Our grandparents survived the Depression and gave Hitler a stomping. Our parents invented Woodstock and made the cops invent tear gas. We watched TeeVee and played Atari, and our children are swaddled in bubble wrap. Devolution in four generations; sic transit gloria mundi.
Four sentences. An unpleasant truth wrapped therein, delivered with a heaping helping of snark and a side-dish of irony to boot.
All hail Tamara, goddess of the snark...
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