They are fortunate that hard times have not fallen on them yet, so they relish in their "feelings" - they have that luxury - until that time, that time that cold hard reality shoves it straight up their collective asses repeatedly.

I will watch their tears, and I will spill their blood, and I will haunt their souls.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

Seriously, what we have is a situation where us "Baby Boomers" sort of dropped the ball. We gave our kids too much and they in turn gave our grandchildren everything. So now we have a spoiled generation of kids who have never heard the word no and received participation trophies for everything.

The first small dose of reality hits them and they go all to hell.

I'm not saying all "Baby Boomers", mind you, just a hell of a lot of them. Me and my two brothers all volunteered for military service. One brother called home after two days in Navy boot camp and told the Ol' Man that he wanted out of there...it was too tough. Dad told him he'd best suck it up and keep going.

Electric mower? With gloves on? That's girlie stuff.

Why in the world would he use gloves to mow the yard?

No doubt he has the ear buds in and when he hits that foreign object the kid left in the yard he'll never hear it, nor the broken window in it's trajectory.

The young don't read history, learn history or see modern day Venezuela, Argentina, Cuba or any other third world socialist shit hole as the ultimate result of their desire for equality for all. Equal in abject poverty isn't saying much for "equality". I've seen real poverty first hand in the provinces on three continents, and it does not look anything like the overweight folks I see at Wal-Mart.

Sorry, but I concede that at 50 I do not like additional age spots on my hands. I wear gloves too, but I wouldn't be caught dead with an electric lawn mower. I have plenty of tinnitus from my youthful lawn mowing business (and maybe a couple of gunshots).

Thanks Gerard. Question for you- how many of your contemporaries, of the crowd you belonged to say, 20 years ago, have awoken from their slumber? As a percent- is it 5%, 20%, or are you among the few, that some how broke the chains of indoctrination, of group think.

Sometimes I wonder about the NPR crowd, for example. How can so many be so clueless?

“When an opponent declares, ‘I will not come over to your side,’ I calmly say, ‘Your child belongs to us already…
What are you? You will pass on. Your descendants, however, now stand in the new camp.
In a short time they will know nothing else but this new community.’“ - Adolf Hitler

It should come as a surprise to nobody that the socialists have been working since the sixties to capture the youth.

The baby boomers have been indoctrinated by The Beatles. The Fab Four. Yoko Ono was assigned to keep the working class boys in line and you must admit, she did her work well. John Lennon was the weak link. Imagine ... Love Is All You Need ... Seeds sewn in fertile soil, smoke a little dope and cuss "The Man".

One of the first examples of 4GW (fourth generation warfare) separated children from the morals and values of their parents.
Archie Bunker was the epitome of working class America, written to be a lovable but oh so uncool parent. Anything our parents did we will damn sure not do.

"...separated children from the morals and values of their parents."
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That's it right there Chas, sort of.
None of that Beatles, Yoko stuff matters.
I've listened to thousands of old songs and smoked tons of weed and it's doubtful there are many freedomists more adamant than I.

The PARENTS of the children are the ones that have actively assisted the power brokers (PB=politicians) in destroying what was the greatest country on the planet.

Parents can't destroy the country, only politicians can do that. Now, almost all the politicians are weak sissies, made that way by their weak, sissy parents.

The politicians are the disease that has infected this country that now suffers horribly, and probably cannot be cured without massive evisceration of the gangrenous material.

With their last gurgling breath they will still refuse to see.

When I see "progressive", I think of cancer cells multiplying and killing their host.

The only thing I will do, voluntarily, is pay my taxes and eventually die. In the interim between my birth and my death, any marxist that rises to power in this country can be damned certain that I will not obey, concede or refuse to fight them on whatever level is available.

And I'm certainly not afraid to serve my disobedience up with as much accurate return fire that I can muster.