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When songs give place to sighing.

The news is grim for a young person. Fresh college grads can't find jobs. Their folks' real estate is worth half what they paid for it. There's legitimate fear attached to enlisting in the military. People are trepidatious at best with consideration to money, money, money. Revolutions here and there. Squabbling politicians at home and abroad, fist fighting in parliament and such. The constant search for a scapegoat is disheartening.

If only somebody could get organized, they may occupy Wall Street yet.

Is it any wonder when a young man fails to launch? As if video games and pornography were not emotionally paralyzing enough for a generation, now they cope with a pseudo socialist transformation and What To Do in the Meantime.

'Cause if the check's coming, hadn't we better just sit tight and wait for it? Or how much rejection can one take in a highest tech eats high tech world? And where is the moral compass in cyberspace? Shouldn't the lines be clearer in a digital age?

The industrial revolution is over There. If we move it back, do we expect a generation of gamers to leave the basement and make stuff in factories?

While stateside education is playing catch up with technology, These Kids fall behind by yesterday's standards.

They may occupy Wall Street yet. If only somebody could get organized.

Hope and change, cultural warriors, corporate greed, wannabe revolutionaries. If this ilk were the only hope for my young men, I'd be nervous.

Daniel 2: 21

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