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Dear 50+ “conservative” humans, WRT participation trophies &c:

I got a bunch, because I grew up in a place that didn’t value the things I was good at (there were, and are, some of those).

It never made me feel special, or included, or in any way better. They were an insult, a token of my failure that -adults- obliged me to prize in order to spare their precious feelings. Poor middle aged person who cannot run 20 metres, you had to be less nice to a child than you would ideally like. Boo fucking hoo.

What I’m saying here is that I had to spare your shitty feelings the first time around. I’ve spent 30 years living under the weight of “kids these days”. I have supported myself, or been within mutually supporting relationships, for going on half of that. I’ve seen friends succeed and fail. I’ve seen good people brought low by the greed and fear of the ageing and aggressively mediocre. And now I get to live in the post-factual world, a moral and political wasteland into which we all are driven by the unequal distribution of wealth, from which you all benefit, and to which my entire generation is subject. Reagan and Thatcher are what you’ve sown - Trump and Farage, what we must, apparently, reap.

So:

I’m sick of your shit. Fuck off and die. Failing that, stop voting and/or writing Op Eds. Let us finish the work of picking up after you without making any more mess. We’ll manage, we’re used to it. Just fucking go. For everyone’s sake (but mostly ours).

Sincerely,
Me.