If someone is in their twenties and bitching that is understandable; they have inherited a world where there's much to bitch about. However, someone who's in their forties or fifties had better have a damn good excuse as to why they were not taking to the streets decades ago. Those assholes left a wrecked country to their progeny. For them to start whining now is a bit of the Johnny-come-lately.
Thank you for the mirth.
When you are in your forties or fifties, if you are lucky, you will look at that statement and see how utterly and embarrassingly precious that makes you sound.
Until then, enjoy. We all get to be the first people ever born who 'get it' in our twenties.
Now, go 'take it to the streets.' Get out the paper mache, the tempura, and go throw yourself a Big Headed Puppet Parade.
You know; 'change the world' -- via street theatre, when not at our day job at the video store, or living in Mom's basement playing WoW.
When I was 'in my twenties' I wasn't whining about what I wasn't handed by others as my 'inheritance.' ('inheritance?' You need to go cry on Jeeves The Butler's shoulder...)
I quit my crappy job, have been signing both sides of my paycheck ever since I was 26.
You whining because I didn't, instead, pave the way for you and arrange for there to be a nice, comfortable job/world waiting for you in the endless Thirteenth Grade of Life? You know, that 'world' created by others, that some 'inherit?'
Christ, you make me glad I have no employees...
Have a great life, waiting and whining about your missing 'inheritance.' 'Wrecked country?' The opportunities that exist in today's economies are too countless to list--they just aren't the same opportunities that existed ten minutes ago. I have no concept at all of what you could possibly be bitching about. I tell you, I once worked in a steel plant, it's not all that it is cracked up to be.
What you really need, to gain some perspective on our 'wrecked' country, is maybe 15 minutes in Bangladesh. You won't even need to wander too far away from Zia to figure it all out.
Maybe in your thirties, like me.
Good luck, Precious. Don't be too hard on yourself when you look back at making those twenty-sounding statements, we all did it. Jesus, the sixties was filled to the brim with Change This Screwed Up World puddingheadedness. In our twenties, we just can't understand why someone hasn't long done something about all the stupidity, crime, ignorance, poverty, dumbassdom... in the world. As if.
If you are very lucky, you aren't going anywhere we haven't already been. Maybe. But not my problem. Good luck with your journey. And your realization, that the only person in this always much to bitch about world you can actually change is yourself, unless you want to whip out the guns, which is far too often the choice made...