Those Were The Good Old Days!

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For over three quarters of a century I have been a "watcher." I watched carefully as my parents' generation survived trials and tribulations, watched how they raised their kids during a devastating depression, through wartime, through good times and bad.

I watched and participated as my generation moved through the chairs, applying the principals our parents had taught us, putting them to use as we took the reins of private industry and assumed this nation's political leadership.

I watched how we raised our own children--the generation dubbed "Baby Boomers," loved them, spoiled them, indulged them and attempted to morally and intellectually prepare them for their eventual roles in a nation filled with the promise of health, prosperity and, hopefully, everlasting peace.

I watched as, during the 1960s, the flower children and acid-heads and hippies tried to destroy the moral fiber of America ... and nearly succeeded. I continued to watch as those same confrontational misfits slowly turned gray at the temples and began assimilating into adult society, tainting it with an alien character that was anathema to the nation I knew growing up.

We turned over to this "Boomer" generation an America that, while not perfect, was relatively safe from harm, the world's leader in almost everything that stood for good. I have watched as in four decades they have led us to the brink of a world war, to an all-time high in domestic crime, to a new generation of sexual fantasies and drug addiction, to a society of slack morals and hedonism and anti-nationalism, to an apologetic stance in world affairs, to an America that has lost the respect of the rest of the world, to an America that lets foreign powers kick sand in our faces, then says we're sorry. Their liberal legions have allowed our borders to be breached and the invaders welcomed in some misguided attempt at atonement for God-knows-what.

My generation brought the Boomers into this world and, since birth control cannot be made retroactive, there is little we can do about it. The frustrations are overwhelming.

God help my America.

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