The Dwining of the Age of Aquarius

I was two years old in 1967 when the “Summer of Love” skipped Detroit.

Alas, while in San Francisco all you needed was love, in Detroit we needed the National Guard. Even so, as hippies were taking the brown acid and I was crawling for another jar of Gerber’s strained bananas, the Left’s infantile antics and ironies were then beyond my musings (the foremost of which, at that time, probably had to do with who would change my diaper—ASAP!).

Only post-Pampers did I learn, somewhere along the assembly line of force-fed, ubiquitous, and interminable spasms of Baby Boomer romantic nostalgia, that the Left had coined the latter stages of the 1960s “the Age of Aquarius.”

And my Gen X slacker intellect wondered, “Why?”

Plucked from a song in the musical “Hair,” the lyrics captured all the “New Left”— well, the hippies basically—claimed it would achieve:

Peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation

How this would be achieved is left to one’s imagination—though, in fairness, many ’60s radicals did cite LSD. When this would be achieved was less nebulous, per the song:

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars

Unfortunately, per Wikipedia (forgive me) and astrologer Neil Spencer (ditto), the lyrics are “‘astrological gibberish’, [because] Jupiter aligns with Mars several times a year and the moon is in the 7th House for two hours every day.”

I have no idea what the hell that means, but I do know the sun is setting on the New Left’s Baby Boomers, and by no means are they going gently into that good night or anywhere else on God’s green earth. Just ask the next generation of Democratic Party leadership—if you can find where their Baby Boomer brethren have buried them.

No, in the time remaining to them, the New Left’s Baby Boomers are still bent on achieving their ends “by any means necessary”; and, though possessing the aforementioned penchant for self-aggrandizing retrospection, the New Left lacks a similar desire for self-assessment. Thus, if for no other reason than to predict what manner of things they’ll do next, with the help of their slogan-song’s lyrics, it falls to us to chart their progress to date.

“Peace will guide the planets”: Communist China’s put a man in space.

“Love will steer the stars”: ISIS begs to differ.

“Harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding”: Not in the Swamp.

“No more falsehoods or derisions”: The Russia-gate myth.

“Golden living dreams of visions”: Pot is legal.

“Mystic crystal revelation”: Unless it contradicts Leftist groupthink.

“And the mind’s true liberation”: The PC police are arresting free speech.

Even when graded on a curve with bonus points for persistent attendance (New Left Baby Boomers are always on hand and punctual, especially when uninvited), the above warrants a failing grade.

Ah, but the New Left’s Baby Boomers are the first to admit this—and blame everybody else.

What the New Left’s Baby Boomers have never understood is that their aims, while seemingly laudable in the abstract, are impossible in practice: millennia of history reveals the intractable imperfection of humanity. Thus, unwilling to accept the limits of our human condition and toil for what can be, the New Left’s Baby Boomers persist in demanding that what “can’t be,” “must be.” Inevitably frustrated in their delusory dream of recreating flawed humanity in the image of a terrestrial Eden, the “Age of Aquarius” has become a march through the institutions with the aid of coercion, be it through the organized power of the state or the anarchic power of the street.

Ergo, the fatal intrinsic contradiction of the New Left Baby Boomers. With “Love” and “Hate” tattooed on each hand, peace and violence are equivalent means situationally justified to wrest about their arbitrarily defined “greater good.” The “Sunshine Superman” and “Street Fighting Man” are strange bedfellows heralded in the struggle for “social justice”; the San Francisco and Detroit of 1967 are commemorated as milestones on the serpentine path to Progressivism’s dead end; and, in brutal sum, why the New Left ideology has degenerated from fantasy to hypocrisy.

Their taste for power whetted and unabated, characteristically the New Left’s Baby Boomers will cling to power the way a soiled diaper clings to one’s backside, an image that probably “sticks” a little too close for comfort for much of their anile leadership. Hence, sane Americans must remain ever vigilant as the last gasps of this dying idiocy as its aging acolytes desperately bid for their last chance at remaking America into a Ukrainian paradise, circa 1921.

So, “Gimme Shelter”; liberty or death; and a jar of strained bananas. “It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall” during the dwining of the Age of Aquarius.

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10 responses to “The Dwining of the Age of Aquarius

  • Unfortunately, many of those losers couldn’t get a job other than teaching, so now higher education is full of this crap.

  • Hmmm, considering that most of those involved in that craze were actually war babies rather than boomers, this article comes across as a crock. McCorter is obviously unaware that Bill Clinton and G.W. Bush were at the BEGINNING of the “baby boom” and Barack Obama came along toward the end. I’m afraid boomers will be around for a long time yet. Incidentally, I’m 72 and because my birthday was in the latter part of 1945, I’m not a boomer.

  • I am a late boomer, born in 1961. I remember “Hair” and its music. My parents went to see the show in New York. My mother told me, excitedly, that a naked male castmember sat on the back of my father’s seat during the performance. My father was born in NY in 1930 and served in Korea during the Korean War. My father was an auxilliary policeman in our idllyic, suburban town, during the 60s and 70s. He had had a crew cut, more or less.

    Yes, I know the song, “Age of Acquarius.” I also remember the body counts of Viet Cong, reported every weekday morning on the radio. I remember the ’69 NY Mets.

    Today, most people who came of age during Age of Acquarius are in their 60s and 70s, exiting the workforce and starting to lose their marbles. Quite a few are serving in Congress.

  • The author is a self-described “current itinerant guitarist” (Read “about the author” above)

    The song, Age of Aquarius, expressed an optimistic view of the future. It was part of a Broadway play. A story. A song. It was never anything more than fiction.

    Only bitter, failed guitarist would quibble about the “astorlogical science” of the positions of the planets and moon in a popular song.

    I like American Greatness but if I read another “article” like this one, I won’t be coming back again.

    • Clearly you have no sense of humor. AmGreatness won’t miss you.

  • I was born in the late 50’s in Ceylon. By the mid 60’s Hippies were part of those tourists coming to the tropical city of Colombo. Arthur C. Clark spoke to the world from Colombo, around that time,and I saw all the blockbuster Hollywood movies. By the early 70’s I came to the US along with my family and settled in the South. By the early 80’s I was part of the Bay Area Hippie generation and the liberal world albeit it was fading by now. By the mid 90s I returned to the deep South and disillusioned of the ways of the flower children.

  • Time for the rectification of names. It was not the Age of Aquarius nor was it the Woodstock Generation. It was the Age of Manson and the Altamount Generation.

  • I comprehend the gist of the article Mr McCotter, apparently the others are too burned out from all the acid they imbibed in… Especially “Mr Amused” below…
    I’m an X’er ’69, luckily for me my boomer parents were not in anyway part of the loser Hippie scene. Fine article from one “itinerant guitarist” to another… w/

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