Let’s face it. We Baby Boomers made a total hash of democracy, hoisting it aboard a runaway train of unfunded entitlement spending with the throttles on full. Then, rather than address the problem, we got the engineer and conductor brawling over how much the first class passengers should tip the porter. But despite the mess we made, we sure have held on to one important skill. Man, are we good at suckering the young into impoverishing themselves to pay for our folly.
Sure, we infantilized them right up into adulthood, making sure everyone got a ribbon, no one got bullied, and scheduling every moment of their young lives to deprive them of the time to question the wisdom we bestowed upon them. We showered them with electronics, taught them how to practice safe sex the moment they turned 12, signed them up for SAT prep courses, edited their college essays, and hovered over them — all to make sure they adjusted to life without us when they got to college.
In the process we turned them into docile entitlement piggy banks. In fact, we trained them so well that every time politicians ask for their support so they can be whacked with yet another lifetime financial burden designed to benefit their elders, their response is, “Thank you sir, may I have another!”
We load them up with college debt and then throw them into a job market that places little value on their liberal educations. “Thank you sir, may I have another!”
Though young and healthy, we demand that they pay the health insurance bills of the old and infirm. “Thank you sir, may I have another!”
We raid their paychecks to pay for decades of retirement for aging boomers who didn’t save enough to take care of themselves. “Thank you sir, may I have another!”
We clamor to raise the minimum wage to make sure that unskilled youth can’t compete with entrenched and experienced older workers. “Thank you sir, may I have another!”
We tell them to blame their woes on the 1 percent, and that they should vent out their frustrations by chanting slogans favoring policies that can only deliver them into a lifetime of servitude. “Thank you sir, may I have another!”