Recently, I realized what my greatest disappointment of all really is right now, and that is at my own generation, the Elder Millennials, or whatever we call ourselves this week. We were supposed to be the generation who saved the world. And we had every chance to do so, and we blew it big time. No wonder we look like we haven't aged very much if at all: just like vampires, we sold our souls long ago.
We failed to stop the Bush/Cheney warmongering. We let the once-promising Occupy movement fall by the wayside. We failed to stop Trump the first time. We fell for the Covid lockdown, mask, and jab nonsense and leaned heavily into it, instead of either adopting the "flu strategy" or perhaps grounding only our parents and grandparents for a brief time as we built herd immunity, which would have saved far more lives in the long run. We couldn't wait to throw younger Millennials, Gen Z, and Gen Alpha under the bus, because "I got mine, screw everyone else". And now, the majority of us either voted for Trump or third party or not at all, in part because we didn't have the intestinal fortitude to demand years ago that the mainstream Democrats do better.
Oh, and the world is on fire too, both literally and metaphorically. And also metaphysically.
And then we have the GALL to blame it all on our Boomer parents? Well, the apple sure didn't fall far from the tree!
So to any younger generations reading this, or who will read this in the future, I sincerely apologize for what my generation did and failed to do. What a "wonderful" world you will be inheriting.
Will future generations ever forgive us? Because that would be a pretty tall order!