New Ideas? Old Ideas? Both are Gassed & Buried

Oh, FUCK OFF, you Glastonbury Dingleberries. You little shits wanna play Woodstock? You're not as hip as your Granny was. Sure, Yoko COULD be your granny, but she isn't.

Oooh, let's have a FLASHMOB.

Let's pretend it's 1968 and it's Peace in Toronto.

Or go back further and pretend it's Woooooooodstock.

Here we are, clueless Millennials, with our selfies, our lattes, our absolutely shitty music from Viley Virus and Justin Bieber and retread assholes like Mumford and Sons, and we're taking drugs and going topless as if we're hippies or something. But we're just playing games.

PS, we secretly make fun of The Who, and Macca, and even an old fart like Morrissey, and when Yoko performed at Glastonbury we snickered and wandered away to get wasted. We frankly don't know what to do about the future when it could suddenly bite us on the ass tomorrow morning. We could wake up to hear that Big Ben was blown up, a new plague's forming in Africa, and we're all supposed to rave about some new grotesque pig combining the worst of Iggy and Kim and Gaga into one ball of shit.

Har har, peace and love. Har har, IMAGINE...

Imagine what? Imagine the Palesteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenians taking the Jews' homeland away? Imagine Muuuuuuuuuuslims making everyone in England cook stinky halal food for the school children? Imagine that "Game of Toilets" is actually worth watching and E.L. James is literate? Imagine that any of you idiots would even recognize a photo of John Lennon? Seriously. On Jimmy Kimmel's show, he asked a 13 year-old on the street "WHO IS THIS?" The photo was Lennon. After much head-scratching, the Millennial said, "Uh, is that a Beatle?" Yes. "Is it...JOE?"