Hippies Punch Back!

Several days ago I read with interest about White House adviser David Axelrod being accused of "Hippie Punching" by a liberal Blogger. While the meaning of this criticism was self-evident, I realized that the term went so much further.

Apparently, "Hippie Punching" is considered a sport in the insulated world of spoiled Frat-Boy Republifucks.

Let's take a look at "Hippie Punching" FAQ on the website IMAO:

"HIPPIE PUNCHING FAQ

Q. Where is best to punch a hippie?
A. About the face. That's where the hippie is most annoying.

Q. What is a hippie?
A. Generally, a hippie is an annoying, useless. Actually, less than useless, as they are not happy until they prevent other people from being useful as well. In fact, Scientists have determined that the only evolutionary purpose of a hippie is for punching as a stress release for productive members of society.

Q. Are there any other uses for hippies than punching them?
A. No, there are no other uses.

Q. What are the benefits of punching hippies?
A. What aren't? It gives you exercise, increases your intelligence and sexual prowess, helps the economy, defeats terrorism, and helps orphans find families. Also, scientists say that each time you punch a hippie, they get one step closer to curing cancer."

And it goes on and on.
Well let me tell you something you punk-ass Republiturd; this hippie punches back.
I would love to see you approaching me with Hippie Punching intent. I'd be happy to tighten that wool sweater you have tied around your neck till you think your head might explode like a bloated zit.
Go ahead you preppy weasel, try and swing on me, anything that gets close enough will get dislocated.
I have broken nose after nose on you arrogant little pukes, and I don't see any reason to discontinue the practice now.
You're the type of dickhead that will frantically drive your Lexus around in circles, soiling your Brooks-Brothers suit because you won't use a public restroom let alone shit in the woods.
You and the Republifuck that spawned you will rail against the evils of Government, while you collect the public pension Daddy got as an attorney for the Federal Government.
You are the conservashit that sat lonely in your college dorm room while other guys were playing music, smoking weed and getting laid by beautiful Hippie Chicks.
Now you resent it.
You have been programed to use things up - resources, relationships, people. You think you can throw Daddy's money at your problems, but you are a miserable little snipe.
You look at simple people and their simple pleasures and you are jealous, so you hate them. You'll get drunk and punch a Hippie, but you would never be caught in a military uniform. No, no. Mommy has other plans for you.

So go ahead, take a swing at this old Hippie. I want to brush up on my pressure-point nerve-strikes. Let's dance.