This wonderful town in which I’ve lived since 1999 has taken a turn for the worse. Always seen by the angry right as “unAmerican,” the town is now all too patriotic. Here the once radical spot, a rare escape from the imperial atmosphere of much of the country, has descended into singing the national song of state worship and war glorification:

I miss the black flags. And see how Old Glory isn’t being burned or desecrated, but instead waved in celebration of the presidential state. I still love this town, but if this continues, I might have to get our before it turns me into a conservative.

Update: Take a look at this to get a sense of the racket that plagued the whole town on election night and made it impossible for me to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. Marching in the streets, cheering “Yes We Can.” The establishment has just co-opted the counterculture. This is not good.