1968 was so 2016…

 

If 1967 was the Summer of Love, 2016 will be the Summer of Despair.

 

 

 

 

The seed is planted and our fate is cemented. We are culled and the rest is unqualified descent. Enjoy the ride.

 

 

If 1968 was the Summer of that which was never named, 2016 will be the summer that will forever be named.

 

 

Time to watch the world burn, lads!