A Generation Of Indignant Butter-Butts
Many of the issues that our culture collectively wrings its hands over and wails about today, on a comprehensive scale, can be tied directly to the rise of the self-centered behemoth that is 'The Boomer Generation', its coming of age and the rise of it's influence on the Nation. This is not to say that I'm assigning all the ills and angsts of past, present and future to a single Generation; but I can't help but notice some patterns – in economics, in the arts, in legislative and regulatory enactments and practices, in educational standards and practices, health issues, societal 'norms', language, every and all aspects of day-to-day existence in our country - how our aggregate intellectual and physical standards (and we ALL whine about it no matter the side of the political fence) have steadily declined over the course of the last 35 years or so? How can there not be a correlation between the unraveling of what I'll call for the purposes of this topic, 'The American Dream' (you know, that idyllic place in our mass memories that looks stunningly similar to television in the 50's and 60's) and the entry into the workplaces and legislatures of the largest population spike in American history? This generation that loves to bombard us with the message that it changed the world through its collective identity based on revolution, defiance, imagination, (not innovation) the destruction and dismantling of institutions and traditions, that there are no 'rules', (and if there are they need to be changed to suit the wants and desires of the minority and the majority be damned) that has built it's philosophy on clever song lyrics and fictional characters from television and film than the historic record, that has placed a higher value on 'protest' than practice, revision over review, hubris over humility, rationalization over reason.
The generation that couldn't or wouldn't be bothered with the by-products of free love and living for the moment (what the marketing geniuses among you dubbed 'Generation X' because the brain trust around the board table couldn't scrape together enough letters to form a word) and is now in a staring contest with mortality and insisting that the children that they neglected or abandoned physically or emotionally is asking, no – demanding, that we foot the bill for their aberrant, short sighted, self-centered ways and means. It strikes me as somewhat of a cry to shelter them in a building that they worked so hard to destroy, have deemed the tools to do so too dangerous to work with and are insisting that if we would just do it their way (which got us into this mess to begin with) everything will be just fine. And while you're at it, refill my half empty glass before you get to work – we're terrified, waiting, and need to take the edge off.
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