Freddogg Off The Chain

The guy in the Castro photo is actually some retro hippy nerd.


A locked vault in Dallas Texas evidently revealed boxes of original documents pertaining to the Kennedy assassination 45 years ago. Ironically the next day Castro resigned as God of Cuba.
I saw the boxes on the news as one hair spayed media wanker after another made comments. None of these clueless snoops caught the obvious which was that several boxes were labeled Office Depot which was founded in 1986 and really a cardboard box from the sixties looks nothing like a box from the eighties.
And I remember when the Castro look was cool here in America coinciding with the beatnik look, a precursor to the happy hippy style that gave fat women like momma Cass and beardy wierdy scrawny 10 year undergraduate matriculaters a place to hide and fit in and have barnyard group sex which even had the barnyard animals hee hawing in simultaneous disgust and laughter. In a way you have to hand it to the old guy for resisting the giant to his north and not becoming another Hawaii or Alaska and becoming overrun by fat-assed white people on vacation who came back with slides to dog their state side neighbors.
That’s what is lost on the whole Woodstock nostalgia the fact that the LSD crowd was nothing if not hideously ugly and out of shape and more shallow that any ipod teenager of today raving off ecstasy.
I am amazed at the irreverence shown to the memory of John Kennedy who last I checked still had a brother and daughter running around America. O.K.,in Teddy’s case perhaps ambling around-talk about the midnight ambler.
I saw a brand new Volkswagen sitting on a corner lot in 1972 and on the windshield it read “If Teddy had been driving one of these he’d be president today.”

FReddogg