SubscribeStar Saturday: The Post-Boomer Collapse?

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Tim Dillon’s favorite generation—the only generation to “grow older but not wiser“—seems permanent.  The ubiquity of Boomerdom in all aspects of American life for over seventy years gives the demographic cohort the veneer of eternity, a massive, limitless generation that will never die—and never stop working.

Dr. Fiancée and I are both the children of Boomers, and our parents very much represent the good Boomer traits of hard work, diligence, self-restraint, etc.  They possess some of the more benign aspects of Boomerism, like a love of buying random trinkets at Target, but they aren’t mired in the soulless consumerism that infested so much of their generation.  In other words, “Not All Boomers Are Like That.”

But, goodness, a lot of them are like that:  temperamental with service professionals (doctors, waiters, administrative assistants, airline attendants, and anyone else who provides some kind of service); pennywise-and-pound-foolish; extravagant in their self-indulgence, but miserly in the extreme; gluttonous for public services, without any regard to the social contract; and (I strongly suspect) fearful of death.

They also absolutely refuse to leave the workforce, while simultaneously refusing to adapt to new economic realities.  I’ve read that Millennials (my generation, which is not exactly rose-scented, either) are aspiring Boomers, which is true:  we’ve spent most of our disjointed careers trying to appease the vagaries of Boomer corporate leadership in the oft-vain attempt to build decent lives for ourselves.  We grew up suckling at the teat of Boomer largesse, only to have the bottle stripped away in early adulthood; many of us (and I would partially include myself in this analysis) have been striving to get back to the relative ease and luxury of our childhoods ever since.

Granted, I know how the Boomers will respond, because I have written on this topic before.  I get it; it’s not nice or even fair to have your entire generation called out (believe me, as a Millennial, I know:  apparently, all of our problems stem from wanting to put avocado on our toast, not the fact that we started our careers during the Great Recession and have endured repeated economic downturns).  But before you go post a rant on Facebook about how “entitled” my generation is (a bit rich, but the Boomers aren’t exactly known for their introspection), let me say something positive:

Boomers—we need you.

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Tariffs: Worth It

There’s been a great deal of bellyaching this week about the tariffs that President Trump has slapped on countries all over the world, friend and foe alike.  Indeed, even yours portly winced at the drop in his various retirement accounts.

But the pain is worth it—and, we must remember, temporary.  What is often forgotten in the discussion about tariffs is that we have been the suckers, often dropping our trade barriers while other countries—even allies!—have kept their trade barriers in place.  The net result is that our manufacturing base has been stripped away since the end of the Second World War, and we have shifted into a consumer economy.

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SubscribeStar Saturday: Tariffs Work

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Amid a flurry of big news this week—which seems to be the norm now that Trump is back in office—one of the major stories was the president of Colombia backing down once Trump slapped some tariffs on his country for refusing to accept deportation flights from the United States.  That the Colombian government didn’t even want their own people back tells you everything you need to know about the quality of these immigrants.

But I digress.  Trump is wielding tariffs like a serious foreign policy weapon, which works exceptionally well when you’re the most powerful and productive economy on the Earth.  Yes, the United States has struggled economically in recent years, but we’re still on top.  Tariffs will only help with that goal, by bringing back manufacturing; ending America’s reliance on the financialization of everything as the driver of our economic growth; and forcing recalcitrant nations to play ball.

It is remarkable that we are returning, after the long fever trade of unbridled free trade—even at our own expense—to the age of William McKinley, a president that is often forgotten, but who has enjoyed renewed cache in recent years.  President Trump explicitly mentioned McKinley in his Inaugural Address, and the former president’s legacy is experiencing a renaissance of sorts.

Today (Saturday, 1 February 2025), Canada, Mexico, and China will face new tariffs on their goods.  Each of these nations have exploited America’s good will by flooding our nation with illegal fentanyl and immigrants.  It is about dang time.

