Admit it. You listen to the Grateful Dead. Wear tie dye. Fantasize about Woodstock and tree-hugging. And you own a pair of Birkenstocks. You're a closet hippie, right?
Well, first you had me as a Republican, that was a towering fail of a flail, now it's an old gran'pa.... Still way off the mark. Like a poor marksman, you're oh for two!
Keep in mind though, as we go along -- my defining you as an ignoramus isn't the same thing as "name calling."