The story of the 1968 “Fuck the Draft” poster
Oh how the internet has changed things.  We are so much better off now than we were back then.  Information then was totally controlled by the network and newspapers.  No such thing as mass optional news sources.  Like blogs.  Or videos. Or direct contact with author.<p>This poster time warped me.  Recalling my father saying while at the wheel of our Impala, "Look at that girl," to upset my older sibling.  The boy had long hair like in the picture.<p>Teens and young adults died in a war.  The news machine was all citizens had.  I suppose you could say it was all fake news to some point but we never new any different.  The draft was a ticket to potential death.<p>Now, anyone with a keyboard can publish anything and anyone with a phone can read it.  No more Walter Cronkite or NYTimes to dish out news in a manner they believed was fit.<p>Growing up in a midwestern university town life meant you believed your happily married parents;  They were conservative.  Voices that disagreed had to be sought out. And it was very hard to do so.  Like if you really didn't believe in the war or wanted to learn more.  Where could you get it?  Look, Life, Time, Newsweek?  The Library?  All forces with editors.<p>Now, we don't need them.  We have Facebook to get others' thoughts; we have email to direct connect;  we have web pages of groups positions; we can meet virtually.  Want to know history, Google is my personal librarian.