It’s not like I need much of an excuse to launch into a mildly-irrational tirade about the Baby Boomers and their moronically simplistic, self-serving, solipsistic disaster of a…. oh, yeah, I’m being redundant. Sorry, I meant to say: “Baby Boomers.”
Oh. You’ve never heard me on this subject? You’re curious as to what I have against this generation? Really? Got five hours and a Haz-Mat suit?
But even I must kowtow and abase myself, for Lileks has now set The Gold Standard of Baby-Boomer Thrashing.
Somehow they find the fact that their Old Man lied about Santa Claus – lied, man, stood there and lied with a big old smile on his big old face, dig it – is a piercing insight to the machinations of adulthood.
And that’s just a toss-off line. I won’t spoil the rest. I might frame it, though.
If you too want to throw up every time you hear somebody take mindless slogans like “don’t trust anybody over 30,” “Bake sales to build bombers,” or “Flower Power” seriously… you might just want to click that link.
But put your coffee down first. Just sayin’.