I was laid off early last year from what had originally promised to be a rewarding, long-term opportunity with a Washington-area cable network.
I blogged at the time about America’s systemic dysfunction and lack of strategic focus indirectly leading to my dismissal, suggesting our new president go around Congress’s pathological lethargy in his first year by way of articulating a new vision for We The People to get behind and challenging us to ensure our representatives actually made it happen.
President Obama didn’t go that route, though I still get regular fund-raising emails from Organizing for America in support of vague tactical goals. Barack doubled down on the United States legislature as a means to deliver his winning strategy of change, despite the historic inability of that body to deliver anything of note without massive and sustained public protest.
I am in a better gig this year with more visibility and greater responsibility at a landmark Washington DC institution but little else in this city has changed for the better as far as I can tell.
I have taken to letting sleeping dogs lie most days, but when they sniff around my blog howling about discussions long past to refute points I never made, I am left with little choice than to offer my actual opinions on the “specter” unearthed. In case you didn’t follow the link and read the absurd conversation that followed, I am speaking of the jagged dividing line between Baby Boomers and everyone else in America, including themselves.
Yes. I said it. I am not the first person to do so.
Many Boomers – including my parents – wax nostalgically about the missed opportunities of a fractured generation who took the downward spiral of cultural warfare and civic disengagement and commercial exploitation to ridiculous extremes with predictable ends. We see the continuing trend here at TPM, in conversations between staunch liberal compatriots as well as those potential allies who exist among Americans opposed to business as usual of any stripe.
The small-minded miscreants who would see our cultural wars continue share a profound inability to accept the part their side played in leading us here. Both parties spent us into a ridiculous amount of debt, squandered our reputation abroad and mortgaged our children’s future, for many of the same ethereal and short-term reasons it turns out, yet it is always the other party’s fault when we start playing politics American style.
“Not me!” is the cry when it comes time to assign blame for the global tragedy our Republic has become.
Even the notion that We The People Who Do Not Vote are ultimately responsible in a representative republic gone wrong is met with squawks of scorn from the same partisan bit-players and assurances that if we just take THEM out once and for good, all will finally be well in Whoville. The Grinch is to blame, not me, so just a little more of what we have always done in pursuit of our implacable and insatiable ideology is sure to do the trick this time!
Who really wants to open a Pandora’s Box of unhealed wounds and dreams deferred when We The People can sublimate and medicate our way to happiness?