I wrote this in the depths of the Obama presidency, which accounts for its dolorous tone.
My Generation Ruined America
Count yourself lucky if you’re too young to remember the late 60s-early 70s, the Age of Hippies. My generation. Hot dog. Look what we did to this country. It’s a wonder there’s anything left of it.
Democrats will use the coronavirus panic to try to finish us off for good, replace America with some third-world socialist hell-hole ruled in perpetuity by themselves. They’ve been rooting for three years for the economy to collapse, and now they’ve got what they wanted.
But they couldn’t have done it without us, the Baby Boomers.
We ruined this country.
This was written before the American people, in 2016, shook themselves out of a trance and elected Donald Trump president. Yeah, I know–a few of you will say that’s a terrible thing to say. I guess you wanted Hillary. Or some other business-as-usual nothing politician from the Swamp.
Yes, my generation has a lot to answer for. Maybe our fathers made it too easy for us. Worked too hard for us to have those things they missed.
But there are signs the people might be waking up. The Far Left’s magical misery tour may be nearing the end of the line.
Pray God it’s so.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever get used to hearing people assert that sexual gratification, in whatever form it takes, is the supreme virtue. I hear it a lot, but can’t get used to it.
This is the legacy of my generation, the Baby Boomers, the rock-heads who made the Sixties rock. This is what we’ve left to mark our passing: a whole collection of “rights” to abortion, public lewdness, sodomy, sexual mutilation, adultery, “transgender” whatever–with quite a lot of drug use thrown in. This is what we picked up in college in 1969. We brought it out with us, and now the world’s rotten with it.
It doesn’t stop there, although “there” is surely bad enough. As Our Lord Jesus Christ warned us, if we remain faithful to Him, the world will hate us for His sake. And it does. That, too, is hard to get used to–being hated and reviled for remaining true to moral laws and standards handed down by God and unchanged for thousands of years. But many of my generation have learned to cast away, in an instant, anything they might have been raised to believe in. Most of us want to be cool. We crave the world’s approval. This, too, we learned in school and college, and from television.
So we pray to God to intervene in history, and save us, and revive us, once again, and to make us strong to endure throughout this evil age. This fallen world has passed through worse. The two world wars were worse. By God’s grace, and according to Christ’s promise, His church is still here.
May He find us at our posts when He returns.