Ugh. Their hypocritical marriages, their ugly, spoiled children, their secret conservatism, their blatant selfishness, their erectile dysfunction and dry vaginas.
Please God, let them die so that others might live. I'm willing to sacrifice my own aging Gen X self via the hostile mob that in a rare Baby Boomer burst of energy will head for me and tear me apart for saying this....
"On Jan. 1, 2046, the hardiest members of that noisy, 78-million member club known as the Baby Boomers will be celebrating their 100th birthdays.
The very oldest boomers began turning 60 last year, and The Boomer Century: 1946-2046, a documentary to be broadcast tomorrow night on PBS, explores how life after 60 might look to the generation known for challenging authority and redefining everything from race relations to marriage.
Will the boomers quietly — and uncharacteristically — get off the stage and leave the messy questions about the environment and the social safety network to the youngsters?"
Link: The Boomer Century - PBS Documentary - New York Times.

Did Wit sneak a peek at Christopher Buckley's newest novel, Boomsday?
Buckley just reviewed the novel's core "Modest Proposal" tonight on public radio's Marketplace. Here is a fair synopsis offered by Buckley to an inquiry during a Washington Post chat session:
Posted by: Fortune's Pawn | Friday, March 30, 2007 at 09:24 PM
Dearest Wit,
I just know you didn’t mean to disrespect those sisters and brothers that have gone before you. Surely you’re not waiting for the death to Annie Lennox, Patti Smith, Tom Waits, Lou Reed, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Cyndi Lauper, Tina Turner, and so many others. The broad stroke is never useful, is it? Reserve the hatred for the unforgiven mother and the ineffective father. No, you are talking about the hypocritical marriage of those you know well. You are not talking about the relationships of truth and challenge, those that stepped out of the lines in struggle for some kind of honesty and integrity and continue the good fight. No, you are talking about the ugly children you grew up with, those petty materialist brats who feel so entitled to those fey pretty boys that will ridicule them in a few years.
Wit, I still love the good read and smart take on things you put up every day. But truth is, I’m really not cool with the broad stroke talking about my generation. Actually, I was surprised to hear it coming from you. It’s those cute pigtails and those pouty lips of yours.
"Just you wait until tomorrow" sweetheart.
Posted by: Rubysunshine | Monday, April 02, 2007 at 12:00 AM