Many of my readers will doubtless be familiar with the books of Michael Z. Williamson, and/or with his blog, Facebook page, or other writings. Miss D. found the picture below on his Facebook page, and forwarded it to me, because she knew it would strike a responsive chord in a corner of my soul.
She was right! I can't think of a better way to encapsulate the differences between my formative years and those of all too many of today's youth. There are some pretty good specimens among the latter, to be sure, but there are also the kind exposed in this video clip from the Occupy Toronto protests in Canada.
I've never seen such a disgusting pair of cry-babies in my life! If I'd dared to behave like that as a teen, my father would probably have disowned me - and rightly so! I can't help but wonder whether that pair would be capable of serving in combat at the age of eighteen, as so many of us did in the good/bad/indifferent old days (delete whichever is not applicable according to your particular world view).
Ye Gods and little fishes . . .