People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
—My Generation by the Who
Tom Brokaw wrote a book about the World War II generation entitled, The Greatest Generation. The book heralded the valor and patriotism of those resilient men and women.
Brokaw celebrates the courageous men who headed off to war enthusiastically. He also honors the women, the wives who kept the home fires burning and those other women who ran the factories.
With the end of World War II, these brave souls built up America. With optimism into the stratosphere, the Greatest Generation had unprecedented number of children, the so called “Baby Boomers.” Amidst all of this connubial bliss, thousands of new housing tracts, as well as new businesses and stores, dotted the horizon.
Brokaw also waxes rhapsodic about the moral character of these men and women. The vast majority remained virgins until they married. It would never occur to a man to disrespect a girl on a date by trying to grope her — much less (heaven forbid) coerce her into bed. Drugs: Nonexistent. Crime: Almost unheard of. Alcohol: Minimal or social. This was a storied time in American history, made possible by the integrity and hard work of the Greatest Generation.
I agree with Brokaw’s premise; that the 1940s and 50s were an incredibly special time in history. (Of course, the elites have now spread lies by deconstructing the time as some sort of sexist, racist wasteland.)
I have another supposition to assert, however. In contrast to the Greatest Generation, my generation (the Baby Boomers) were and are still the worst generation. The worst — most selfish, adolescent, ungrateful of all the generations that ever existed since the beginning of mankind.
There are, of course, exceptions to the rule. If you’re a nice Baby Boomer lady or gent who raised up a brood of children, stayed in your committed marriage, and now are happily babysitting grandchildren, you are a lovely exception. But, for the most part, My Generation is a sorry spectacle.
Many Boomers had children halfheartedly, with a guy or gal they barely knew. Some married, only to split up when they weren’t “feeling it anymore.” Thus, they exposed their children to the truly disturbing experience of their mom and/or dad necking with some new partner. Or the Boomer forced the kiddies into trying to forge a new family with other people’s children.
Of course, the unpleasant scenarios were endless given this unprecedented number of divorces. The abandoned parent may spend most of the time depressed and crying, while the no-longer-a-child has to caregive, entertain, and befriend the lonely spouse. Perhaps a parent has to work all the time to make up for the lost income. Gone are family dinners, consistent rituals, and joyful and relaxed Thanksgivings and Christmases. And then, of course, there are the horribly conflictual divorces, with years of traumatic litigation.
Other debacles: some parents ran off to live on communes, with children in tow or leaving them with who-knows-who. Other parents joined weird cults, dragged children to political meetings and protests, or headed off to India or to graduate school.
Tragically, in all of these cases, the child wasn’t the priority. The youngster became a casualty to this supposed freedom and free love. From all of this, the child learns some dark lessons: relationships are disposable, even if solemn vows are made. If it feels good, do it. . .if not, don’t bother. And: adults cannot be trusted; relationships are dangerous; and marriages are not permanent.
Even many of those Boomer couples who stayed together did their share of harm. They rejected the religion of their families, raising their children without God. Instead, parents embraced liberalism as their Gospel.
They taught their offspring to question authority, to stand up for their “rights,” and to remember the condoms when they went out on a date. Some Boomers even sat around smoking joints with their teenagers.
As I said, the Worst Generation Ever.
Now you might think I’m being too harsh on the Boomers. Clearly, they were heavily influenced by the cultural engineering that pummeled the nation starting in 60s. Nefarious types, such as the Frankfurt School, conjured up all kinds of sinister ideas: from the destruction of the male, to saturating the West with promiscuity and drugs. The first to come up with the idea of sex education in the schools? The Frankfurt School. (1)
So all of that psychedelic, lascivious, druggie music didn’t just emerge out of the blue. Same for the so-called spontaneous outpouring of national riots and protests. Thus, it is true: My Generation was thoroughly brainwashed.
But what’s the excuse now? From what I can see, many Boomers are still behaving like revolutionaries and rebels. Studies show that the Boomers’ drinking is off the charts — same for their marijuana use. With marijuana now legal in California, etc., the old folks have an excuse to continually relive their younger years.
And there is a serious dearth of patriotism among many of the Boomers. Rather than feel grateful for all of their blessings, Boomers are angry at the United States and “Resist.”
See that’s the biggest problem with My Generation. It’s not just how they were; it’s how they are now. Many just haven’t — and won’t — grow up. They don’t just resist the government but being society’s elders.
In Robert Bly’s book, The Sibling Generation, he identified the problem. He wrote that Boomers don’t want to become adults. For instance, they have sibling-like relationships with their children.
According to Bly and others, My Generation are trying to maintain the illusion that they are still l6. Wearing their baseball caps on backwards and old concert t-shirts, you can see them heading out to Grateful Dead concerts.
Speaking of death, this is probably the elephant in the room for most Boomers. Having rejected the religion of the Greatest Generation, they have nothing to hold onto.
Terrified of death, they grasp onto pleasure, trying to live life to the fullest while they can. They go trekking to India or Vietnam or Africa; they meditate and travel to ashrams. And porn — don’t get me started on that one. It’s not just the young men who are destroying their brains (and their relationships) with that garbage.
My opinion: My Generation need to face reality. They are not young anymore. Maybe it’s not that bad being old.
Despite the idolizing of youth, our culture desperately needs grown-ups. And the young need healthy role models of how to grow old with dignity.
The truth is that all of us, young and old, will die some day. And before that time, we will age and become increasingly less able-bodied. This is the nature of life.
My biggest suggestion to Boomers is this: Don’t focus on your next trip to Bali. Instead, get your relationship to God in order. None of us know when our time is up.
If My Generation doesn’t face up to the realities of life now, while they can, they’ll have a major wake-up call at the very end. And then they will no longer be able to resist.
1. The Frankfurt School was a multidisciplinary group of Jewish, Marxist intellectuals in Germany. Their expertise included psychology, sociology, and anthropology, and they used these to plot the moral destruction of the West. They were kicked out of Germany by Hitler, and they sought refuge in the United States. Several became professors at the University of California, Berkeley, as well as Columbia University in New York.