First came the baby boomers, then Boomer Esiasin, and now the boomer in chief, who is sixty years old today. While many baby boomers have pretty much remained babies, or babes in the woods, so to speak, nestled in their McMansions when they're not riding around in their SUVs drinking frothy Frappuccinos while talking on their cell phones all politically correct but oblivious to any real politik around them, our boomer in chief surpasses all other boomer blips and therefore richly deserves his otherwise humorous mantle. By now, in fact, at his big 6-0, he has even managed to mature from a spoiled rich kid into a full-fledged, state-sanctioned juvenile delinquent ("characterized by antisocial behavior that is beyond parental control"). He has matured slowly but steadily into this advanced state of blooming delinquency from a carefully nurtured background of privileged hubris, vamping idiotically in front of home video cameras as a teenager to drinking his way through Yale and an aimless young adulthood, armed forces reserve obligation and token governorship, with an occasional toke, and finally stumbling into the White House with some wayward chads. And now he finds himself thoroughly out of his depth (classic Peter Principle), unable to read or even speak effectively, lacking any historical perspective with which to evaluate world events, shooting from the hip and missing every shot. You name it, he's missed them all, from diplomacy, education, health care and pharmaceuticals to gas and oil and death and taxes to the war on terror and a random invasiion of Islam. Clinton balanced the budget, and now in just six years this reckless boomer in chief has racked up the biggest federal budget deficit in our country's history. Inevitably, of course, we’re all going to have to pick up the pieces or in his case clean up the mess.
