I'd say Boomers qualify up to 1969.
1). Boomers were draft-eligible for Vietnam. And already poisoned such that SAT scores fell off a cliff the year they first entered college.
Means that born post-1954: not a Boomer in the sense that matters.
2). The baby boom peak was 1957. Means that the worst recession since the Great Depression ruined your chances out the gate circa 1980. With a gigantic cohort scrambling for the same. Wages have since fallen 50%. This got that momentum rolling. Costs go up, but income flat-lined.
Everyone who earlier escaped into the adult world was able to take advantage of EVERY program public or private to leverage earnings/savings/learning before The Deluge. (The 1946-1954 group). As after 1980 only the top .01% saw earnings rise, taxes drop, and the invasion of Third World incompetentcy (thank you, Ronnie Reagan!!) as American companies & institutions were butchered to benefit that class.
3). What’s worth knowing about this idea of generations is the stupidity of anyone who believes it. Divide & Conquer. The Generation Gap. Etc. You, your father and grandfathers aren’t divided.
Your fortunes are tied to the welfare of your family. Wealth of any type builds across generations. “Inheritance” as to money is for Jews. Crass assholes with naught but this earth. And the mission to never work without the goal of parasitizing the efforts of others. Your wealth was knowledge acquired by learning to think. To build. To war. To multiply. Creativity, your birthright.
That, in a home that featured that do-it-all percussive instrument, a piano. Were you a tenor? A baritone? A bass? And on what instruments did you train? Woodwinds? Brass? Strings?
Does heaven or hell hear the coins clink? ‘Tis music that reaches heaven. Your real home. A duet with your sisters is what the sacrifices your grandparents made lit that stairway for them in hearing you. As they faded, the Glory of the West sang. Each stair step. (None else have this creativity at play).
Gen X or Y or Z is stating divisions which don’t exist. Fried dogshit on a bun isn’t a different menu choice where secret sauce vs jalapeños is the difference “you” (whomever) is postulating.
Throw out the TV. Choosing to be crippled is unseemly.
Next up:
the Kardashians!
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