Poetically Stated

Mark Shea:

Bill and Hill: Generation Narcissus America in Chemical Purity

Watching these self-absorbed, deeply corrupt dynamos of selfishness being dragged across the carpet by sweaty, nervous Dems who just want them to go is practically the only joy--and even that is a dark joy--of this whole train wreck of an election.

In my grimmer moods, I sometimes think I see a foreshadow of the coming battle between my Generation to suck the teat of eternal youth for as long as technology allows us to continue our relentless love of MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEE!!!! Pitted against us will be the fresh faces of Gen X, singing about Change and Hope while they slowly, inexorably, pin us down, insert the needle in the vein and sing about the coming dawn as the Quietus takes effect and our shouts of anger and self-pity drift off into a murmur of "I meant well" before our hearts finally stop beating.

The sigh of relief and the burden of guilt will pass to Gen X. Hope they can do better, but original sin is mighty sticky stuff.