving the same superficial personalities intact.
So we are in the era when the hippies are negotiating against the Iranians about nuclear weapons. There would be something almost Terry Southern-black comic about it, if civilization didn’t hang in the balance. But, hey, do your own thing, and if that thing happens to be enriching uranium, so be it. I mean Rouhani’s got a beard, right? If he only weren’t over thirty, we could really trust him.