A VOICE FROM ON HIGH, THE MILLENNIALS

"We are millennials and we love complaining more than any other generation," David Hogg said on HBO's "Real Time with Bill Maher" when asked how long he and fellow student Cameron Kasky would push for gun control.

The wonderful generation of 'Millennials'. 1% fighting for the preservation of the rights for the majority. Accepting the truth that among the remaining 99% there is a large silent majority with a vociferous minority who does nothing but complain, demand a free ride and expects their every whim and fancy to be catered to.

News flash you bunch of hypocritical little pee ants. The Baby Boomers, though they have often proven themselves inept, greedy and treasonous, especially in politics and government matters, rule the roost. Not far from saying "The Devil Rules the Roost". With the glitzy percentage not really counting for much, drop out the politicians, the thieves, the scoundrels, the whiners and just plain confetti trash and you are looking at yourselves in 50 years. The silent majority will one day find their mouths. They will start understanding they must take responsibility(s) for their kids, their actions, or lack of actions, and really step up to lead. WE are held captive by an oligarchy. It has been years, with a minimum of exceptions, where everyday people aren't held back because of a lack of resources. Ever see a poor politician? Again with exceptions, how often have we seen passed down money eventually try to exert pressure for gain or get into the political toilet. How many more Kennedys and Clintons can we handle. Young Master Hogg is not much more than a pawn of notoriety and his personal love of hearing himself blat. Being on Bill Mahers' show speaks volumes to intelligent folks. Bill Maher makes money, not from real comedy, but from spouting the ridiculous. He has never done anything to make a good difference. Master Hogg, you will be assigned potential value by the company you keep. So far, you ain't doing so hot!  And time marches on. That beauty is only as deep as the time spent helping others. One day I'll give myself a big party. I won't be there but the barest of elements that was me will. There will be nothing false to strut, no funny clothes, no prizes undeserved, just a memory of a life well lived. I don't need a special party to proclaim anything. I won't need fools to praise me or spew tripe into the ozone. Just a few to tip a glass and nod knowingly. I'm drifting again. Slowly moving to the earned peace and yawning greatly. It was all another nightmare... thankfully.