Yeah, I'm still here. Struggling to focus on any particular outrage at the moment, so I'm going to think of happy thoughts instead.
Edit: Thank you Steve in Manhattan for sharing this at Crooks & Liars' Mike's Blog Round-Up. And to the National Guard people getting shipped away from their families and work in order to invade DC on the Shitgibbon's orders, you always have the option to quit the Guard so you won't attack your fellow Americans.
Ever since I learned of Woodstock as a lad, I remained intrigued at the confluence of events, the tiny miracles, the realization that for the most part the people who attended were in good spirits and enjoyed the experience. I found a YouTuber sharing slides where they had attended in person:
The music was a key part of the festival, but the people who were there made it historic.
...okay enough said, here's more Santana!
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My brother, who was a teenager in 1969, got in a major fight with my dad about wanting to go to Woodstock, which would have been a major undertaking since we lived in Northern California. So when I was seventeen and a raging Led Zeppelin fan, my dad took a different approach (much to my brother's dismay): he hired my best friend and I to scrape the paint off of his deck and in return he bought us tickets (plane and admission) to the upcoming Led Zeppelin concert in Oakland. It was a "Day on the Green" with Judas Priest, Rick Derringer and Led Zeppelin on the bill, my first big concert, and my first time visiting the "big city" that I would later call my home for thirty five years. RIP Rick Derringer, he totally killed it that day.
-Doug in Sugar Pine
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