old hippies make me wince. As a child of a hippy (who served in Nam) I am supposed to like Pete Seeger. I hate Pete Seeger.
At the same time, I revel in the fact that Republicans across the country are terrified, disgusted, humiliated, and saddened by this bold display of folk idealism and unapologetic embracing of the peaceniks. I also wish I could see them weep when Garth Brooks started playing. "Garth? NOOOOO"
George Lucas sings along with a nearby black lady, thus giving us all an indestructible swell of hope. "No hard feelings about Jar Jar," says the lady's joyful demeanor. "I voted for Obama to make up for it," says Lucas. "Now sing with me some more!" "No, that is enough."