I will be disappointed in this new fangled generation if they don’t have a song about figs ripening.
(that is the next crop to come in, my fig tree is covered in potential and I hate figs, the tree is only for Mom)
You don’t have to be a contemporary of either, just born between 1946 and 1964, and you’re the same as all of them. They all think alike. Face it, Obama is a Boomer.
Down with Barack Oboomer!
Ah, so then it wasn’t the baby boomers who were marching? Cool, then maybe you can stop congratulating yourselves. 
I don’t think you can so easily decouple the idea of getting your ass sent to a rice paddy from the rightness of our country sending kids to those rice paddies in the first place. No doubt there would be cowards who wouldn’t want to fight under any circumstances, but none of us has any moral responsibility to put his ass in the line of fire in some civil war in another country.
I don’t think ‘squirted’ is quite the way to describe it, more like extrusion.
Boomers were raised on blood surrogate in flasks. Sometimes too much alcohol was added to the blood surrogate, which explains a number of current and former posters.
Yeah, I was born in 1962, which by certain “official” standards means I was born at the tail end of the baby boom, but I’ve never felt like a baby boomer in my life. Nor do I feel like a Gen Xer.
I can’t blame you at all. As much as I liked the “prime years”, so to speak, of Boomer music, from the Beatles through psychedelia inclusive, by the time I personally bought and owned most of the records, it was definitely considered a retro thing. I was actually a bit worried about getting ribbed for liking “oldies” so much[sup]1[/sup], though that never did happen. In the pop music world of those days, seven or eight years was considered a huge temporal distance between one style or band to another.
The real problem is that all these labels and concepts don’t really coincide with the calendar very well. The Sixties, so to speak, didn’t really get going in earnest until about 1964 at the earliest.
[sup]1[/sup]That was before one of my suitemates in the dorm decided to show me his ABBA paraphernalia. To this day I have nightmares about the visor that had four flashing LEDs on it.:smack:
You know, I’m not saying that we were some kind of special for taking action against the war but I don’t think you really have any sense of what it was like on the streets either. It was fucking scary. Clubs hurt. Tear gas burns. Rubber bullets can kill you.
The maximum prison sentence for burning your draft card was 5 years and 100,000 dollar fine.
There was very little popular support for the anti-war protests for a long time and I lived in the Bay area at the time which was pretty liberal in comparison to other parts of this country. We were preceived as dangerous traitors, as scum who were aiding and abetting the enemy.
And no, it wasn’t all boomers marching and yes, a portion of the marchers were trying to save their asses but so what? They were still taking real risks to end an oppressive and immoral war.
Remember Kent State?
Most of my fellow citizens thought the students had it coming.
I’m a little baffled by the broad generalizations being tossed around in this thread.
I’m not sure why it’s acceptable to unilaterally condemn an entire generation. If I labeled all men violent rapists and aggressors based on the actions of some men of some men I suspect posters lilike** Justin_Bailey **and **Airman Doors, USAF **would be down on me like a ton of bricks.
You’re kidding, right? Of course we didn’t start the fire. Surely you have a better sense of history than that because I really don’t know how to convey that America circa 1970 wasn’t the garden of Eden.
You know what I’m hearing?
A lot of petulance, a lot of whining.
Come on. You’re all grownups in your 30’s and 40’s, correct?
So what have you done beside bitch?
Who have you worked to elect, what laws have you fought to change in your communities? What have you put on the line recently?
The wars are bleeding this country dry-still. What are you doing to end them?
Services are being slashed for the poor, for the elderly, for the disabled and for the young all across America.
How are you helping?
Correction.
The maximum prison sentence for burning your draft card was 5 years and 100,000 dollar fine should have read 10,000.
What can I say, I’ve was an English major.
Also a lot of painting with a very broad brush. I am officially a boomer, but since I was born towards the end, I had zero to do with the Vietnam war. Yet we have posters claiming that “all” boomers are trying to take credit for marching against it?
I also had nothing to do with Woodstock, didn’t hear any rock and roll until maybe the early 70’s and despite the fact that I have no control over anything, the current economy is all my fault?
Whoever said that those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it is certainly right - those who spend their time blaming the past instead of shaping the future probably only get what they deserve.
That was George Santayana. Surrendered to Sam Houston at the Battle of San Jacinto.
Santayana also played at Woodstock, if I recall correctly.
I can understand these attempts to crawl out from under the stigma via claims that you were born on the Boomer fringes, but really people, there are no exemptions on this score.
The calendar doesn’t lie - if your date of birth is between 1946 and 1964, you’re just as vile as anyone else born during that period.
Including Oboomer.
You forgot to say “down with.” You’re slipping.
Anyone who was at Woodstock is psychologically unable to remember correctly.
I think you’re one of them too.
Down with Biffy!
I was born in 1960, so although I’m a Baby Boomer I was the antithesis of a hippie: I was a Punk. Which means I can segue without hypocrisy into my new role a a cranky old man:
“No, go ahead and run on my lawn, you little cunts. It’s crawling with dog shit.”
And despite a fine edumacation, I still can’t type for shit especially when I’m in a hurry and I’ve been working outside in 109 degree weather.
Apologies.
And all of the Boomers were at Woodstock, ergo…