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So i just downloaded and watched Timothy Leary's movie: How to Operate Your Brain. Now I'm not saying I wish i had been born in the 40s or 50s so i could have experienced the SF acid wave of the 60s but i sure would have enjoyed the opportunity to play messiah to a bunch of deadheads. Nowadays you'd have to start some hokey apocalyptic cult to get even one thousandth the followers. And even then, who'd really respect you? Followers feeble minded enough to drink poison cool-aid in order to catch the comet express are nothing to be proud of. Now, on the other hand, an entire generation of escapists blowing their minds out their ears in an attempt to achieve some artificial, drug-induced, state of understanding, oneness and euphoria all while chasing some feeling or sensation, largely undescribable unless high, is something one can be proud of. That his movie, today, ammounts to nothing more than an antiquated visuals show with echoing gibberish overlapping means nothing to me. In fact, it makes his accomplishments even more impressive. + the guy argued before the supreme court that the mariuana tax act, by which he was convited and sentenced to 30 yrs in prison, required self-incrimination for one to comply with and was therefore unconstitutional. In other words he fought the law and the law lost! Go Timothy Leary you crazy dead mofo.