My G-g-g-g-generation January 19, 2009Posted by Mark Folse in cryptic envelopment, Dancing Bear, music, New Orleans, NOLA, Odds&Sods, Toulouse Street.
Tags: Barrack, Bill Clinton, inaguration, Moloch, My Generation, Obama, The Who
This is my generation, baby. Born in 1957 I am supposed to be the last of the true Baby Boomers, and the Clinton’s are supposed to be my generation’s President.
Their Traingularnessess represent everything that went off the tracks sometime around 1970, when the American Moloch (Moloch whose drink is Pepsi) tried to swallow and vomit back in clever shrink wrap every forward thought, every intangible positive vibration the 60s produced.
While Obama has more Clinton veterans on his dance card than Ken Starr had on his witness list, he is a much better representation of, is in some way the resurrection of the better angels of our nature that the 1960s promised.
My generation. This is my generation, baby.