Mother ______ (Jaquetha, Yum Yum, Gerd) has transitioned from her old career as a ______ (skull grinder, oyster shucker, chicken sexer) and has taken a ______ (job, hostage, Kaiser roll) at the Ministry of Places with Disturbing Names located in ______ (Aerola, Utah, Humptulips, Washington, Spunky Puddle, Ohio).
Whether he was born and raised here or transplanted from another country and raised here. The manly man is my kind of fella.
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.’
Sin is not simply the product of man’s evil nature. It is the stumbling block, the cruel and dispassionate tuition of error, remorse, estrangement from God and other mortals, the burning fire which refines man, and teaches his mind to adapt, change course, invent another way, improve his lot, and employ his godly nature in the process of achievement.
This revolution is based upon the radical philosophy of “Motherhoodism,” and fueled by a general desire to bond with and nourish babies in the way glorious Nature intended.
It is unbecoming for Conservatives to be like the tranced-out Obama sycophants who fawned over his coolness, his intelligence, his ability to send tingles up the thighs of supposedly straight male journalists, and his messianic aura of infallibility.
My life had veered off the beloved path of companionship and shared history with a man whom I loved, and that my single status would become the status quo for me, and a generation of displaced, disoriented, and dispossessed Boomers.