And not even by force. Some girlfriends of mine invited me. The chanting was cool (probably appreciated more by the obviously stoned), and 'ol Beautiful Painted Arrow really didn't say anything I disagreed with. What a crowd. Dude said that there would be no peace for a thousand years, however noble the concept.
He rambled quite a bit about sub-atomic particles causing vibrations in the soul, which was why native Americans lived on a different plane, but he did hit the war-like nature of the species pretty well.
I almost asked him if there was ever a real pacifist in the history of humanity, but held my tounge for my friends' sake. I did get a fresh high&tite/flatop, -extra- short. I left 3/4 of the weapons compliment in the truck, and wore a Marines (When it positively, absolutely -has- to be destroyed overnite") t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Shoulda seen all the beatnicks and hippies avoiding contact with me like I was radioactive.
