d then it hit me. We were the ones who were now putting up the signs and making everyone conform. The signs that tell everyone what they can and can’t do and what they better do if they know what’s good for them.

For instance, the environmental movement which had started out as a quasi-religion of 'love mother earth' by free-spirited hippies in communes, has now been taken over by grim humorless bureaucrats who watch over things like 'Big Brother' and use a bewildering array of sometimes contradictory government laws to enforce their will. For heaven sakes I heard only last week about someplace across out fruited plains where not only were you ordered to recycle, but you had to put your garbage in clear plastic bags so that the enviro police could mak

Anyone who has spent all or part of their teen or growing-up years in the sixties will surely remember the famous slogan delivered from under protest banners flying high or tacked up in seedy apartments and dorm rooms decorated with day-glow posters of Bob Dylan and Jimi Hendrix. Remember what it was? Come-on, sure you do. Here's a hint - it was one of the catch phrases of the hippies - the 'Love' generation. It went right along with, "Make Love Not War". And it was usually drawn with magic markers on rumpled 'used-to- be white', dorm room sheets. Still nothing? Hey man you're not trying. OK, last clue. What could the most ironic thing that millions of settled, responsible movers and shakers of today’s society (us) could have said all those years ago to make us squirm now in our CEO chairs or heated leather Lexus seats? No guesses? Really? OK, well everyone who thinks they know the answer, jot it down on an old 'zigzag' joint paper and stuff it into the back pocket of those jeans, (despite the fact that they're three sizes larger than they were in 1968, and now fit a whole lot tighter) And even worse, you're not wearing them tight in the butt any more to be sexy! Then send it off to me in your old college laundry bag. Winners will be chosen completely at random by the judge (me) whose thoughts are likewise completely random (me again) and.... Oh forget it. You give up?

All right - well if everyone has guessed or is so stumped that they're about to give up and turn on the 24/7 'Bad-60's-sitcoms-all-night' cable channel's Beverly Hillbilly's re-run marathon, here is the answer. It was;

"Never trust anyone over Thirty."

Let me explain. The whole irony thing slid insidiously into my consciousness the other day when I happen to hear a song that was pretty silly and pretentious forty years ago (and it hadn't improved with age) spilling out from the German built speakers of my Japanese car. It was a rather banal little ditty called 'Signs' or some such title. To be honest I don't really re-call who did the thing back then nor would I recognize the singer nasally droning it out today, even if you picked him up by the scruff of the neck and bodily wumped me over the head with him. But it was the words to song - silly and naive as they were back then, that really started me thinking. The song, as I began to remember, was about how the middle class, up-tight, grown-ups (definitely not us back then!), had made up way too many rules in order to force their stodgy, middle class values on the free and uninhibited sprits (us - the 'cool' Baby Boomer kids). And even more insidious, the song reminded us Boomer kids back in the 60's, that the adults had put up all kinds of 'Signs' to infringe on the rights all of us mellow, young Boomers, who asked for nothing more than to, 'let-it -all-hang-out.

As the still unknown pop vocalist of today sang about how the sign and the rules were encroaching on our freedoms and individualism, I started to get this unpleasant little nagging feeling at the back of my mind. And then it hit me. We were the ones who were now putting up the signs and making everyone conform. The signs that tell everyone what they can and can’t do and what they better do if they know what’s good for them.

For instance, the environmental movement which had started out as a quasi-religion of 'love mother earth' by free-spirited hippies in communes, has now been taken over by grim humorless bureaucrats who watch over things like 'Big Brother' and use a bewildering array of sometimes contradictory government laws to enforce their will. For heaven sakes I heard only last week about someplace across out fruited plains where not only were you ordered to recycle, but you had to put your garbage in clear plastic bags so that the enviro police could make

ake us squirm now in our CEO chairs or heated leather Lexus seats? No guesses? Really? OK, well everyone who thinks they know the answer, jot it down on an old 'zigzag' joint paper and stuff it into the back pocket of those jeans, (despite the fact that they're three sizes larger than they were in 1968, and now fit a whole lot tighter) And even worse, you're not wearing them tight in the butt any more to be sexy! Then send it off to me in your old college laundry bag. Winners will be chosen completely at random by the judge (me) whose thoughts are likewise completely random (me again) and.... Oh forget it. You give up?

