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Is that so? Well my dad was a dirty hippie with hair down to his waist who drove a Volkswagen Beetle and went to Woodstock. He told me once that he didn't remember his sophomore year of College, because he was so high. He tried to teach me how to roll joints once, and said he could do it better than anyone he knew. He protested for peace, and burned his draft card. He's a lawyer now, but back then he wanted everyone, including your dad, to stop the fighting and just make love, not war. How would your dad feel knowing that he had chosen to make war? I would guess that he would feel terrible.