How Do You Date A Baby Boomer?

by Charles Pixley.

Life continues ever faster. Obviously we aren’t the same people we were in high school, when we had everything to learn, wide-eyed, and our life was in front of us. At this chronological phase, we come prepackaged, we are in the middle of a journey, and have a great story, which includes family, wisdom, and a keen intuition, a list of preferences and what we don’t want.

Perhaps, it should go without saying; our youth lives inside us. We still feel, 16 or 23, on the inside, I do. Perhaps, we live with someone and are blessed to have the ideal relationship or we thought it would be for life and something changed the outcome. We watch our partner change ever so gradually, didn’t really notice the changes, as we changed too, and we observed change in ways we found to be intolerable.

Rachel Carson warned us, but our generation endures being nuked, fluoridated, infused with toxic agents, whether emissions or elimination of the rain forest to pollute or limit the air we breathe, pour an ocean of chemicals over our food crop soil and leeching into our aquifers, our vegetarian cattle force fed into cannibals. The ocean is over fished or wantonly poisoned and we suffer the selection of political or scientific leaders who blindly lie on behalf of their benefactors “there’s no evidence linking diseases caused by the aforementioned.”

We were conscripted, strafed blown to bits, napalmed, defoliated, agent oranged, wounded, rejected and forgotten. We are tried and true, battle worn. Endure intentional political falsity of fear intentionally imposed upon us as war psychosis. We stood up, spoke up, protested, resisted, shackled, imprisoned, and some murdered.

From operator assisted, to dial & teletype to digital broadband, Fred Astare and Ginger Rogers to Dancing with the Stars,” Buffalo Bob & Dr. Kildare to Sponge Bob & HOUSE. From the immortals, of Big Band and swing, Dick Clark and “American Bandstand,” Sedaka to Sedaka’s back, sock-hop, b-bop, doo-wop, rock & roll, trip on acid rock, rebel on punk rock, get pretty funky & suffer suicide rock to “American Idol”. Now it’s relationship rock.

We witness the Truth; the Bill of Rights stored safely in “a new order for the ages” gulag, the attempted assassination of our Living Constitution, and the outright theft of the entire Social Security Trust Fund. The war machine, petro-chemical, and big pharma control Congress. They mandate an Rx for direct deposit in drive-up drug stores, which replace bank buildings on every corner.

Self Control confronts Population Control as paradigm blinded deified atheist medics Rx an abandonment of all hope, as they incant over you; “you’re going to die!” Sheepishly obey without question the falsities science that rejects the notion of God, but blindly blames God, who created self replicating, self-repairing DNA, for all your ills, whilst ignoring their sponsors deeds who polluted your milieu. The Shoa isn’t over, sadly pathetic, more insidious than ever, it has disguised itself as a beneficent industry, eternal seeker of money to find a cure, never to be found.
Ghoulishly they predict your final solution and the only chance to survive is to be cut, poisoned or burned. How dare you find, learn, listen and heal by your own solution?