We have gotten used to the sight of angry mobs of indoctrinated young commies protesting — often violently — on college campuses. Those are the "mostly peaceful" gatherings that draw all the cameras and get the headlines. If you spend any time in deep blue cities and hit a protest that's not being held on a campus, you'll often see a completely different demographic — bitter and very angry old people.
I've been thinking about this for several weeks now, and have been working on a bit about it that I'm going to try on stage tomorrow (Wednesday) night.
When I was in Ann Arbor in August, my sister came back from shopping one Saturday afternoon to pick me up and go to a couple of stores that I needed to hit. As we were heading out, she told me that we were going to avoid a certain area of town because there was a big protest going on. I believe it was the brain-dead "No Kings" nonsense that was happening. I told her that it wasn't as if I was going to jump out of the car and start fighting them. She laughed and said, "You wouldn't want to anyway; it's just a bunch of old hippies."
I live in Tucson, but spend two or three months a year in Ann Arbor. Both are deeply blue cities that have a lot of old hippies who rail against capitalism but have done quite well for themselves with it. I've got neighbors who still have "Bernie 2016" stickers on their cars. A lot of the oldest ones are forever trying to recapture the Berkeley 1967 vibe that defined their pathetic existences.
Slightly younger commies (interchangeable with hippies) like to pretend that they were inspired by all of that crap and are imbued with the same bitterness. This is who they are now:
I spend most of my year in Tucson and Ann Arbor, which are both polluted with older, angry commie/hippies. Like @exjon said the other day, "Imagine spending your final years like this." Leftists are addicted to being miserable. https://t.co/VNAeclTcGI
— SFK (@stephenkruiser) September 24, 2025
These people make no sense to me. I became a passionate political activist when I was a young man and remained so for several decades. Then I was done with it. Even though I write about politics, I have no interest in being steeped in it. I won't go anywhere near a political gathering unless it's work-related. Regular readers of mine know that, when I'm off the clock, it's mostly beer, books, and video games for me.
Somebody needs to tell these psycho elder hippies about Viagra. Go down to The Villages in Florida, commies, and crawl all over each other in the mud while listening to The Grateful Dead on vinyl. They probably have penicillin carts roaming around down there. You're all past your "Sell By" dates on being functioning scofflaws. Now you're just sad. And, since you're still hippies, probably smelly too.
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