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Boomer Rant

Erin over at Existential Ergonomics wrote a great piece called “The Boomer Mentality,” in which she details the grasping, materialistic, selfish nature of the various Boomers she and her boyfriend encountered on a trip to Yellowstone National Park.  It’s a post worth reading, and Erin handles the contentious subject matter deftly and with humor and grace.  It is clear she does not hate Boomers, but she certainly recognizes their idiosyncrasies and hypocrisies for what they are.

I, too, do not hate Boomers.  My parents and most of my aunts and uncles are Boomers.  Many of my colleagues are Boomers.  Boomers have been among the kindest, most supportive people I have ever known.

I also do not like intergenerational politics.  They seem like another way to divide us and to pit us against once another.  It also seems like a game that is targeted specifically towards Americans and other people in Western countries.  You never hear about Vietnamese kids complaining about their Boomer parents, for example.

All of that said, the Boomer generation—those born between 1946-1964—are a difficult bunch.  Both stingy and lavish, they horde housing, blow their wealth on frivolous luxuries, and seemingly refuse to help their struggling Millennial children, a generation (mine) that really got screwed economically.  At the same time, the Boomers as a group refuse to acknowledge how easy they had it from an economic perspective, and are baffled that the rest of us can’t just make a fortune in sales overnight (or what have you).

Of course, it’s not their fault, exactly.  They are the product of their parents’ choices, the so-called Greatest Generation.  That generation faced a major world war and a devastating Great Depression before that, so they overcompensated and created one of the most spoiled generations in the history of the world.  They also lavished this generation with high-paying jobs that required few skills, coupled with generous healthcare benefits and fat pensions.

So, in response to Erin’s very mild and humorous post, the Boomers came out of the woodwork.  Boomers are either the heroes or the victims of their stories—they are never the villains.  Remember, this generation grew up believing they were going to change the world (and, in many ways, they have) for the better, and that their self-indulgent lifestyles were some manner of high-minded idealism.  We all know the aging hippie Boomer who refuses to believe that the 1960s are over.

One of the comments was from a woman who has this picture for her Gravatar:

Jane Fritz

Can’t you just feel the smug self-righteousness oozing from that tiny picture?  It looks like she carries lemons around in her purse so she can maintain her pucker all day.

Her comment was no better, and written with the subtlety of a rant on Facebook:

This comment goes against the excellent advice that if you don’t have something good to say, don’t say anything. However, as one of the oldest Boomers living, I’m going to make an exception to that advice. Boomers are currently between 60-78 years of age. The reason so many are travelling is because at least in the 65-78 group many/most are retired and finally have the time to travel. Fortunately, everyone younger than 60 is pleasant, drives perfectly, and is committed to working well together. As soon as we Boomers have kicked the bucket the world will be a better place. Or … is the problem with having old people around that they’re old? As post-Boomers grow old, how much do you want to bet that they annoy young people just as much as (some) current old people annoy you?!

So, dear readers, I offered up my own scathing critique to this smug old lady:

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SubscribeStar Saturday: The Second-Hand Economy

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A neighborhood friend of mine and I have worked out an arrangement regarding my fig tree and grapevines:  I provide the fruit, he provides the jelly (before he gets angry, let me clarify that he actually makes preserves, and they’re delicious).  It’s a pretty good deal for me:  he and his son come by and pick figs (and grapes, soon), converting them into delicious preserves, which I enjoy after the fact.  All I do is keep the plants alive and give him access to my property.

Earlier this week, he and I spoke for a bit after he and his son partook in some morning fig harvesting (God is Good—it’s been a bumper crop this year, and the figs haven’t gone entirely to the birds and the beetles).  We talked about the figs and the muscadine grapes that will be ready for harvesting soon.  In doing so, he pointed out all of the possibilities in our neighborhood for similar collaborations:  those with some resource or item (in my case, figs and grapes), and those with the time and inclination to put them to use (in this case, my neighbor making preserves from them).

