Stop Writing Dead Tree Letters to the Editor

I don’t pay for newspapers anymore and neither should you. The dead tree media is truly and absolutely dead. It serves no function in the modern world and like the What Happened Hildabeast, it needs to FOAD. The collapse of print media and the incontinent wailing of unemployed political operatives with bylines has been duly noted by many and, as much as I love flogging dead horses, that is not why I blogforth today. There is one anachronistic section of dead tree newspapers that still amuses me: letters to the editor.

Who the hell writes letters to the editor these days?

Did these letter writers just wake from a long Rip Van Winkle nap and take up where they left off in the 1960s? Oh, and it definitely is the 1960s. The overwhelming majority of dead tree letters clearly come from the fat furrowed brows of retired old boomer farts that mistake constipation for thought.

As I have said before, even though I am a boomer, nobody hates them more than me.

There’s no point in rehashing the infinitely rehashed. Modern letters to the editor lack the intelligence of blog posts, the pithiness of tweets, the sublimity of poetry or the seriousness of books. They’re vain displays. Look at me; I’ve bamboozled an idiot newspaper editor. Congratulations, you’ve surmounted a bar low enough for Conga champions.

I think I speak for all of us when I say that we’ve had enough of your letter antics. Please find your way to the nearest online comments section and unleash your inner troll. And, if you must debase yourself to a larger audience start a blog!

Only Now at the End do you Understand

It’s easy to see why other generations detest boomers.  Without a doubt this cohort, my cohort, is the most spoiled, self-indulgent, pompous and delusional generation in western history.  We were born in boom times and grew up thinking they would last forever.  Well, I am happy to report that nothing lasts forever. The boomers, now entering their twilight years, are about to come face to face with reality and reality is a mean castrating bitch.

Boomers,  the generation that fought no serious wars,  (Vietnam doesn’t count most boomers dodged that conflict with student deferments or outright draft dodging),  suffered no serious economic downturns, swallowed socialist drivel about “doing only meaningful work” and seriously believed the government would look after them in their old age are now discovering that:

  1. They have not saved enough.
  2. Finding even meaningless work cannot be taken for granted.
  3. The government takes more than it will ever give.
  4. They will have to work until they drop or starve.

Boomers have nobody to blame but themselves.  They enjoyed the highest incomes in history but instead of following the ancient maxim: good times are when you get ready for bad times.  They binged on a diet of junk consumer goods, over leveraged real estate and various stock market Ponzi schemes. Well the bill has come due!  Hope you enjoy your golden years of Wal-Mart greeting:  I’d urge you to apply now.