Open Letter to the Youth of our Nation

Awake from your slumber of indolence and harken the call of the future!

Do you realize that you are rapidly becoming a doomed generation? Do you realize that the fate of the world and of generations to come rests on your shoulders? Do you realize that at any time you may be called on to protect your country and the freedom of the world from the creeping scourge of Terrorism? How can you possibly laugh in the face of the disasters which face us from all sides? Oh ignorant youth, the world is not a joyous place. The time has come for you to dispense with the frivolous pleasures of childhood and get down to honest toil until you are sixty-five. Then and only then can you relax and collect your social security and live happily until the time of your death.

Also, your insolent attitude disturbs me greatly. You have the nerve to say that you have never known what it is like to live in a secure and peaceful world; you say that the present generation has balled things up to the extent that we now face a war so terrible that the very thought of it makes hardened veterans shudder; you say that it is impossible to lay any plans for the future until you are sure you have a future. I say Nonsense! None of these things matter. If you expect a future you must carve it out in the face of these things. You also say that you must wait until after you have served your time with the service to settle down. Ridiculous! It is a man's duty to pull up stakes and serve his country at any time, then settle down again.

I say there is no excuse for a feeling of insecurity on you part; there is no excuse for Juvenile Delinquency; there is no excuse for your attitude except that you are rotten and lazy! I was never like that! I worked hard; I saved; I didn't run around and stay out late at night; I carved out my own future through hard work and virtuous living, and look at me now; a respectable and successful man.

I warn you, if you don't start now it will be too late, and the blame for the end of the world will be laid at your feet. Heed my warning, oh depraved and profligate youth; I say awake, awake, awake!

Fearfully and disgustedly yours,
John J. Righteous-Hypocrite

01.20.09 @ 1:48 AM

Well howdy kids. It’s 2009 in the year of Lord. To be more specific, Jan 20th. Sometimes past midnight. I’ve been fighting a sickness the past few days. It’s been a persistent bugger for sure. Vitamin C doses haven’t been doing it and I’ve resulted in using horrible substances such as cough syrup to ensure I can breathe.

But I stray from a topic I really wanted to dish about. It’s over. Nothing colossal happened. No zombies. No Armageddon. No Rapture. We got through eight years of George W. Bush, our glorious forty-third President of the United States. What a trip it has been. Pretzels. “Wars.” Some guy named Dick. And even an Oliver Stone film. Face it ladies and gents. It could have been worse.

While I am quite the liberal guy. No, I don’t blame “Dubya” for all the woes we are currently facing on our third rock from the sun. To do so would be out right ignorant of me. Sure, Georgie wasn’t exactly helping most of the time, but where were the rest of us? In our beer induced comas watching the latest episode of some God awful reality show.

See, I believe this is a two way street. Not some elite super high way where only the super rich and privileged are only allowed to drive. Okay, well. That exists and I know for sure I can’t get past the toll booth and sure as hell can’t get on that on ramp. But damn it, shut up for a moment. The point is, that us, the ones that use the normal roads, paths, etc, without us being there using them, there would be no elite super highway. (I did a bit of driving today. Pardon the lame metaphors.)

I guess this is just turning into some rant about how we as a people need to be aware. If we allow ourselves to zone out too much, we may end up just staring at the drive-thru speaker yelling, “GIMMIE SOME BIG ASS FRIES!”

Know, this isn’t to say that I’m an Angel. Oh Heavens, no. I’m guilty as the rest. Mostly indulging in stories in the variety of films, literature, music, or any other medium that I believe to be art. (Remember kiddies, art is subjective.) But, I try to stay aware, but that God damned Purple Haze doesn’t help.

But, I’m not only going to try and be a good ‘Merican, but an overall good individual. Because as long as the undead don’t roam the lands and the sun is still rising, I have hope. Hope that one day, Bruce Campbell will have main stream Hollywood success.