The other day, my faithful commenter said that I should “take a break” from writing my blog if I am feeling unmotivated. But the fact is I can’t do that if I wanted to—I must write, every minute of every day. What gets me down is not having the means to do that. Some people think misery produces great art. Those people should be strangled.
But what’s really bothering me lately is that I miss George W. Bush. Look, I’m sorry for everything I said. Come back, won’t you? I have nothing to attack now. Obama does not play along. Obama is boring compared to you. All Obama does is walk around on a cloud and everyone is hypnotized by him. There is no drama there. W., you were drama—character and plot, baby. Obama is thought, diction—very little character (unfortunately).
Here’s an NY Times article Baby Boomers, and how Obama is one of them. My definition of the generation break is if you were born between somewhere before WWII and before Jan 1st, 1960, you are a boomer. I mean, the Boomers set their own agenda all their lives—perhaps we should be allowed to adjust it without them, for once? The term “late Boomer” used for Obama is an oxymoron like a “near miss”. As George Carlin said, “That’s a hit!” Either you’re a Boomer or you ain’t; generations aren’t like astrology signs. If you were “late” then you caught the next ship. What about the soldiers who came home on leave in WWII, whose children were born during WWII? Why are they not Boomers? No other generation in this history of civilization has been so clearly demarked—right? Why now? So let’s stop pretending. Change the Wikipedia reference. Obama is in his 40s, like me. I have never settled with “Gen X” anyway. You know what that name tells me? (I am applying the kind of logic we must apply to naming and demarking generations, and precisely why writers like me always end up with the job.) “Gen X” says “unmarked” i.e. “this generation has not yet been named yet, so we put an X for it.” There is no rule for when a generation is defined, despite lusting popular culture and media’s needs for now, now, now. If you were born in the 1960s, you are not a Boomer, you have no concept of the 60s, which defined the Boomers. So shall we cut the BS?
But back to W. I heard Bush say to his crowd in Texas, the day he returned home, that he could “look in the mirror” with pride. The crowd politely clapped, more timidly than they had been clapping. That’s just unfair. A ex-president should be able to leave office feeling more than pride at looking in the mirror. Really, we Americas are looking in the mirror with a comment like that. Now, he may be a war criminal and may even go to trial one day; but stand proud, man! I think we were too hard on old Bush. Perhaps what Bush was saying, with pride, was ‘I survived you bastards’ i.e. the media. ‘You didn’t beat me’. Is that a great accompishment, surviving? Bush feels it is. I miss him all the same.
