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Seems like every ten years (when the year ends in the number seven), the Boomers engage in an orgy of self-congratulatory garbage.

I remember back in 1987 - you could NOT get away from all the damned "Summer of Love" remembrances and tributes.

Didn't catch any of the hype in 1997, because I was too busy trying to just survive.

That said, I must add that I am absolutely sick and tired of the damned smugness and sense of entitlement of the Spoiled Generation. We Gen-X'ers have had to claw and fight and scratch for everything we've got.

Seems like every ten years (when the year ends in the number seven), the Boomers engage in an orgy of self-congratulatory garbage.

Note, that statement properly applies to the boomers who work in the media. It happens that these are precisely the ones who were stoned out of their gourds in '67. What they think they remember likely has little resemblance to anything in the real world.

Conservative boomers thought then, as we do now, that hippies stink. For my part, I spent the Sixties wanting to go to the moon, but the unreconstructed Summer-of-Love nostalgia freaks currently running the media hardly noticed the space program while it was underway, and apparently the only mission they know anything about now is Apollo 13.

Houston, somebody's got a problem.