Dear Fellow Gen-X'ers:
I hope this is true, and everybody gets to come home soon from a war that in my opinion was a bad idea to start with -- and regardless if you agree with me on that, any reasonable human will agree the post-war was spectacularly poorly run from soup to nuts by the Half-Assed Administration.
But I swear, I swear, if thirty years from now I see the new Century Rambo movie, where some beefcake pretend-IraqWar veteran plaintively asks his CO "Do we get to win this time?", and then the slow, pathetic, motivated-by-crotch-ular-insecurity-shift to believing the party that controlled the White House, Congress and the Senate were somehow foiled in their righteous crusade, that the War would have gone great if only those goddam liberals hadn't kept pointing out inconvenient facts ... coupled with the reappearance of the Usual Suspects, the way the Nixonian ganks somehow resurfaced in this Administration ...
Basically, I'm saying that if we somehow echo the insane choices of the Baby Boomers and somehow thirty years from now base our entire electoral process and governmental identity on refighting a Lost War from our youth, I will -- from my underground bunker in Canada, where the gay-marriage pot-smoking parties are only intensified by real beer -- release the Fusion Powered Nano-Swarm Death Bees I am spending every waking moment between now and then perfecting.
They are legion, and they are pointy.
My only advantage is that this time, the idiots are blogging. I know where the next Generation of Overcompensators will come from.
The Bees will have list.
You think I'm kidding.