The Hippie Killer
Call me the Hippie Killer. You see, I don’t like hippies; they annoy me. Their foolish talk of love and peace irritates me. What is even worse than that, and their singing, is their incessant pot smoking. It smells terrible and makes them even more idiotic and prone to son.
I’ve decided to take it upon myself to rid humanity of this boil on its ass. And when I’m finished, and the hippies are extinct, then I will be worshipped as a god amongst men!
On second thought, that sounds like a lot of work. I think I will just start a blog, instead.