“Hippies? Well I like their drugs,” my husband said, causing me to snort. “Yeah, I like their drugs and I think hippies are nice… when they are young,” he qualified.
“They had these ideas when they were 23.. peace and love and while it’s a nice idea to have will you’re eating acid, the idea has no basis. There is no reality involved, it doesn’t work. I don’t disagree that their ideas are nice. Everyone lay down their gun. I’d love to see that but all it takes to ruin something like that is one _________,” he said, naming a psychopath we know. “One guy like that’ll ruin everything”.
I nodded. “Yep, he’ll come in there and take over immediately.”
And there will always be someone like that.”
“Yep. And a hammer to the head will stop him,” he said. “It will stop him and I will be the one to swing that hammer but when I do, I don’t want to hear about how I am a rotten son of a bitch.”