What will become of them? When will they grow up? Will they grow up?

Angry, Anxious, Unhappy

They fight everywhere they go? At the mall, in the bar, on the street, in their own home.

They live on a hair trigger. The slightest comment triggering animosity.

They get mad and stay mad. Grudges become a way of life.

They zoom everywhere. Dashing here and dashing there. Road rage is the norm.

They blast their music for all to hear, whether you want to hear it or not.

They rarely use a trash can. For them, the world is their trash receptacle.

No sentence is complete without the F-bomb. Friend and foe alike are called a female dog.

Angry glances, furtive looks, angry stares.

Anything in a skirt is fair game. If it moves, pounce on it.

They have no roots, no culture. No idea of where they have been or where they are going.

Momentary pleasure and personal gain is their north start. They live by the mantra of what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is negotiable.

Their day rarely includes a solitary moment or contemplative reflection. Their senses are downing in music, dance, gossip, social media in all it’s banality of twitter, facebook, snap chat.

They dream big unrealistic dreams. They want to scale the ladder but they are incapable of proceeding up each rung.

Every day is a holiday for some of them. Party here and party there. Their fun is a shallow fun, not the kind of fun that results from working hard for something and achieving a goal. They hoot and holler but they do not experience deep satisfaction. Making fun of someone else is their version of fun.

So who are all these people? They are becoming the face of America. They are redefining American character in all its ugliness and shallowness. Will they change and mature. Maybe. What will awaken them from their slothfull slumber?

The answer: A sense of purpose. A sense of pride in their past, purpose for the present and hope for the future. A sense of community rather that their myopic, me-centered world. At some point, they might find a higher purpose in life. Maybe it’s thru religion, maybe it’s thru military service, maybe they just finally “man up or woman up” deciding to become productive, calm citizens and good neighbors. Maybe not. Maybe they will live out the balance of their life in an angry maelstrom ruining their life and the lives of everyone around them.

Published by dunnwriteswell

Boomer who is late bloomer to writing. Healthy addictions include Book TV and exercise. Track all things historic, political, cultural, economic and social. Mixture of tough-love. Minimalist who is fiscally conservative and socially progressive. Realist not afraid to see the glass as half empty. However, still willing to consider outside-the-box, long term solutions to seemingly intractable problems. Old enough to appreciate the greater arc of history while remaining young at heart.

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