Columnist Ron Hart recently attended the Bonnaroo Music Festival and filed an amusing report on the rampant capitalism on display there among lefty hippie-types:
The entrepreneurial spirit abounded, a shining example of the same capitalism they seem to detest on a larger scale.
Vendors offered a wide array of pot, coke and acid for a reasonable market-driven price. Ironically, drugs were sold at a more competitive price than the Prescription Drug Benefit Congress "gave us" because at Bonnaroo, at least, the drug dealers are forced to compete.
The way dealers at Bonnaroo operate is that when they walk past someone they say their product. So I hear the word "pot" said by a passerby. If you wanted to buy said product, then, unlike our government's drug purchases, you would engage a vendor in price negotiations. And like most all of my purchases, they would begin with: "You ain't no cop, are you?"
Being one of the oldest dudes there, I really did not get many offers to "Rock the Vote" or buy drugs. In fact, I am not sure that when I walked by one dealer he didn't say "Geritol."
They register voters there because they know that they are going to vote for Democrats since they get most of their political views from the drummer for Third Eye Blind. This is the same drummer who rails against oil companies' 10 cent a gallon profit, yet has no problem selling his band's T-shirts at his concert for $35.
reason on the hippie menace here.