Face it, Boomers are sooo passé.
The sooner they get ‘the pillow’ the better.

I agree and disagree, but, apparently, Stucky, so do you, AND I am biased based on my upbringing by Boomers (Gen-Xer). My mother spent most of my childhood with her nose scraping away at a book, like she wanted to be somewhere else, and my old man (long story) became a painkiller/amphetamine/coke addict and was the f*ng devil to live with. BUT for the first eight years or so, my childhood was golden, and to this day, I can say that and will cling to that. After that, not so much. BUT, this comment ain’t about me.

Boomers made some great technological advances. Personal computers and all that. The VCR. The VCR camera. Some of them made great movies and others wrote great books. Others made cheesy early 80’s porn WITH the VCR camera. They innovated the worst breast implants ever, for the cheesy VCR camera porn market, and, of course, Magnum PI. All boomers.

Boomers also got fed into the machine and chewed apart in Vietnam, which we can all agree was a travesty on all fronts (“Just say, ‘Defending freedom’ and everybody will godd*amn love it!” – LBJ) that crushed the individuality of the generation. Forced to “serve”, forced to kill and die for BS reasons that pretty much every honest person recognizes, the men – and they were f*cking men – of the Boomer generation faced the worst no-win situation in history, near as I can tell, and more than might admit it also realize that this particular police action – never an actual, “declared by Congress,” war – for the first time in all bankers’ wars, TRULY rendered their lives less valuable than gold. The gov and corporations chose gold. 58,000 men were killed but at least million died there, and they came home with PTSD and addictions and cancer from the defoliant called Agent Orange.

Boomers saw the deaths of more “heroes” than any generation EVER. JFK. RFK. Martin Luther King, Jr. Malcolm x (Say what you want about Malcolm X . . . he was a man and was man enough to admit that he was wrong in saying that all white people were bigots, which he did just before they executed him.), John Lennon. First time I ever saw my father cry was when we heard – just me and him, running errands about 10 a.m., the morning after the shooting (was a snow day for me) – that Lennon had been shot. 103.3 WKDF out of Nashville played “Imagine” – not in their typical rotation – and we sat in the truck in the town square and listened. He shook his head, like he was trying to shake off the blow, probably thinking about JFK, whose hand he shook when, as a candidate, he visited his Catholic school . . . about RFK, who was the last chance for justice that this country ever saw, and aware people KNEW IT . . . about MLK Jr . . . my father was the least prejudiced person I knew at the time, and where I grew up, we were surrounded by bigots, some innocent, others not so much . . . I was seven (still in that golden period), when his addictions were taking hold. He shook his head, wiped his cheeks, and said, “He was a peaceful man.”

Never has a generation ever identified fascism, called it out, and protested against it like the Boomers did, and never has a generation had it shoved down their throats quite like the Boomers have, either. KENT STATE is proof, and some of us who follow you will remember forever: if Vietnam was not proof that the government does not give a f*ck about humanity, KENT STATE surely is. OBEY or DIE.

So, some of the hippies became Yuppies and rode the system to comfortable wealth, to generational wealth, in many cases, and hoo-rah for it. Some conformed, and took government jobs, became true sell-outs and loved the propaganda. But most did not. I know because all of the bosses that I’ve had who really mattered, who really shared wisdom and technical skills, who gave their hearts and soul for their work and for their “guys”- like me – were Boomers. I realize that many Boomers had the same ethos as the WWII generation, of their fathers, and my grandfather was a bad SOB. I can say the same for many boomers, and do, and will. They were as alienated (if not moreso) than any generation since the Civil War, and they stood and did and created and built; they sweated, turned the skin of their hands to callouses and they walked the walk, near as I can tell, and, given all of the excuses they might have picked to justify their failure, many – most – of them did not; God bless them for it.

For a long time, I didn’t see with the eyes that I have now. I have blamed boomers more for stuff that boomers were born into than for what boomers actually did (or didn’t do). I appreciate the struggles, the burdens you carried, and understand that you were the first to see that your country was being stolen by powers beyond your ability to fight; that is, you became the first generation EVER who became strangers in your own country, because it was pilfered, taken, grifted from you, and everything that has happened since MAY be a consequence, but the problem, at the root, started before YOU were born, which means . . . it is not YOUR fault, not your doing; most of you did the best you could, and for those who didn’t . . . well . . . screw those guys. They are not worth the salt in the sweat and blood of the Boomer Generation as a whole. At least, that’s my opinion.

So I raise my glass to you guys. And, well, now that I think about it, maybe BECAUSE of you guys (haha) . . . regardless, I used to think I was alienated from you, but, no, I am alienated LIKE you. I am more like you, and more like your fathers, than I am like the sonsofbitches who have sold all of us out. And maybe we are watching the end of the world as we know it, with our gardens and lead-and-brass and 300 yard dial-ins and secret stashes of provisions . . . but as far as I am concerned, I’m in pretty good company, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

And . . . disco will ALWAYS suck.