All right - well if everyone has guessed or is so stumped that they're about to give up and turn on the 24/7 'Bad-60's-sitcoms-all-night' cable channel's Beverly Hillbilly's re-run marathon, here is the answer. It was;

"Never trust anyone over Thirty."

Let me explain. The whole irony thing slid insidiously into my consciousness the other day when I happen to hear a song that was pretty silly and pretentious forty years ago (and it hadn't improved with age) spilling out from the German built speakers of my Japanese car. It was a rather banal little ditty called 'Signs' or some such title. To be honest I don't really re-call who did the thing back then nor would I recognize the singer nasally droning it out today, even if you picked him up by the scruff of the neck and bodily wumped me over the head with him. But it was the words to song - silly and naive as they were back then, that really started me thinking. The song, as I began to remember, was about how the middle class, up-tight, grown-ups (definitely not us back then!), had made up way too many rules in order to force their stodgy, middle class values on the free and uninhibited sprits (us - the 'cool' Baby Boomer kids). And even more insidious, the song reminded us Boomer kids back in the 60's, that the adults had put up all kinds of 'Signs' to infringe on the rights all of us mellow, young Boomers, who asked for nothing more than to, 'let-it -all-hang-out.

As the still unknown pop vocalist of today sang about how the sign and the rules were encroaching on our freedoms and individualism, I started to get this unpleasant little nagging feeling at the back of my mind. And then it hit me. We were the ones who were now putting up the signs and making everyone conform. The signs that tell everyone what they can and can’t do and what they better do if they know what’s good for them.

For instance, the environmental movement which had started out as a quasi-religion of 'love mother earth' by free-spirited hippies in communes, has now been taken over by grim humorless bureaucrats who watch over things like 'Big Brother' and use a bewildering array of sometimes contradictory government laws to enforce their will. For heaven sakes I heard only last week about someplace across out fruited plains where not only were you ordered to recycle, but you had to put your garbage in clear plastic bags so that the enviro police could mak

t' cable channel's Beverly Hillbilly's re-run marathon, here is the answer. It was;

"Never trust anyone over Thirty."

Let me explain. The whole irony thing slid insidiously into my consciousness the other day when I happen to hear a song that was pretty silly and pretentious forty years ago (and it hadn't improved with age) spilling out from the German built speakers of my Japanese car. It was a rather banal little ditty called 'Signs' or some such title. To be honest I don't really re-call who did the thing back then nor would I recognize the singer nasally droning it out today, even if you picked him up by the scruff of the neck and bodily wumped me over the head with him. But it was the words to song - silly and naive as they were back then, that really started me thinking. The song, as I began to remember, was about how the middle class, up-tight, grown-ups (definitely not us back then!), had made up way too many rules in order to force their stodgy, middle class values on the free and uninhibited sprits (us - the 'cool' Baby Boomer kids). And even more insidious, the song reminded us Boomer kids back in the 60's, that the adults had put up all kinds of 'Signs' to infringe on the rights all of us mellow, young Boomers, who asked for nothing more than to, 'let-it -all-hang-out.

As the still unknown pop vocalist of today sang about how the sign and the rules were encroaching on our freedoms and individualism, I started to get this unpleasant little nagging feeling at the back of my mind. And then it hit me. We were the ones who were now putting up the signs and making everyone conform. The signs that tell everyone what they can and can’t do and what they better do if they know what’s good for them.

