Yep. Guilty of the 60's hippie part. I was a beatnik before that. Maynard G. Krebs was my hero when I was a schoolboy. Got the scars on my liver to prove it.
I never said I was old and wise though. You just assumed that part. Now I'm middle-aged (in my 70s) and I can still be foolish.
Well, I presume that having finally hit middle age, you finally learned to respect the opinions of people who were called conservative when you were a know-it-all youngster. Now, if only the youngsters would listen to you... I am sufficiently old-fashioned to blame modernity itself. The modern mentality. Now, get off my lawn.
It is the powerful who know how to honour, it is their art, their domain for invention. The profound reverence for age and for traditionall law rests on this double reverence,the belief and prejudice in favour of ancestors and unfavourable to newcomers, is typical in the morality of the powerful; and if, reversely, men of modern ideas believe almost instinctively in progress and the future, and are more and more lacking in respect for old age, the ignoble origin of these ideas has complacently betrayed itself thereby.
Never got herpes but I did need tetracyclin and Quellada on the odd occasion (another great boomer invention... the sexual revolution). Those were the days... after the invention of the birth control pill and before the discovery of AIDS.
Before the discovery of coronavirus, too, it seems. Well, dont worry: The hedonists nowadays can get their jollies on Pornhub, just as they have their Friends on Facebook: Without human contact.
I suppose that such a means of itch-scratching will probably not make many babies; but as you observe,
that outcome is specifically avoided, anyway.
Thanks for the gin. Hope you don't mind me splashing a little Dolin's and dropping an olive in it. As for sharing bottles, think of it as un-thickened alcohol-based hand sanitizer.
Here: have some Farmacias Paris "Alcohol Puro 500 ml 03500111" in a recycled Agua Purificada bottle with a laser-printed label. Kills all the nasties... viruses, bacteria, even intestinal parasites. Yum.
Ah, a man of refined tastes: An olive in your pharma rubbing-liquor and a splash of... whazzat, I gott it backwerds? Dammn Im drunk. That winston chap did warn its like a dose of nitric acid, that Victory Gin. Welcome to the future... happening now, much better than Orwell ever imagined, and I sez BETTER because I love Big Brother.
* nullius sheds tears of love for Big Brother (right before the bullet)