tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367145.post3972359730076761736..comments2023-02-14T05:25:10.118-08:00Comments on CynWrites: A Blog For Grownups: Tough StuffC Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12692426092390842756noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367145.post-69235619454850671142007-08-13T11:56:00.000-07:002007-08-13T11:56:00.000-07:00Now think about where FDR might have wound up if h...Now think about where FDR might have wound up if he had been born to poverty--the child of a depression family. I agree that kids are spoiled rotten these days and they think the world is a safe and secure place--based on their parents money and not only is that breeding a generation, or two or three, of coddled people without any independence but it is breeding a generation of people without a sense of community and sense of what the future can be if we try to work together without regard to who has the most expensive toys. These generations you reference are walled off from reality and reality is raising up to bite us in the ass. We are electing idiots, we allow the self-interested to corrupt our institutions, our infrastructure is in sad shape--partly through lack of attention and partly through rigged bidding which allowed corrupt contractors to built our bridges, roads and tunnels in the first place and these people merrily ride in their Chevy Subdivsions to their $30,000 birthday parties with ride-on elephant for a 7 year old and think they are immune from the rest of the tawdry world. I do go on :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367145.post-44249901186630936542007-08-12T19:20:00.000-07:002007-08-12T19:20:00.000-07:00Certainly right to worry! I just spent four exhau...Certainly right to worry! I just spent four exhausting hours with a 7 yo girl next to me on a flight, while her father sat two rows behind with his 3 (yes, count them three) ex-wives, new young wife, and all of their fanned out brood.<BR/>Please don't get me wrong...not all heavy metal guitartists leave the care of their young daughters to every imaginable game, iPod, dvd player in a backpack, two separate meals, and their precocious manners to strangers. Perhaps I was the newly appointed Nanny for Southwest Airlines and no one remembered to inform me of my duties as I flew from Philadelphia back to Los Angeles after witnessing a ceremony for new medical students, my son included.<BR/><BR/>I may wonder at times why my son chooses to live a Spartan lifestyle, even ridding himself of a used car, but I do know that the tears flowed freely as I assisted him into his new lab coat, remembering his brain stem bleed of only three years earlier. I saw no fear on his face of stroking out from stress, no mention of the many years it will take to pay back loans. Tomorrow as he actualizes his first use of a surgical scalpel, I may even reflect on the mother with one pair of shoes a year that so enjoyed your blog.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com