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Millennials are playing their
intended role in the destruction of America.
Currently they’re the foot soldiers in the war against our culture and
our heritage. I’m not a bleeding-heart
Liberal, as most of you already know, but I have realized the Millennial’s
behavior is not the result of their own rational or even irrational thought. Instead
it’s the desired response to an external stimulus provided by their
controllers. They’re behaving as they
were programmed to behave. They’re
glorified examples of Pavlov’s dog. When
the bell rings, they salivate.
In a previous article, Millennials – Episode #001 – Bacon, that
can be downloaded here, I described my
initial confrontation with Micha, a world-class Millennial. She has that special blend of “screw you
and the horse you rode in on” surliness and that unique version of
arrogance that can only be generated by a childhood consisting of constant
praise for every minute accomplishment whether it was of a positive nature or
not. At times she reeks of “participation
trophy” disorder.
When one takes the time to chisel through the layers of armor generated
by, in her case, eighteen years of an intense indoctrination program devised by
some of the finest psychological minds on the planet, there’s an almost normal
young lady. I am learning, however, that
without frequent treatments that indoctrination layer will regenerate, and she
does drift back to her android-like state.
She’s beginning to understand this about herself and she’s not
pleased. She’s already made irreversible
mistakes in her young life due to this mental disorder that was incurred
through no fault of her own. Millennials
tend to treat other humans badly, at times, and her own mother was one of those
people. Her mom died from cancer within
the last year and she regrets not understanding how much her behavior hurt her
mom. She wishes she could take that back
and do better, or at least apologize for her actions, but she knows she can do
neither. This, will cause her problems
in the future. Those who indoctrinated
her couldn’t care less. It’s just another
of their crimes that’ll go unpunished.
Since the completion of the first article I’ve gathered some facts
about Micha. Their relevance wasn’t
always obvious, but it does sometimes make sense after more detailed
observation. I’ve visited her home,
several times, and she’s visited mine. When
visiting my home she was quick to note the certain amount of clutter that’s a
part of too many people living in a too small dwelling while subscribing to
preparedness for all eventualities and living a basic siege mentality
lifestyle. I never thought of her as
being rude or presumptuous since I’ve gotten to know her even though she can
come across that way. Many Millennials
seem to lack that filter between the brain and the mouth and Micha can be one
of those people.
When visiting her home I immediately noticed what appeared to be some
sort of shrine dedicated to the childhood of someone unknown to me. There were more than the normal amount of
children’s drawings displayed on the refrigerator and there were more framed
and hanging on the walls. Oddly, the
refrigerator art had been laminated.
There were also clay figurines displayed throughout her home. Micha has no children nor has she mentioned
having lost a child. I didn’t feel I
knew her well enough to broach what could be a painful topic, so I said
nothing.
A few weeks ago I received a text message from Micha asking if I could
stop by her home so we could talk. The
minute I walked through the door her body language hit me. The belligerent whininess from the meat
section of the grocery store was clearly shown in how she carried herself. She’d been triggered and I’d been selected to
be the object of her scorn. Niceties and
protocol be damned... she launched directly into dialog mode. It went something like this:
Micha: What do you think about what’s
happening in this country right now?
Me: Nice of you to invite me. Charley and the boys and girls are doing
fine. Thank you, my back hurts today and
I’ll take you up on that offer of a place to sit.
Micha: Oh, yeah, OK.
Me: So, what aspect of ‘what’s happening
in this country’ are you referring to?
Micha:
I mean the fact that we’re finally doing something about our racist past
and we’re realizing that America never was all that good.”
Me: You’re saying you support rioting,
burning, and looting to protest “racism,” and you believe that the random
destruction of statues and memorials is bettering our society?
Micha: Yeah, don’t you?
Me: ...and you see nothing at all wrong with that? Destroying our nation and our society is
something you support, and you believe destroying war memorials is also a
positive move?
Micha: It’s all evil and it’s all
memorializing the oppression of people of color and white supremacy. Yes, we should tear it all down and burn it
all down and then get rid of capitalism.
Me: You also support “peaceful” protests
that involve arson, destruction, and theft of someone’s property and even
injury and death to those not participating in the “peaceful” protest.
Micha: Looting’s not a crime. They’re just taking “things” and “things” can
be replaced so it’s not a crime.
Me: You never responded to my question on war memorials.
Micha: The U.S. has been involved in too many wars of aggression in support
of white supremacy so I think all of that needs destroyed as well as...
I lost track of what she was saying then. I was, again, examining the artwork plastered
all over her refrigerator. I noticed
something I’d never seen before. In the
corner of one of the pictures I saw a name scrawled... “Micha.” The childhood she was memorializing was
her own. I should
have understood that much earlier.