In years past, I’ve shamefully let my figs go unharvested, letting the brown birds and beetles strip the tree of its fruit before I could get to it.  One year I managed to get maybe a half-pound of figs from the tree, but my own negligence, coupled with a busy schedule (not to mention South Carolina’s intense summertime heat) has dissuaded me from picking the luscious fruit.  Even having gotten the fruit, I’m often at a loss as to what to do with it, other than pop full figs into my mouth.

Thus, the magic of this arrangement:  my neighbor has the time and the knowledge to put my resources to use; I simply have the resources.  He gets a good portion of preserves, and I get to enjoy some jars, too (and they’re really good preserves).

Regardless, in discussing the beauty of our arrangement of the possibility of other such collaborations around the neighborhood, we also discussed how much stuff—not just fruits and vegetables, but just sheer, material stuff—is just sitting around, unused, waiting to be put to some higher purpose—if only someone with the know-how, time, and ability could come along and put it to use.

The possibilities exist for an entire second-hand or recycled economy.  How often have you driven past someone’s home—usually way out in the country somewhere—to find their yard or a half-open shed full of goodies untouched by human hands (even if touched quite extensively by the ravages of time)?  But that junk—one man’s junk is a another’s goodies, I suppose—is actual, usable stuff—it can be put to good use.

In an age of hyperinflation, the expansion of a second-hand or cast-off or recycled economy takes on a whole new level of attractiveness.

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TBT^2: Leftism in a Nutshell

When I first wrote about the “degrowth movement” three years ago, it seemed like another kooky Leftist spin to cover for an economy that would inevitably decline under a Democratic president.  When I revisited that post last summer, it was after five months of Biden the Usurper’s economic misery and malaise, and after a year of shutdowns thanks to The Virus.

In other words, we’d tried involuntary degrowth, and it’s made us poorer.

A year on, the economy has gotten even worse.  We’re all quite aware that gas prices are through the roof.  Food prices have skyrocketed as well.  One reason I’m dieting this summer (besides the fact that I need to return to my lean, pantheric form) and skipping breakfast is because it saves a few bucks (and because I need my massive spaghetti ration to last a lot longer—I can down a pound of spaghetti with shocking rapidity).  Groceries are too expensive for binge eating.

The most recent print issue of Backwoods Home Magazine (Issue #189, July/August/September 2022) features a cover story entitled “The Return of Victory Gardens.”  That piece discusses not just the high prices of groceries, but the scarcity of items on shelves.

For years, I’ve boasted about how cheap food is.  Just a few years ago, you could pick up a loaf of bread from Dollar General for eighty-eight cents.  Granted, it wasn’t good bread, but it got the job done.  Eggs were cheap.  Butter was maybe a dollar for four sticks.  Pretty much everything you could need was easily affordable, even if it wouldn’t make for the most exciting meals.

Now, none of those items are particularly cheap.  The lowest price for a loaf of crummy (and crumbly) white bread I can find locally is around $1.49 a loaf.  I have a hook-up for eggs, so I’m covered there.  But my egg supplier tells me that I should start canning butter, because the price of that is about to go way up.

And forget about eating meat.  It looks like the grand dream of the globohomo super elites—that we’ll all be eating cricket burgers, safely isolated and subdued in our living pods—is getting closer and closer to reality.

It became a BoomerCon cliché to point to Venezuela as an example of what happens when socialism runs amok.  But the BoomerCons were right.  Unless we want to be eating pet rabbits and zoo animals, we’d better do something to shore up our food stores and increase our independence from the supply chains stat.

With that, here’s “TBT: Leftism in a Nutshell“:

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TBT: Egged Off

Shortly over a year ago I wrote a piece about officious bureaucrats shutting down two little girls selling chicken eggs in Texas.  The girls were trying to help people out and make a few bucks after the crazy ice storm massively disrupted Texan supply lines.

Since then, I’ve obtained a source to bring farm fresh eggs to my home on an as-needed basis; it’s one of many small blessings for which I am thankful.  With food prices even higher than they were a year ago, free eggs is a huge boon.

I ended this post with the admonishment “The time to start growing and raising our own food is now.”  But even yours portly has largely ignored his own advice.

