A Boomerposting Report: Andy Griffith and the Dirty Hippie

A funny thing happened when I logged into my fashy internet Facebook account a few days ago. I suddenly found myself drowning in retirement aged “Deplorables” reminiscing about the good old days when Reagan was president and discussing the benefits of reverse mortgages for retirement. The Alt-Right had gone full-boomer and it was quite a thing to behold. No, I don’t mean that a sudden influx of 60 year-olds had suddenly joined the movement. A new meme was underway, and this was right up my alley. As a member of Generation X, I’m certainly no baby boomer, but let’s just say I’m a little closer to that age demographic than I’d like to believe.

Putting on that LARPy hat was easy for me. I grew up around younger boomers who were teenage and college age when I was a child. My parents are older boomers with big families. Even some of my older cousins who were born in the early 60’s qualify as behavioral models to emulate.

It didn’t take long before I had created a convincing Facebook profile and had joined a legitimate boomer group to troll. Let the fun begin.

I’m going to tie this story together with Southern Nationalism in a moment. But first I want to say that while Boomer trolling is fun and you can learn a lot, despite their lack of self awareness and obliviousness to the destruction their generation is responsible for, they do tend to vote favorably to white interests. In fact, this movement would be DOA if not for the boomers anchoring the Trump vote. So tread lightly. We do not want them to mutiny in 2020. Besides, they are old and can do little more damage than they’ve already done.

With this in mind, I decided to take on the persona of a Vietnam vet and drop some light redpill material for the boomer audience to engage me with. One of my posts, which I knew was guaranteed to invite comments, was on “The Andy Griffith Show.” For you younger folks who may not be familiar, it was one of the most successful sitcoms of the 60’s and was set in fictitious rural small town of “Mayberry,” North Carolina. The main character was played by Andy Griffith, also of “Matlock” fame, a widowed Sheriff who had one deputy, a young son played by Apollo 13 director Ron Howard, a live-in nanny, and an assorted cast of folksy, simple, wholesome ruralites.

This show is enormously popular for boomers – southern boomers in particular. It is still commonly seen on syndicated rerun. My own mother could binge watch the show for days. If you are fluent on the themes of this classic show, you are sure to make fast friends of boomer aged southerners.

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The commentary on my Andy Griffith Show post went on for hours the morning I posted it, and went on until evening. That’s when I checked to review the comments – the comments were filled with nostalgia, favorite episodes and favorite characters. In my OP (internet slang for “Original Poster”), I had dropped some subtle redpills on how the times have changed – that the fictitious people of Mayberry were good wholesome folks who didn’t use drugs or indulge in urban street culture, women weren’t wearing tight yoga pants to church, no thugs wearing pants around their knees and no middle-aged trannies in the bathroom with young girls. Simpler times.

Those commenting on my post were mostly women, but replies were resoundingly nostalgic and in agreement. That is, until an old hippie feminist urbanite from California chimed in. Her profile gave good indications of her political leanings.

Her post was snarky and typical of her ilk: “You people do realize the show was a fictitious Hollywood production, right”? Jesus. If I wasn’t in character, I would have posted something equally snarky like, “Nothing gets by you there, does it honey”? But instead, I replied with something along the lines of that the town I grew up in was similar, in most of the wholesome and traditional qualities, to the fictitious Mayberry.

Ironically, even though I was born in the 70’s and came of age in the early 90s’, I can attest that many smaller southern towns around my childhood home were echoes of the past and objectively DID have those qualities. Even today, if you can get past the meth and heroine addictions in these remote communities, and the lack of good paying jobs, most rural white towns are still much the same. High trust, community familiarity, lower crime, church attendance, local gathering spots where people socialize, and the warm friendliness of the elderly and business people in and around town – those are still the hallmarks of the small communities in the rural South.

But, this woman was from California and claimed a degree from UCLA on her profile. Her age was late sixties, almost a guarantee that she identified (and likely still does) with the degenerate “free love” flower child culture of the mid to late 1960’s. When I engage with people politically, whether friend or foe, my purpose is to learn and gain insight. In her short little mock of my post and the replies it had received, I gained a world of insight that I wish to share.

The hippie movement of the 60’s was not as widespread as it is historically represented in the (((media))). Most boomers that you know were “normies” by 1960’s standards. They came from working class and often large families, many from rural areas. Many were lucky to graduate from high school. (Dropping out of high school was not as taboo then as it is now and was often necessary.) Most got married young and started a family and were thus oblivious to or indifferent toward liberal political activism. The hippie movement was an urbanite movement that centered around left leaning universities in states where leftism is still dominant – think California, New York, etc. with communes popping up in or near urban areas all over the country.

