Baby Boomers, also known as the pig in the population python, are finally getting a chance at a notable accomplishment other than that swine wallow called Woodstock: they are committing suicide in such numbers that they may yet save Medicare and Social Security from bankruptcy.
““We’ve been a pretty youth-oriented generation,” said Bob Knight, professor of gerontology and psychology at the University of Southern California, who is also a baby boomer. “We haven’t idealized growing up and getting mature in the same way that other cohorts have.” Even as they become grandparents and deal with normal signs of getting old, such as hearing and vision losses, many boomers are reluctant to accept the realities of aging, Knight said.”
Well, boo hoo. Just off yourself without making another big mess for someone else to clean up, okay? In case you’re wondering, I am not a Boomer. Born in 1944, I just missed becoming another porker in the big reptile. Fortunately. And being preoccupied in Viet Nam at the time, I also missed Woodstock, for which I have always been thankful.
Via Vox Popoli.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
Hm… so Hanoi Jane’s promises of eternal youth fail short after all.
Heh. I expect her mirror informed her of that shortfall long ago. Now all she has left is copious pancake and rouge. Or plastic surgery if she can afford it. In which case she’d better not forget the neck-lift. That alligator neck is always a giveaway.
The numbers on the suicide rate show another bait-&-switch criticism of the Iraq & Afghan wars. Among other things, the claim that veterans are offing themselves in great numbers (& I would dispute that compared to like numbers in the civilian population, & for reasons not associated with the military) usually don’t happen to mention that a good number of them, perhaps the majority, are over the age of 50.
My birth fell just over the cusp of the Boomer generation (1950), but I was raised by older parents (I was a very late “surprise”) in a rural area that was populated by people generally older than my parents, so my milieu was more like the 1930s than the 1950s. I’ve always actively repudiated the stupid, self-centered & entitled excesses of my cohort, which I maintain didn’t really surface until the coming of age of those born several years after I was. That is a matter of attitude, not birth date.
I know from long personal association with the snooze media that they do NOT like the military, most of them have scrupulously avoided serving in it, and they are enticed by any story, even the hint of story, that makes the military look bad because it matches their own beliefs. Hence that Abu Ghraib thing that went on and on, week after week. It wasn’t just Bush hatred.