Patchouli warrior

According to Google, there are 427,000 web pages in the universe dedicated to patchouli. Damned spawn of Satan. What is it about patchouli that I so hate, you may ask? Go ahead. Ask. I dare you.

DO IT!

Fricking, stinking patchouli. Nasty Febreeze (only 5,970 links on Google) of the hippie-chic (again, according to Google, there are at least 8,169 bone-heads out there who need to pay more attention to their native language. I can tell this because they all have the nom-de-plume "hippie-chic" when what they really mean is "hippie-chick" [see definition number three]. There is one site out there that seems to sort of catch the subtle difference [one goes "peep," one goes "Praise Allah! {Did you know Allah has his own Web site? No kidding.}]. To bad it's

IMPOSSIBLE TO READ!

Anywho, I digress some. There's nothing inherently evil in patchouli. Just like a Glock. They're both just tools. One is used primarially to cover an individual's lack of showering skills; the other is used primarially to eradicate showering-skill-challeneged individuals, but only in Texas. The evil comes when someone misuses the tool. This begs the question: Are people inherently evil or are they basically good? Do they know when to apply the little pungent drops o rthe hot lead, or are they led into making poor choices by the (circle one: liberal | conservative) bias in today's (circle one: mainstream | alternative) media? Oh, drat. That whole let's-blame-it-on-the-media thing's already been done. I heard 24 times on NPR last Sunday morning. What ever will we do? Oh - I know! Let's take responsibility for making our own decisions.