A couple of weeks ago the voters of New York’s 14th Congressional district, in a spasm of petulant unwisdom, elected to the House of Representatives one Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, a garrulous, bug-eyed Jacobin ignoramus not even out of her twenties. Today I learned that the United Nations has appointed Millie Bobbie Brown, a television actress only fourteen years of age, to be UNICEF’s “youngest-ever goodwill ambassador”.
This follows closely upon months of our being lectured, from every mainstream-media pulpit, by an intensely irritating blister of a boy by the name of David Hogg, who somehow got himself anointed the nation’s moral and philosophical authority on the banning of guns. This pestiferous little tick is all of eighteen years old.
We need, I think, a new word for what it seems the nation is becoming, so I’ll offer one: a juvenocracy.
How can this be happening? The answer is that, for several decades now, we have so aggressively sawed off, denounced, and rejected all of our nation’s and culture’s past, that even living adults are now far too embedded in it to be allowed any influential role in the present.
The result? Juvenocracy. Get used to it, you old farts.
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They say, “comes the hour, comes the man”.
I guess we need someone to keep driving the car towards the abyss; Ocasio-Cortez steps up.
Reminds me of the train into the tunnel disaster from Atlas Shrugged: the leaders needed someone to send the train on; they found an Ocasio-Cortez in the telegraph office to pass on the orders.
Let’s not go “Wild in the Streets”
Some British comedy writers noticed that it seems to have been trending that way for a while.