![]() Just as long as we keep in mind that the Brontosaurus, we now know, was nothing more than a big paleontologist fuck up–the misassembled and amalgamated remains of other great lizards. Take a hit of that glorious vision, friends. This is for those of you who, like me, need a vision of that mighty Boomer Brontosaurus keelin’ over for good-and the furry little dino-eating Repenomamuses scurrying across all the corpses to claim the planet once and for all. The one who gets his or her rocks off to visions of a glorious Boomer-hegemonic extinction, like those old claymation movies of dinosaurs getting nuked by meteor-fire. ![]() So if you want to screech about the trappings of generational politics and the careless demonization of everyone born in a twenty-year stretch in one particular country, fine. Most of it reads like a debriefing after a recon mission-you can feel them sizing us up, drawing up blueprints for the generational counterrevolution that we’re living through right now. Peterson’s, the octogenarian billionaire who has spent the last couple of decades trying to kick over the Social Security ladder before us young’ns can scamper up and collect. One of the authors of that book is a former writing partner of Pete G. And to be fair, it’s mostly thinktank types who’ve been profiting off that whole Millennials Rising genre. ![]() Fit for netroots liberals and horoscope clippers, maybe. “I wouldn’t want to be twenty-years-old now.
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