The South was not immune, but the “flower children” there tended to be runaways who left their affluent suburban homes and joined groups of other gypsy-like misfits. Numbers are almost impossible to come by, but I just Googled a Quora post that said approximately 1.7% of those of boomer age were involved in hippie counterculture. Many of these were “weekend” hippies more or less drawn to the movement as it became socially “cool.” Granted, hippie culture didn’t die in the 1960’s and lasted right on up until the late 70’s when punk and disco supplanted it. But that trend largely reflected the faddish nature that it had assumed.

But let’s get back to the boomer posting. I want to tie this all together by juxtaposing the normie boomers, especially ruralites, against this smug, liberal piece of trash.

Of course the posters who had replied to my trollbait realized that Mayberry was a fictitious town and that Barney Fife was really Don Knotts and that he never really shot himself in the foot. Ernest T Bass was not really the town lunatic and The Darlings were not really a hillbilly family always looking to marry off their baby sister to Andy. There was no filling station operated by Gomer Pyle or his cousin Goober.

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The reason ruralite baby boomers enjoyed the show and identified with the characters is because there was a little piece of real life rural Americana in every plot line, in every character and every misadventure. Everyone knew an “Aunt Bea,” a soft spoken, polite, slightly overweight older “spinster” who loved children but never married and enjoyed cooking and cleaning for her close family. Everyone knew a man like Otis who was prone to drink and cat around to get away from a nagging wife at home. Everyone knew the town barber because everyone kept their hair respectably short and neat.

These small rural towns did not have heroin or methamphetamine problems in the 1960’s, that came once the faddish nature of the hippie movement was pushed by the (((media))) through the new color television that was making its way into rural homes. Google “The Rural Purge” to learn more about the intentional cancellation of folksy television programming in the early 1970’s, even programs with high ratings. There were new cultural narratives to push and the hippie movement and television provided a vehicle to push them onto wholesome rural America.

Our old hippie friend from California demonstrated her disdain for rural people by her lack of understanding the connections that her rural boomer counterparts made with “Andy Griffith.” “It’s all Hollywood, it’s all make-believe. You idiots can’t honestly think that any of that is real can you!!??” was her smug response.

Well, I’m going to wrap this up by enthusiastically saying that yes, for many people of that generation Mayberry was very real. It was as real as the degenerate programming that modernity has thrust upon us. It was as real as the hypothetical sit-com starring a Jewish lesbian couple that just adopted two Somali children and found out one identifies as the opposite gender you may see on TV soon. It was as real as anything that Hollywood can cook up. But more importantly, it represented a vision of a real American town that people WANTED to live in. Even if their community had its issues, here was a fictitious town whose issues always ended up small and insignificant.

A timeless Anywhereville that represented the best America had to offer, not the worst. The 1960’s and 1970’s brought America its first tangible cancer cells that have finally metastasized. And this old hippie boomer is too ignorant and conceited to see the damage she’s helped to spread.

Let this adventure in boomerposting be a lesson in the power of memes. Memes are most powerful when they tap into both the logic and emotion centers of the brain. Certain (((folks))) have been doing that for a century now through an arsenal of media mechanisms. The hippie counterculture was literally memed into existence by the media. Pandora’s box can and MUST be shut through the power of alternative media and memes.


  1. There’s a reason (((they))) are always linguists and psychiatrists. Manipulation of the language and the mind of their host population is how these parasites survive.

    1. I live in a very small town in Nowheresville Northeastern North Carolina, Mr. Kendall, and Mayberry is more alive than dead, here.

      And, yes, Mr. Reynolds, Mayberry is not only just as real as Two lesbians adopting a child , nowadays, it was the rule of life in North Carolina, when I was a kid, in the 1960s, though, at that point ‘hyper-individualism’ and atheistick materialism’ was beginning to be seen, as you referred to as ‘a cancer’, that has now metastasized.

  2. Nice post. I was born in the 1980s, but I love Mayberry and Leave it to Beaver, and those are about the only shows I’ll let my kids watch. I’ve always pointed out that the novels of Anthony Trollope will soon be indispensable as a portrayal of what pre-Islamic England was like, lest we forget, and the Andy Griffith show is already becoming that for America. “Here kids, this is what your country used to be like before trannies and feminists!”