What I was seeing was one aspect of the indoctrination
process she’d been subjected to for eighteen years of her life. The millennials elevated sense
of self-worth is a result of that indoctrination. They’ve been praised for every accomplishment
no matter how minimal it may have been and, at
the same time, no one was allowed to punish improper behavior. I’ve always thought this was a recipe to
create entitled, opinionated little monsters.
The evidence was standing in front of me.
Now I was faced with a choice. I
didn’t know whether to hug her or bitch-slap her. I seldom think well on my feet. I come across as a lot smarter via the
written word than I do in normal life. In
writing I have time to reconsider and refine.
I needed to do something now and I was processing the evidence. I came up with a plan I hoped I could
execute. In the grocery store, in the
original episode of this story, a virtual bitch-slap did fine. Maybe I could do that again. We resumed the dialog:
Me: How about we forget this for a few
minutes. I promise you we’ll come back
to it.
Micha: Sure, I guess.
I got up and went to the refrigerator and began removing the
pictures.
Me: I don’t think these are particularly
good. Maybe just a bare door would be
good for now?
Micha: Stop that. You have no right telling me what to do.
Me: Micha, they’re childish. Why show
them off? Surely you can do better
today.
Micha: Yes, I can but I did those
when I was five years old. I think
they’re really good for a five-year-old.
Me: They are but you’re a long way from
being five.
Micha: Why should that matter. These show the progress I’ve made.
Me: Who cares about your progress? Sure you’re better now than you were then but
that doesn’t really matter.
Micha: I told you to STOP. Those are mine and you can’t get rid of them.
Me: Then explain to me why you can
tear down my statues and vandalize my memorials. They belong to all of us.
Micha: Silence
Me: While you’re at it explain this to me also. You can justify keeping these because it was
the best you could do at the time and it was part of your history... it shows
your progress, am I correct?
Micha: Yes.
Me: Many of those Civil War memorials
were honoring men who fought to abolish slavery, but you people destroy them
all. We had slaves, yes, but so did most
of the world. We were among the first to
abolish slavery, so the Civil War was a milestone. It was part of our progress. It showed we were getting better. If that’s OK for you why can’t you show me
and the rest of the country the same respect?
I need real answers. These are
not rhetorical questions. You asked me
my opinion. I just gave it to you.
Micha: I think it’s time for you to
get the f**k out of my home.
Me: Fair enough. Don’t invite me again but since I’m leaving
I’ve always loved your blender (I said as I was unplugging it.) Since taking objects that can be replaced
isn’t breaking the law you’ll have to consider this blender liberated. Notice I’m doing this without setting fire to
anything.
I took my new blender and walked out the door. I left it on her back stoop. I didn’t want the blender, but I did want to
make another point. Then I stuck my head
back in the door.
Me: ...and if I ever find out you’ve desecrated any monument honoring any of
our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, or coast guardsmen I will come back
here and do you bodily harm. Do you
understand me?
Micha: Silence
Me: Do you understand me?
Micha: Yes.
Two days later her husband, Todd, called me from work. I apologized to him. I said I’d probably gone overboard. He told me that he got the impression that
I’d really beaten the snot out of her, again.
He also quickly added that it had worked and that it may have worked too
well. She realized how far off track
she’d been and was deeply sorry and, more importantly, extremely embarrassed;
possibly too embarrassed to see me again.
He explained I’d become the big sister she never had and, at the same time,
some sort of Mom replacement. His best
attempt at further description was that the situation was weird. I waited another two days and called her on
the phone. I hate text messaging. I was a little surprised when she answered
her phone. I asked her if she wanted to
go shopping. She said she didn’t think
I’d want to be around her. I said I just
invited her shopping so I must be over it.
She asked what we were shopping for and I said I had no idea. Then she asked, “Can we go gun shopping?” I knew we were OK then... at least until the
next meltdown.
I told Charley the whole story and the only question he asked was, “What
are you going to do the next time, put her across your knee and spank her?” I said that thought had come to mind. He gave me that “look” and I knew where his
mind was. Sometimes I think all men are
perverts.
Just a reminder. These poor kids
have little to do with what they are. Their
lives have been hijacked. We entrusted
the state to take care of our children for us.
Many of us were glad to send them off to school and let the television
baby-sit them at other times. We trusted
without verifying what was actually happening.
This is what we got back, severely damaged little robots programmed to
follow their Leftist leaders. Of all the
crimes committed against humanity the ones concerning children are the most
heinous. These are the secrets they
guard the most closely. I believe they
realize if the details of these crimes were to become public there wouldn’t be
enough ropes nor enough lamp posts to go around. To these monsters our children were just
another commodity.
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