I’m middle-aged and pathetic, but most of the time, I still feel like I’m 25. (Assuming I’m not near a mirror, or course. That kills the ol’ fantasy pretty quickly.)
I still have the same stupid thoughts and silly dreams of my youth.
Other than mirrors, the fastest way to disabuse yourself of the fantasy of still being young is to talk to a REAL young person: Holy [feces]!
Hanging out with a real young person makes you feel like a frickin’ dinosaur.
Because, the truth is, we’re generational strangers. Today’s kids are growing up in a world I never experienced — which is sometimes for the better, but very often for the worse.
I’m envious of my teenage sons: I would’ve loved today’s tech! When I went to the bathroom in the 1980s, I’d sometimes have to read the back of a shampoo bottle, because that’s all there was. (Oh, the humanity.) I’d watch the same dopey TV shows and HBO movies over and over again, because there was nothing else to watch.
Kids today, with their smartphones, social media, and Internet, don’t have a chance to experience boredom. They’re constantly bombarded with new content, more stimuli, and unlimited entertainment options.
It’s probably unhealthy.
Aside from my two boys, one of my favorite young people is the bartender at the neighborhood pub. He’s in his mid-20s, has blonde rockstar hair, and is smart as a whip.
I like him a lot. He’s a good egg who could have a bright future.
But he’s also a hardcore liberal, and is 100% convinced that his generation is totally screwed.
He hates capitalism and yearns for socialism. He believes Israel is guilty of genocide. He thinks President Trump is a dictator. And on a micro-level, he’s convinced the deck is so badly stacked against his generation, there’s no chance in Hades he’ll ever be able to afford a home of his own.
And so he doesn’t try.
I wish I could tell you I’m such a dazzling, persuasive conversationalist, I’ve been able to convince him otherwise. But I can’t. I might see this kid a few hours a week, tops — which can’t come close to competing with the 24/7 TikTok drumbeat telling him all hope is lost, capitalism is evil, and America’s best days are done.
Which means, he’ll probably have a crappy life. Self-fulfilling prophecies are a real thing.
It’s New Age and gets kinda silly at times, but Richard Bach’s “Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah,” is one of my all-time favorite books. There’s a line in it: “Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they’re yours.”
It’s a helluva quote.
Had my bartender-buddy been instilled with a traditional set of values — that in America, the only thing that matters is how hard you work, how big you dream, and how much you pray — I don’t think he’d be fetching me (lots of) drinks on a Wednesday afternoon.
I suspect he’d be following an entirely different path — one that he’d be far prouder of.
There’s a confidence crisis rippling across our younger generations. Liberals and/or anti-American forces have, quite literally, stolen their hopes and dreams. It’s the cruelest, most destructive thing you could ever do to a young person, and I hate them for it.
I don’t know how to save this lost generation.
PRedictions: September 2025 will be the last gasp of Kamala Harris’ relevancy. We’re 18 days away from her big, 15-city international book tour — with stopovers in New York, London, Toronto, San Francisco, and (if you’re lucky) a town near you.
Her publisher almost certainly insisted on something newsworthy, in order to justify her advance. (The juicier the better.) But that’s not really Harris’ M.O.
She’s one of the most risk-averse politicians in recent memory.
So I’ll imagine they’ll gin-up an anecdote or two. Probably nothing revelatory about President Autopen Biden’s decline — and nary a whisper about a White House cover-up, of course. Maybe a low-level target will get tossed under the bus.
There’s a PR formula for these things: A politician (ghost)writes a book, use it as an excuse to hit the media and tour the country, and when the book sells well and/or you draw big crowds, it proves your political bona fides: Clearly, the people are begging you to run for president!
But if the book doesn’t sell well, the opposite is true.
Barring any jaw-dropping revelations, I just don’t see the demand for a Kamala Harris tell-all. And really, what could she say without implicating herself in the Biden health cover-up?
There’s no there there.
Which is why her book will sell embarrassingly poorly, she’ll attract minimal crowds, and the ratings of her TV appearances will be woefully unimpressive. (We’ll see if she’s desperate enough to book an appearance on Fox News or “The Joe Rogan Experience.” Personally, I doubt it, even though it’d be her smartest PR move.)
And then… she’ll be gone. No presidential run, nothing further in politics.
PRojections: Now, if AOC were to write a tell-all book, there’d be lines of liberals around the block. The New York congresswoman has an entirely different relationship with her party’s grassroots supporters.
Kamala Harris is what she always was: The perfect political bio/genotype for the Left, but, alas, trapped within a dreadfully unlikeable vessel.
PRaise: To President Trump for giving the go-ahead to strike Venezuelan drug smugglers, turning ‘em into fish food:
President Trump has shared video of a deadly U.S. military strike on a drug smuggling vessel from Venezuela, which killed 11 people.
— gCaptain (@gCaptain) September 2, 2025
On Truth Social, Trump stated: "Earlier this morning, on my Orders, U.S. Military Forces conducted a kinetic strike against positively identified… pic.twitter.com/dHoVn1bjoE
Naturally, the mainstream media protested. The ABC News headline — “White House grounds for strike on alleged drug boat is a murky legal issue” — is emblematic of their take.
And other than Sen. John Fetterman (D-Penn.), most Democrats echoed the media. In their eyes, Trump’s actions fit quite snugly in their preexisting narrative of him being a rudderless, unbound dictator, and they simply couldn’t resist the urge to attack everything Trump does.
Fine. Let ‘em side with the drug smugglers and argue about legal nuance.
Meanwhile, President is a man of action, keeping our cities clean, protecting our people.
This issue is a big winner for MAGA — and a stone-cold loser for the left.
PRedators: We’ve gone from Hawk Tuah to Dak Tuah. In case you missed the NFL season opener, before the Dallas Cowboys offense had even left their huddle, Philadelphia Eagles defensive tackle Jalen Carter hawked a loogy on quarterback Dak Prescott:
Here is Jalen Carter spitting on Dak Prescott: pic.twitter.com/4F5BjEDLHf
— Adam Schefter (@AdamSchefter) September 5, 2025
Jalen Carter was widely considered the most talented player in the 2023 NFL Draft, but fell to the Eagles at #9 because of character concerns, which included — among other things — racing cars on public streets, which resulted in the deaths of two people, including a teammate.
Stay classy, Philly.
