I think you would have liked the party.
Maybe, at the time. But I have the disadvantageous view of what the sixties spawned, which was a seventies of moral anarchy and a global orgasm of extremely bad taste (pink shirts on men? Seriously? And what was up with that bad-hair thing? Did everyone male or female just decide that torturing their hair and the eyes of those who saw it would keep the sixties going?), an eighties of preposterous revisionism for a past that never existed, alongside a sudden crash dive into profiteering collaborationism, and pop music become so glitzy and grating one could hardly stand to hear it, a nineties where the general consensus just became “greed is good”, and a twenty-first century where bovine behavior as dictated by an internet and a mass social-media addiction that made television rotting one’s brain look quaint, and the brain-dead reaction to one false flag after another coming to pass as a world view…
It was still back during the sixties, before I was even a decade of age, that I recognized all the alleged rebelliousness and social experimentation for what it was: cowardice. Yes, the entire foundation of our way of life needed to be examined and much of it discarded. From my youthful vantage, what I saw needing to be rebelled against, was a condition of permanent debt based on one’s home never being one’s home at all but a trade voucher issued by a bank to speculate with, and the absolutely intolerable and ridiculous ideas that private citizens in a free society could be brainwashed into thinking it a duty to explain to government what one did for one’s daily bread and cut them off a slice of it on pain of prosecution.
Coming to grasp that most of what passed as an economic way of life was about dodging and manipulating and falsifying and loopholing one’s way around such an obvious means of enslavement as income taxation has always been, was the epiphany of a lifetime for me. My reasoning has remained, that anyone saying they are trying to strive for a better world or reform this or that or call for one improved form of justice or another, and still submits those forms and pays those levies dutifully every year as if it were the people who are beholden to government and not vice versa, only does so out of fear, and a refusal to recognize that what we have is no government but a regime, which functions as if we were its property. And that what we have is not freedom at all, but a limited capacity to negotiate the terms of one’s imprisonment for oneself by manipulating rules which I was never willing to live by at all.
As long as income taxation continues to exist in any form, as long as reporting one’s activities to a regime remains a thing everyone of every political or social persuasion thinks is inevitable and even a duty, there is very little else about everything I see around me that I can do more than tolerate but hardly take seriously. Where were the cries in the sixties, not just to “stop the war” but to “stop the tax”? Where have the civil libertarians been all this time, manufacturing grievances about race and gender and culture, while never recognizing that being spied on by a regime and expected by it to submit the information ourselves voluntarily, is the civil-liberties outrage to dwarf them all?
People rant and rave and try to justify whatever cause it is they trumpet with this tiresome mantra of “I pay my taxes”, and I just look on and say, “why?”
I will not be owned, and for my purposes the only cause anyone should have been struggling over all this time ought to have been to get this egregious condition of obligation to report oneself to officialdom and to finance its crimes with one’s own livelihood, off our backs. There ought to have been more people marching in the streets to stop the 1040s and the 1099s all along, than ever showed up to protest any war or any popular dislike for a new chief executive for saying “pussy.”
So from that angle, the party that was the sixties, and everything to come after them, has been little more than a distraction, when meanwhile day in and day out and irrespective of one’s politics, I live in a nation whose people meekly submit to being owned by a regime.