Our gift to future generations is the shaft.
Wince. That’s only one indictment Dennis Byrne makes in his scathing review of what Boomers have wrought. Some future author several decades from now, says Byrne,
will brand them as perhaps the most selfish generation
in American history. That author would accurately nail them for their
greedy, miserable selves because he and hundreds of millions of others
will be living in the cesspool of debt that they leave behind.
Every time you take a breath, President Barack Obama (he’s on
television more frequently than the weather forecast) is pushing
through another costly program, rescue, bailout, giveaway — whatever
you want to call it — that we can’t afford to pay for ourselves. So, in
a magical example of time travel, he — we, I should say — will deliver
the bill to the future, with nary a thought of how the future will pay
No need here for a tedious recounting of the huge,
impossible debt that we’re passing off; it has been outlined enough,
but the figures seem to scare few. Our official national debt, the one
you hear occasionally debated in Congress, is a sliver under $12
trillion. Sounds like a lot? Then get this: Our true national debt,
when you include every cent of benefits promised to seniors, Baby
Boomers and other entitled beneficiaries, amounts to nearly $62
trillion, according to the Northbrook [Illinois]-based Institute for
Truth in Accounting. That’s $202,000 for every man, woman and child in
No excuses, either.
We could talk about how paying the interest on the
national debt we now have is one of the largest items in the federal
budget, already draining billions from all those education, welfare and
other programs so dear to the progressive agenda. But future interest
payments will gobble up so many of our resources that we won’t be able
to afford new cars, homes and the rest of the consumer cravings that
fuel our economy. Our economy will be in shambles
The truth hurts, and Boomers have avoided it most of their lives. With reckless disregard.
Truth is, we’ve become so frightened of bad things
happening to us that we’ll do anything, no matter how reckless, to
avoid just the perception of risk. Our fear of discomfort or sacrifice
is contemptible beyond description.
The Greatest Generation gave their lives so that we might enjoy our
liberties and prosperity. We show our appreciation by imprisoning
future Americans in a dungeon of debt from which they may never recover.
We’ve heard for the past year or so that it’s time to re-make America. How about using the mold set by the Founders?