George
I’m not one to rave on about “the good old days”, but during the past year, I have become more and more disillusioned with my fellow beings, especially the young. I know we were all young once and assumed we had all the answers. Of course, most of our declarations would not stand the scrutiny of our elders. It was expressed as the exuberance of youth. We would grow out of our cockiness when we confronted the challenges adulthood presented. The real world would slap us across our faces and demand we return to planet Earth. And most of us did. This occurred because our elders recognised our youthful presumptions for what they were and thankfully ignored us. It now appears that some moronic adults are searching for guidance from these same generational upstarts. In fact, it is worse than that: these same generational upstarts are accessing positions of power and through their juvenile ineptitude are destroying our country.
In my day I, along with the vast majority of high school leavers, went straight into employment and we usually started on the end of a broom. We advanced up the ranks as our potential was recognised, or for some, the broom remained their constant companion. Promotion was not gifted it was earned. The very few who went to university or training college were committed to a predetermined professional career. They became fully trained doctors, nurses, lawyers and school teachers. The rest of us kept the wheels of commerce turning. Yes, they were “the good old days”. Order within the ranks. When the vast majority of us entered the workforce we adhered to disciplines that soon removed our insolence. We had entered the world of adulthood. Today so many of our young skip this natural progression into adulthood by choosing to remain in the womb of the university set. They achieve perceived qualification through meaningless degrees that are practically worthless in the real world. They would never be seen on the end of a broom. They are educated apparently. So much so, one became Prime Minister of New Zealand. A position not earned but gifted. She has a degree in communications yet struggles to assemble a coherent sentence which hasn’t been written by others.
Now we have the UN fawning over a sixteen-year-old juvenile nitwit who is still at high school. This is insane. Put a broom in her hand, pay her minimum wage, and if she has any potential she will progress. In the meantime, I will dream about “the good old days” when this child would have been ignored and sent to her room.