Good riddance. Better late than never. How could we miss them when they wouldn’t go away? I’d have preferred a final Armaggedon-like confrontation featuring a 21st century reincarnation of the Tactical Patrol Force swinging billy clubs and letting loose the German shepherds on the filthy, drug-addled, obscenity-spewing trust-funders.
But you can’t always get what you want.
The good news is, the hippies are back in their moms’ basements, nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of beer-bongs dance in their heads. Is Starbucks hiring?But even after finally busting up their squalid encampment yesterday, Mumbles was still kowtowing to the layabouts. He thanked them for their “restraint”?
What restraint? They did whatever they damn well pleased for more than two months. They thumbed their noses at the laws the rest of us have to obey. The hippies got more free passes than illegal aliens — well, almost as many anyway.