Screwed
Every generation looks back and shakes their head at the next one. Look at them, with their long hair and marijuana cigarettes. How quaint. But the days of puritanical hand-wringing are long over. It isn’t a moral panic that elicits my disappointment, but rather a realization that the young are well and truly screwed.
I owe my son an apology for my part in his birth. On the cusp of manhood, the scales are falling from his eyes, like that fraudster Paul on the road to Damascus. Public education is shit, the environment is collapsing, we’re ruled by oligarchs and pedophiles, and technology is being leveraged to fuck us mind, body, and soul.
Look around. The population is fat, sick, and stupid. All according to plan. Fuck a car; I think I’ll get him a vasectomy for his sixteenth. Antinatalism is the only moral stance that matters today. We’re the Earth’s Stage IV cancer.