I trust everyone had a good Yuletide. Except for a bout of an intestinal bug, I did as well.
I’d have liked to have started the New Year with an essay about something momentous but instead, I want to get a few last licks in about our decrepit culture.
We know that the election of Donald Trump has caused paroxysms of rage. But there’s a reason for that. And I believe it’s because younger people have been molly-coddled beyond all reasonable bounds of propriety. Having said that, there’s nothing like a little mockery every now and then to put the Crybullies into place.
Now, I know that it’s the wont of every generation to look down on the next. I felt the sting of my father’s disapproval more than a few times growing up. And it was deserved. Unlike my father, who had to trap rabbits as a young boy in order to provide for his family in war-ravaged Greece, I never knew a hungry day in my life.
And of course we were rebellious. We demanded to grow our hair long and viewed it as a crime against humanity if we were deprived of his precious right. I’ll never forget watching The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show, you’d have thought by my dad’s and grandpa’s reactions that the world had turned upside down. We never realized how good we had it. Whenever the older generation threw the Depression in our face (or Guadalcanal), we knew we were wrong but we still resented it. Their hardness in the presence of tribulation was a just rebuke to us. There was no way we could compete.
But compared to this generation? Omigod! These people are beyond contempt. They make us Baby Boomers look like titans. These weaklings would’ve fainted during a panty raid. They get “triggered” every time somebody points anything that offends their silly little pieties, even obvious realities.
I imagine that the Lord in His mercy will send a cataclysm which will restore the proper balance of things soon enough. Think of it as Cosmic Darwinism.
Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful year!