The Hippies are Coming Redux

This is weird.

The previous President - I would hear his voice on the radio, and I'd start cursing, throw my shoes at the radio.

Our new Beloved President - I listen and take to heart everything he tells me.

So...

Last night, after my Telepath's rehearsal, I flicked on the Idiot Box and heard my Beloved tell me: "The party is over."

Uh oh.

I believe him.

Does this mean I should sell my electric guitar and take up whittling?

Are we all Amish now?