Not just the youth.

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True, I think Mr. Whittle hits some fine chords.  I think the direction is correct, as a general rule.  One of the things I like about life around here is that these kids are taught these things.  There aren't as many as there used to be, but there are many children, compared to the rest of America.  With greater numbers comes less coddling.  They are loved, tended, and perhaps spoiled a bit, but not any more than a solid middle class and just two parents can support.  But they have chores, they have parents that expect work, have demands on quality, and push.  They are taught to shoot, to hunt perhaps, to butcher animals, they see the nitty-gritty of life.


The baby boomers were the first true beginnings of the coddled age.  My generation came next and it went downhill from there.  I have tried, and continue to push, to find more, do more, be responsible for myself in as many ways as possible.  But I realize I am coddled.  I hate it, I fight it.  Health is not on my side.  But I won't use that as a full excuse.  On the other hand, I am grateful.  I know what those men do.  Add in the military, and some aspects of the intelligence services (not the ones who needless watch us).  People do hard things, every day, so that I can put gas in my vehicle, maintain that vehicle so that the gas works, then drive it to the store to buy meat that is all set up.  Well, and I am free to do so, mostly, so far, I think?  Or milk, or video games, or whatever.  I'd be in there with them, but that is no longer an option.  Yes, grateful.  If I am ungrateful about something, it is having a government that insists on coddling, but coddling the worst of the lot, those who think they deserve.  Not even I think I deserve.  It just wasn't my call or I wouldn't be writing this post.