Saturday Ramble: Boomer Anthems

 One of the blogs that I really used to like was American Digest, hosted by Gerard. Man alive…that man possessed a clarity of thought and a spirit that I saw from few others of his generation. Often he’d play moldly oldies that the kids of his generation loved and talk about the memories they invoked. 

I was born in the second wave of Boomers in the mid 60s and can remember their music and the flavour of the times. When this one came out, (1980) - the institution of marriage had suffered it’s first massive stroke when legions of shitlibbed Boomer women discovered that their men and families didn’t make them happy anymore, so they divorced them en masse and struck out on their own to seek their happiness and fortune elsewhere. They took their men to the cleaners in divorce court, absconded with cash and prizes…and legions of middle aged men found themselves back in the dating game. Divorce was everywhere and Gen X took the hit square in the snout.

This cringe inducing toon tells the story of promiscuous partners discovering they really loved each other after all. It was written for a generation failed by marriage, wishing that their broken relationships would somehow magically repair themselves and they’d live happily ever after.

Fast forward 45 years…and I’m watching my parents’ generation finally die off. Did those empowered women of the 80’s that dumped their husbands ever find that happiness they were entitled too? Did those men ever re-marry and recover their sense of purpose and meaning in life again? How many of them wished they’d stayed married in hindsight? If Gerard were here today I’d love to ask him: what in hell were you guys thinking back then? Gerard was one of the few men of that time that could take and hear the question without getting mad, and give you an answer that made sense.

Wokeness destroyed my family. I was fully responsible, I was given the choice to submit to it or go along with it and I rejected it, knowing full well I’d be rejected in return. I’d seen what people afflicted by demons do to their families and I figured I was better off taking my emotional lumps up front and get it over with, rather than putting them off by trying to cope with the impossible. Either way the devil gets his dues. For better or for worse, if I have to take a bullet I’d prefer to take it in the chest rather than the back. Having taken those shots and survived…I dunno which way of taking them is better, when families collapse? And maybe Gerard and people of his generation didn’t either? Or maybe they did and I just don’t get it?

Sometimes I sit here on sleepless nights, wondering what life could have been had the shots not been fired and the cards fell another way…and I can’t see anything I could have done to make things better, or at least tolerable for everyone. Something had to give, sometimes life just gets too big and complex for one man to deal with. All you can do is make the best of the hand you’re dealt.

I hope your compromises with life are good ones.

Cheers,

Filthie