The Baby Boomer's Nightmare

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I had a dream.

I was startled to find myself with a group of art club members assembled at a local tea shop while they were discussing the benefits of fiber in their diet.

Suddenly their conversation became jubilant when one mother raved about how proud she was of her son. Seems the son graduated from college some ten years ago and has been living at home with her ever since. Unwilling to look for employment, he would shut himself in his bedroom where he would play video games, seldom change his clothes, or shower. Many days he would never leave his room and expected that his food and drink be brought to his room.

As the mother continued her story, she realized that many others at the tea shop gathering had sons and daughters like her own. They all shared the same misery of their adult children (sometimes including their own children) living at home, consuming the parents groceries, and never contributing anything to anyone.

Their jubilancy grew as some of the art club members announced that thier children finally left home, taking nothing more than a backpack full of groceries and their bicycle, before heading off to join the local Occupy movement. Suddenly they were about to stand on their own two feet, just like President Obama and Nacy Pelosi encouraged them to do.

So proud were the mothers of the children that they quickly changed the locks on the doors!

So suddenly I awoke realizing that those worthless scumbags were now my problem.
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