Thank G-d Abbie Hoffman is dead.
For those who weren't around in the 60s — or the many who have chosen to forget — Abbie (Verdict: Not a chick. His real name was Abbot. But his parents were both Jews. So yeah, contradictions abound) was a prominent member of the counterculture movement and a preeminent peacenik.
A confirmed non-comformist dedicated to blowing up the establishment, Hoffman often used humor to defuse the bombs he lobbed at society — throwing fake money at the New York Stock Exchange, attempting to levitate the Pentagon, and publishing treatises on how to live for free.
He was also quite Jewish (no doubt just as upsetting to the squares), attending Brandeis University and, at his 1969 trial for inciting to riot, using Yiddish to insult the judge, calling hizzoner "a disgrace in front of the goyim."
Hoffman died of a drug overdose in 1989 (some say suicide, others an accident). And we couldn't be happier for him.
We live in a world where even the most liberal candidate would be considered a conservative by Sixties' standards. Agree with the way the world's gone or not, it's hard to deny that the long-haired hippie getting high and making love is the same fellow driving a Mercedes, voting Republican and screaming "what about the children?!" today. The numbers just don't add up any other way.
If Abbie had seen what's become of the world — of the very people who marched with him and fought with him and served time with him — well, at least he was spared the pain of having to watch it all go down.