That’s definitely gonna leave a mark.
No one, since the literal creation of Man, has accepted “but the Devil made me do it” as an excuse. No one forced you to reject your history, your traditions, your nation, and your ancestors. No one made you neglect your children and your grandchildren. No one forced you to go into debt and eat the seed corn.
You did those things. No one did them for you or to you. You were presented with more freedom than nearly any other generation in human history and you freely chose to be wicked. You created the “latchkey children”. You failed to pass on a functional society. You failed to pass on the knowledge that your fathers passed on to you. You planted no trees. You strip-mined the economy. You left your wives, and left your husbands, and you shattered your families, simply because no one forcibly stopped you. And if anyone tried to convince you otherwise, you dismissed them as fascists and religious freaks.
So don’t blame your parents, society, the Jews, Vietnam, the black community, the communists, Kondratiev waves, or anything else. None of your excuses matter and none of them will be accepted by anyone. The more you defend yourself, the more you will be despised by the younger generations and the generations still to come. You’re not sexy, you’re not cool, and the Beatles will be forgotten about five minutes after the last Boomer dies. Seventy is not the new twenty.
You will never be forgiven because you will never repent of your wickedness. So, eat, drink, and be merry today, for the Day of the Pillow is coming.
I’m a tail-end Boomer myself, but I ain’t gonna argue. I’ve long thought of my parents’ generation as the last to really, truly GET the civilizational values America That Was had rested upon: the creation and nurturing of families, neighborhoods, stability, and general prosperity. The modest aspirations of decent men and women—a little plot of land and a home of their own; the right to have some say in how they were governed; a fair salary for an honest day’s work; a non-intrusive government that kept the peace but otherwise left them mostly alone—were the essential ingredients that went into making the most successful nation-state in history.
That generation was the last to either understand or care about how a healthy, fulfilling life in a generally free society might be properly built and maintained. Such things don’t happen by accident, and are neither cheap nor easy. Our problem today is that succeeding generations have been intentionally misled into regarding the blessings of liberty as not worth the effort or cost—those who don’t think of that long-gone nation as literally, incontrovertibly evil, that is—and so-smugly believe themselves to be the moral and intellectual betters of any who do not.
Sure, the Boomers went astray, and badly. But their progeny have gone right off the road and into a deep, deep ditch, wrecking something rare and precious beyond all hope of repair. The important thing now is not to point fingers and assign blame, but to somehow crawl from the wreckage and find a way back home.