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MY P-P-P-PITIFUL GENERATION

I consider "MY" generation to be five years either side of my age- 51-61. This bunch, I'm sorry to say, is in charge. And it is this generation, who has royally fucked up the post 9/11 oportunity to make U.S. right with the world. Given the small amount of perspective my age affords me, plus knowing a good many old timers, I know from what I speak. Money has gotten us in this bloodthirsty mess. But money won't get us out. It's like we're riding one of those centrifugal force machines and the faster you go the less you see. But all the change drops out of your pockets, when the floor falls away.
The post-hippie, pre-punk niche that W and I fall into is a sort of cultural vacum that history has never paid much attention to. There's no defining identity, so there never seems to be a generational mindset onto which one can assess blame. We run amok with no consequences. Wars. Financial disaster. Torture- a matter of policy. Masters of what?
I am ashamed of this bunch. Do I not have some sense of responsibility for my peers? No, I don't think so. When anyone who had a pulse could get a mortgage at a low rate, would any bank give me a loan? No. I am not now, nor have I ever been part of this system and I thank them for not letting me play. I have no credit. I also have no debt. I manage just fine.
Tonight I called the old man to get his 2 cents. He, said he made two mistakes in his life. One was re-enlisting in the Navy during the Korean War. And another was moving from a samll town, empathetic, basically honest culture, to a more cut throat, greedy, urban/suburban culture. My whole life, I never realized that. Everything revolves around trust. He said he had no trust in this government. The whole bunch had let him down also. That DID make me feel like apologizing for my pitiful generation.

KERN SHOW

THE APPEARANCE OF THE UPSIDEDOWN ,SCOWLING SATAN (CONTINUED)

So after talking to the old timer, he assured me it wasn't his son's doing. He said his son was a sweetheart and would never paint this thing. He said it was probably the wife and her boyfriend. Boyfriend? Then he went on about that. I didn't want to know. What I did know is that fucking pentagram was in my face and I DID NOT like it one bit. I worked until 3:30 then came home. Do I starting packing to work? You know, I try to be a good neighbor. So who better to vent to than Good Neighbor John about all this. At 4:30 he was sound asleep. I woke him up and went on a tear, showing him a picture of the thing on my camera. In typical yawny tones he didn't know what the fuss was about. That just twisted me up more. He was absolutely no help.
I came home and luckily Shewho called. I didn't want to tell her about the whole mess. All I wanted to do was discuss her role as Candy, but I felt obligated. Shewho's the bank. In typical form she took it in stride, leaving it to me to thresh out.

Hunting season is coming. Turkey opens on Oct. first. A little reminder to the supermodels- book early. Rut's coming.