Let’s work on changing that in 2022.

With that, here is 30 April 2021’s “Egged Off“:

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Retro Tuesday: Christmas Break Begins!

Yesterday marked the true “beginning of my glorious, two-week Christmas break.”  It’s been a busy break so far, with a very productive Town Council work session last night, and a meeting with our new Mayor-Elect this morning.  I’m also meeting with a parent later in the day to sign some paperwork for a program for her daughter.

That’s a breakneck pace compared to past Christmas breaks, but it’s nothing too daunting.  I’m looking forward to some time with my parents, brothers, sister-in-laws, niece, and nephews soon, not to mention other family members.

It’s a lazy time of year for the blog, too:  not much is happening in the news, and everyone is settling in for a long winter’s nap.  I will have a guest contribution from 39 Pontiac Dreamer tomorrow—a review of a video game series—and some other goodies after Christmas.  Otherwise, look for a lot of re-runs from yours portly this week.

That said, the topic of this post from last Christmas Break—the need for some time off at Christmas for everyone, not just those of us in the cushy education racket—is still relevant.  Granted, some workers have decided to take the entire year off, it seems, enjoying generous federal unemployment and other kickbacks from The Age of The Virus, rather than return to their honest, albeit grueling, jobs.  Maybe let’s shoot for something a bit more balanced, yeah?

Still, work, while ennobling and healthy, can easily become overtaxing and detrimental.  There are diminishing returns, too:  after too many hours and too much effort, both mental and physical, we all start to get sloppy.  Some folks are built with the drive and energy to go nonstop, but I suspect most of us appreciate having a little downtime here and there.

With that, here is 21 December 2021’s “Christmas Break Begins!“:

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Flashback Friday^2: Brack Friday Bunduru: Workers Need a Break

It’s Black Friday today, so everyone is rushing out to get whatever picked over sales items they can.  In the spirit of Black Friday, I’d be remiss if I didn’t hawk my bookThe One-Minute Mysteries of Inspector Gerard, and my music.  Inspector Gerard is the perfect White Elephant gag gift, and at $10 for the paperback, it fits perfectly into the price point for most such novelty gift exchanges.  I’ve also got some weird merch for sale.

I first wrote “Brack Friday Bunduru: Workers Need a Break“ back in 2019, at a point when I was feeling immense amounts of burnout at work.  I stand by my original assessment—that companies shouldn’t gobble up Thanksgiving Day to offer increasingly early doorbuster sales so their workers can enjoy some time with their families—though now I would probably add some more caveats.

I realized that I never really explained the name “Brack Friday Bunduru.”  I lifted it from an episode of South Park in which the kids heat up the console wars between the XBox and Playstation:

Ever since, I can’t help but say, “Brack Friday Bunduru” in an exaggerated Japanese accent ever Black Friday.

With that, here is 2020’s “Flashback Friday: Brack Friday Bunduru: Workers Need a Break”:

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TBT: Leftism in a Nutshell

In looking at the inflationary effects of so many people staying out of work on unemployment, I’d completely forgotten about this short post from 1 June 2019, “Leftism in a Nutshell.”  The post looks at the “degrowth movement,” a movement that sought “to intentionally shrink the economy to address climate change.”

Well, the degrowth movement—which I have not heard of since 2019—had the chance to try out their deranged economic experiment in 2020 during The Age of The Virus.  It turns out that fewer people working doesn’t mean “not as many brands at the grocery store”; it just means less of everything, and it’s all more expensive!

I’m not opposed to some personal minimalism.  Despite my love for miscellaneous bric-a-brac, I appreciate living beneath my means and cutting down on spending (I’m only a spendthrift at Universal Studios).  But re-reading the Vice article about the degrowth movement makes me think it’s just a flimsy intellectual excuse for laziness.

That is, after all, Leftism in a nutshell:  always the grasshopper, never the ant.

Here is 1 June 2019’s “Leftism in a Nutshell“:

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