For instance, the environmental movement which had started out as a quasi-religion of 'love mother earth' by free-spirited hippies in communes, has now been taken over by grim humorless bureaucrats who watch over things like 'Big Brother' and use a bewildering array of sometimes contradictory government laws to enforce their will. For heaven sakes I heard only last week about someplace across out fruited plains where not only were you ordered to recycle, but you had to put your garbage in clear plastic bags so that the enviro police could mak

that really started me thinking. The song, as I began to remember, was about how the middle class, up-tight, grown-ups (definitely not us back then!), had made up way too many rules in order to force their stodgy, middle class values on the free and uninhibited sprits (us - the 'cool' Baby Boomer kids). And even more insidious, the song reminded us Boomer kids back in the 60's, that the adults had put up all kinds of 'Signs' to infringe on the rights all of us mellow, young Boomers, who asked for nothing more than to, 'let-it -all-hang-out.

As the still unknown pop vocalist of today sang about how the sign and the rules were encroaching on our freedoms and individualism, I started to get this unpleasant little nagging feeling at the back of my mind. And then it hit me. We were the ones who were now putting up the signs and making everyone conform. The signs that tell everyone what they can and can’t do and what they better do if they know what’s good for them.

For instance, the environmental movement which had started out as a quasi-religion of 'love mother earth' by free-spirited hippies in communes, has now been taken over by grim humorless bureaucrats who watch over things like 'Big Brother' and use a bewildering array of sometimes contradictory government laws to enforce their will. For heaven sakes I heard only last week about someplace across out fruited plains where not only were you ordered to recycle, but you had to put your garbage in clear plastic bags so that the enviro police could mak

d then it hit me. We were the ones who were now putting up the signs and making everyone conform. The signs that tell everyone what they can and can’t do and what they better do if they know what’s good for them.

For instance, the environmental movement which had started out as a quasi-religion of 'love mother earth' by free-spirited hippies in communes, has now been taken over by grim humorless bureaucrats who watch over things like 'Big Brother' and use a bewildering array of sometimes contradictory government laws to enforce their will. For heaven sakes I heard only last week about someplace across out fruited plains where not only were you ordered to recycle, but you had to put your garbage in clear plastic bags so that the enviro police could make sure you were! Whoa... Hey ‘Bro’ was this what the free spirits in the commune had in mind? Weren't we protesting the heavy hand of government telling us what to do? It sort of reminds me of that great old movie from the 60's by Woody Allen. It was called Bananas and was about how a Latin/American freedom fighter (who looked suspiciously like Castro) changed when the 'outsiders' became the 'insiders' and could make all the rules. As the farce, broadened into the ridiculous, I recall one scene where the dictator makes a law that everyone will have to wear clean underwear every day and they have to wear them on the outside of their clothes so that the 'Underwear Police' can check them daily.

Want another one we would have protested as infringement of free expression? How about a planned community that recently told a resident that they would have to take down their colored Christmas lights or risk a fine. Why? Because someone had passed 'rule' that all Christmas lights had to be white! (I wonder if they not only require underwear to be worn on the outside, but mandate that it must be white as well !! Hummm. Are we seeing a pattern here?

Or take the government itself. Now I know that I wasn't so stoned that I don't remember those protests. The ones where all we wanted was to get the government out of our lives and off of our back - right? Now it seem like we've not just invited them to tell us what to do, but are demanding it ! You know the drill. "Why doesn't the government do something about this or "we need a law that says...." Ah uh. There are underwear laws and white light rules in our futures folks.

Now don't get me wrong - I know that a lot of these laws and regulations have been put in place "for our own good". But wasn't that what an older generation told us forty years ago?

Ah well, maybe we should just shrug our collective shoulders, light some sandalwood incense, pass around the old bong pipe and just chock it up to just another 'sign' of the times.

Peace dude.

Ric Wasley Author Shadow of Innocence Kunati - Aptil 2007 http://www.kunati.com http://www.kunati.com/shadow-of-innocence-hip-myster/

Ric Wasley has spent almost forty years wandering through corporate board rooms and honky-tonk bars. He now divides his time between writing mystery novels – Shadow or Innocence – A McCarthy Family Mystery – Published by Kunati, http://www.kunati.com , and observing the really ‘juicy parts’ of the human condition.