I lived through the 60s and 70s also as a young person. My family and friends went to war. If my memory serves me correctly. The ones who marched to protest everything about the "Establishment" was mostly young college students who smoked pot and danced to eerie music. They knew as long as they stayed in college, they did not have to go to Vietnam.

And as soon as the draft ended, so did the protests. It wasn't any noble cause for Peace and Justice, but for pure self-interest

And nothing wrong with that. I fell into that gap where there wasn't even registration, and think the current registration legislation is stupid, and should either be repealed or extended to women, too. (The latter would have the effect of getting it repealed in a few years anyhow.) And I wonder how many of those protesting anarchists never registered...

What a lot of self-righteous, narcissistic, condescending drivel this is. Those 60's & 70's protestors worst deprivations were having to live in Canada! Bah! While real dissidents living in real tryannies, not the fantasy police states of the Left's imagination, were sacrificing their lives and families, being sent to gulags, prisons cells, and mass graves, these pampered, spoiled children of the West are still sitting around today congratulating themselves on stopping an "unjust" war and reliving the "sacrifices" they made. Which circle of Hell do thes people deserve most?

There seem to be a lot of middle-aged Boomers surfacing who think that marching for Ho Chi Minh and Pol Pot was a far nobler and risky exercise than shilling for Saddam Hussein.

Bill O'Reilly does that alot, and sounds ridiculous as well

I have not read the original article (and won't). Are you sure it wasn't brilliant satire?

There was precious little admirable about an arch-Catholic Fascist like Diem, or two-bit thugs like Ky and Thieu, but it seems to me that millions of 'boat people' felt that even they were better than what they were getting with Ho and his buddies.

I got hit by a bicycle protestor the other day, killed a pair of Dockers and scratched up my left knee(which seems to attract injuries for some reason), however owing to my nose tackle like build, the cyclist-protestor bounced off me and rolled into a parked car where his bicycle suffered significant damage and he got a concussion. Had my boss not been with me (we were coming off lunch) I probably would have shown him what people from Bensonhurst (a predominantly Italian and Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn which serves as a bedroom for many 'Goodfellas') do to leftist idiots who run into them.

Darn Boss

EO:

Not 100%, but I'm betting it wasn't.

>And as soon as the draft ended, so did the protests.

Ever notice that war suddenly became Healthy for Children and Other Growing Things the instant Baby Boomers were no longer in danger of being drafted and sent to The Nam?

"Oh, how courageous we were back then, and better looking, too." Legends in their own minds, the whole bloody lot of them.

I'm hearing this in my head with the voice of Grandpa Simpson.

Bart:

Thanks for taking one for the team.