I’m a late Baby Boomer, having been born sometime shortly after the Edsel, but I was not personally insulted by MacGolly’s treatise on how my generation destroyed America. Instead, as I read the book while sitting in my cardboard box at the corner of 7th and Main, I had an uneasy feeling that he may be right. Let’s look at the book chapter by chapter to discern how ‘The Suckiest Generation’ went about dismantling ‘America the Beautiful.’
I am not a mote in a mass, as one might think of members of a “class.” Are you? I think, act, and make for myself. I am not owned by this or that class. I am not consigned to a percentile which defines my happiness or dictates my worth. I am free to master my passions, and focus their force into works, and a life that for me is my opus.
Sex and identity are so closely interwoven so as to be indivisible. The formative years when the mind and body are developing into a sexual being are full of questions and complexities.
Weed, pot, bud, what ever innocuous name you want to give it, marijuana is the gateway as well as the foundation of wide spread social deterioration, crime, and spiritual impotence.