| | You ruined everything.
I don't really have time to get into all the stuff I've been thinking
lately (since school has finally tapered off, I've been able to read
actual books for the first time in a while, hence the increase in
thought production), but one thing seems clear enough to print: fuck
you, boomer liberals. Apparently, my whole life will be the shoulder
that bears your cross.
Yeah, Civil Rights were hell of important, I don't take that for
granted. But what are you gonna do now that they're rolling back all
your abortion/AfAction/anti-corporate/pro-environment/SS/healthcare/1st
Amendment legislation? All you did was make laws. You didn't change a
single person's mind. The only Democrats who have tried to do that
since after conservatives realized how dangerous another New Deal could
be were MLK Jr. and JFK, and they both got shot. No one after that has
even needed to be actually shot,
like they were, because no one has posed as much of a threat. Why
sniper a guy like Murtha when all you've gotta do is look at him funny
and he's done for? People who stand alone are easy targets to pick off,
and Democrats who take a stand always seem to be alone these days.
Shooting donkeys in a barrel is our new national pastime. You let it
happen, boomers. I pray that you atone before you die. And that better
be quick, since everyone you ever thought didn't matter is
now a member of the Pentecostal church and is pretty sure that judgment
day's coming up faster than you think. Smoke if you got 'em, I guess.
I don't mean to be harsh. It's not right to yell at your elders anyway.
I suppose all I really can do is sigh while you crank up the volume on
your Peter, Paul, & Mary remastered CD almost, but not quite, to
the extent that it drowns out the pffssssssssssing sound of you popping
the tab on another can of Coors™, and then I will shake my head and try
to appreciate the irony that is your entire generation in a way that
only an English major can do. Thank God your money bought my degree,
people, because seriously I am going to need that shit in order to deal
with you. None but English majors are so well suited to inheriting the
ravaged, blasted political landscape that, like the mighty buffalo, you
once roamed in numbers we all thought were too great to ever wane. We
were wrong. At my commencement ceremony last Sunday, a series of inane
and boring speakers impressed two points upon the audience of young,
mostly white, upper-middle class graduates and their boomer parents: 1.
Intellectually, English majors are best cut out for "believing the
impossible"; 2. professionally, English majors are best cut out for
"washing dishes or picking up trash along highways."
Lucky me that irrational optimism and the ability to clean up other
peoples' messes are the two most important skills that can belong to a
young Democrat in post-boomer America.
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