I am 39, I will be 40 on April 21.

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I do not know about you, but when I was a kid I thought people over 21 were ancient. People over 30 needed a rocking chair, and 40? Woah... people over 40? Woah. Old age.

Now that I am about 40, I find myself saying

"He's what, 95? That's still young!"

But enough about that. I find myself becoming more like my parents. I do not know if others have/had the same issue. It is nothing new. It is not just me I am sure. But it leads me to a question:

"Are the kids of today different when we were kids?"

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From blue jersey mom in Brothers and Sisters tonight:

And a short prayer for an end of the diaries that pit one "generation" against another. We are going to need everyone's help to turn this country around.

I am so amazingly sick and tired of the generational warfare diaries here on Daily Kos.  Not only do I see no purpose to them, but I also feel that they feed into the Karl Rove-driven divide-everyone-into-categories and market to those categories meme that has reduced our country into Volvo-driving, latte-drinking, cat-owing Liberals vs. oh, whatever -- and encouraged us to fight amongst ourselves because of them.    I am not a category.  And neither are you.  And I refuse to fight other progressives on the basis of the year of their birth. How incredibly unproductive this sort of fight is.

Kossacks, I need input. Particularly from Gen X'rs and Millenials, since those are the age groups of my job candidates.

I am trying to hire a graphic designer. I work for a growing, well-known and socially responsible business. We're not a glamorous business, but we do some fun work and the team has won several design awards. We pay a competitive salary and offer great benefits. Hours are flexible. There are opportunities for education and further training.

So why am I having a hard time hiring someone? I was hoping you could tell me.

Museum opens at Woodstock concert site

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Exhibits give thorough look at generation-defining concert and the ’60s

I like information. Much of it I know to take with a grain of salt and I come by that as someone who thinks they understand the difference between fantasy and reality. Sometimes it’s really not that clear of a distinction. Seriously, I can make the case that in this country we mostly live in a fantasy world and I think I could get at least 35% or more of the people to agree with me on any given day. Anyway that’s not what this is about. This is about the exit polls and the growing narrative that this could be a generational election.

   All of the MSM news coverage of late has been about the "Wright controversy" and how divides the along racial lines, which Clinton has used as an oblique message to say Obama is unelectable because he is black. He is the "Black" candidate. Obviously, this has been very divisive among party leaders and even the nation at large fueled by the MSM. This is not the story I want to tell. Faced with real issues, we have been distracted by manufactured issues. So give me the chance to share with you a very personal story which demonstrates Obama's ability to unify the country. This is the story of my 70 year old mother which addresses race in the heartland of America and the hope of bridging the gaps. This is where "silent segregation" is addressed.

Senator Obama's speech made me pull down my old paperback copy of Soul on Ice, Eldridge Cleaver's prison autobiography.  Cleaver, a Black Panther who advocated self-defense for the ghettos, made white American wail in indignation, "How can he say such things?"

But, as today, it was the older generation, frightened of what they could not understand, frightened of too much change,  who cried such things.  The young were trying to continue the promise of the republic.

I have lived here for almost three years.  When I arrived here, I was a political neophyte.  I learned so much during my time here.  This blog truly was the best, for anyone beginning in their political journey.

So why am I going to be leaving here?

Because Marcos no longer follows his own mission statements.

He's unabashedly a partisan, rooting only for ONE Democrat - Obama.

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Dear Hillary,
     This is a note urging you to gracefully resign from the campaign for the nomination.  Here are the benefits: The party can pull together behind Obama with you leading your people.  You will not be giving up.  You will be joining a powerful movement for change in congress and in the whitehouse, change in the way regulatory agencies are run, change in the way we solve problems, change in the way we as Americans see ourselves.

You will be joining a movement where all of us, young and old, rich and poor, come out to participate and solve our problems.  You will be joining a movement for transparency in government.  You will be taking the government away from the cronies.  You will be assisting in letting us take back the reins. In concluding this, I have been guided be my children.

A few minutes ago, I replied to a comment that once again was putting down inspiration. While replying, I thought I would like to do a diary about my comments.
When I was 15 years old we had a President that inspired an entire nation. My generation was especially inspired by that President. That inspiration lead many of my generation to do great things. Those great things made it possible for a woman and an African American man to appear on t.v. last Thursday night to debate each other and to compete for the nomination of the Democratic party for President of the United States. I think that is pretty amazing and a direct result of being inspired by a President.

I'm intelligent enough to recognize that some is not all because what I'm about to say does NOT apply to approximately 40-49% of the generation commonly referred to as the Baby Boomers.  I'm also intelligent enough to recognize that while Generations X, Y, and Z are overwhelmingly fantastic and the Echo Boomers to come are going to be great as well, that I too am referring to some and not all.

My message to a slim majority of baby boomers born after WW2 and during the 1950s is very simple.  You deserve NOTHING from the 3-4 generations coming after you.  You are America's Worst Generation and the fact that hundreds of millions of people coming after you simply want your generation of politics to simply fade away does not make us ageists.  You have failed, now get out of the way.

"Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'"
-- Prophet of the Baby Boomers & Regressive Silent Generationer Bob Dylan.

I am one of them. I am a baby-boomer. We blew it. We had the numbers and, temporarily, the will to do something. But then 'Nixon the wise' ended the draft and poof, rebellion was a thing of the past. We started buying our designer shades and designer jeans. We bought tract homes in suburbs, BMWs, minivans and voted in Reagan. Now that our shallowness has come home to roost and the jobs are gone that we thought assured us a life on the gravy train, we stir slightly in our comfy chairs. We filled landfills with disposable diapers and the air with CO2. Some held true, some kept up the good fight, but the majority turned into their parents, only not quite as tough.

The current generation of 'youth'...

I was shocked to read this morning that one of my political gurus, Bill Strauss, only 60 years old, has passed away from pancreatic cancer.  

Everybody's laughing at her. She can't hear a word they're saying. She's only the hollow echo in Dubyah's head.

Meanwhile, I have seen the smartest minds of your generation destroyed by electronics. There they stood, the best and brightest, holding their silent buzzers when all they had to do to score in the Jeopardy question was identify the guy in the photo.