Always Late To The Feast

     The thing about having been born at the tail end of the post WW II Baby Boom is that you keep showing up after the main bulk of Boomers have already pillaged, and you keep hearing, "Oh, we used to have that," "Oh, they did a lot of those once," "They wore that thing out and it wasn't worth fixing," "Yeah, that was a big deal ten years ago...."

     It gets tiring.  Now they're wanting to start a civil war as my golden years begin, because they're all set and they're feeling bored with that "taking care of the planet" and "the United States is a multiracial creedal republic that embraces a wide range of cultural expressions" stuff and they want to check out the exciting, bloody awfulness they remember from old movies and the elder relatives of their youth.  The Boomers don't care -- they'll be dead or buzzing on dementia's final high before the rubble stops bouncing.  They'll destroy the village in order to save it and once again, it'll be my in-between generation left with the mess.

     Thanks, loads, really.