I can’t help wondering what the generation who fought the Great War and lived through the Depression would have thought of the never ending whining coming from we baby-boomers and our offspring. We whine about not being able to water our gardens while, daily, thousands of children die from drinking water that’s probably dirtier than our raw sewage.
The parents of the baby-boomers sit round and reminisce about watching ships blowing up at night in Atlantic convoys, sitting in trenches with bits of their dead mates or all the friends they lost under German bombs, while the most overweight, well fed, pampered generations in history complain that the Carbon Tax is going to cost them $9 a week and government is only going to give them $10 a week in compensation.
We should have guessed what was coming when we had to idiot-proof the entire world by placing warnings on venetian blind cords ‘not to hang yourself with them’ and warning people ‘not to place plastic bags over their heads’.
Ok, I know I’m whining about whining but maybe Julia could put a tax on whining, then maybe, just maybe, we’d all simply shut up and get on with life.
Adrian Wollaston,
Lighthouse Beach
