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‘Who Are You Calling SNOWFLAKE?’ … An UNEXPECTED Defender Of The Millennials

I want to tell you about a generation. Last week was the 73rd Anniversary of this generation landing at Normandy to take down Hitler. That said, let’s back up, a moment.

These kids on the eve of the Great Depression in 1929, from the youngest at age 7 to the oldest at 29, were self-absorbed, broke the law flagrantly as it related to adult beverages, and their elders despaired that they would ever take over the nation. They grew up in a time of dramatically increasing fascism, socialism, and worldwide unrest… AND National unrest. If anything, their drinking, dancing, and bouncing from one belief to another only fed their elders’ eye rolling and dismissal.

Behind the scenes, these kids were huge on team building, though no one called it that. Most figured they simply went out drinking and dancing together, to great excess. In this time of unrest and societal unraveling, these kids often rejected the moralizing of their elders as the bloviation of clueless old farts. In fact, they saw the unravelling as proof that their elders – parents in many cases – simply had no clue. For certain, their elders had no solutions to the unravelling or any clue about how to stop it. Pacifism, Uniformitarianism, and even Transcendentalism – actually old philosophies – seemed new and far more attractive than sitting in Sunday School or listening to a bloviating pastor in Church.

Moving into socialist thought looked like something new, as well. Since mom and dad lost everything in the stock market crash, why not level the playing field, giving to everyone according to need… As opposed to rewarding excellence with profit?

Key, perhaps, is that in their own personal dramas, these kids felt the struggle but did not see the big picture. Institutional life was being destroyed and rebuilt at a rapid pace in response to perceived threats to the nation’s survival. Most of those threats were existential in the form of financial collapse, therefore seemingly not personal beyond having to find a crappy job to pay for gas so they could go drinking and dancing with their friends.

It sounds like sour grapes to recognize that the Great Depression was kind of a good thing because it limited how much they could earn then drink away at a Speakeasy. Their votes were based more on candidate appearance, how they sounded on the radio, and the fluff of Hollywood-style presence. Little of the substance of the worldwide struggle between life and death entered their minds to shape their hearts. That’s why Pearl Harbor was such a massive ambush of their hearts and minds.

When the Japanese attacked Pearl harbor in 1941, these kids were between 19 and 41 years old. They had “enjoyed” prohibition more than most, bitched about the Great Depression more than most, and were hated by their elders more than most.

I hope all of this sounds familiar because our Millennials today team build, do prom coordination on cell phones, bitch about their elders, ignore their elders, and seem enamored of various ‘isms that defy many of the older generations’ logic brain cells.

In that context, pulling up to the big picture, President Trump’s Election is viewed by the spin cycle as a sort of elder last gasp that many Millennials joined. The left spin generators have to convict President Trump of their most flagrant lies to stop “them” in 2018 and 2020. To stop Millennials from voting for Trump in such large numbers, ever again. Never mind that Hillary was as old and butt uglier. As the unravelling continues, Russian pipelines across Syria are the real reason for that blood filled agony. If the Russ and Persians can take their pipelines to the European pipelines on the floor of the Mediterranean, selling oil against the Euro, the dollar will collapse.

Domination of Central Asia is quietly solidifying between Moscow and Tehran, each promising to support the other’s military and political aspirations. Liberty is a rare thing in human history and like the 1930s when the GI generation came of age, is perishing around the world.

In other words, today’s Generation ranging in age from 19 to 41 faces their own coming Normandy moments, just like the GI Generation of World War II. I’ve seen these kids in combat in Iraq and they are awesome! Before any of us “elder” types call them snowflakes, try having a conversation with them. We’ll never be able to criticize them into our view of righteousness, but we can make sure they are part of the Hundred Year choir of Liberty.

Choir?

You see it at Church. Prophet Boomers who went to Jesus Freak Concerts, instead of Woodstock, look up, wanting to sing about the Lord. Gen X nomads who join us in church want to sing shoulder to shoulder with the Lord. Hero Millennials who wander into church want to sing face to face with the Lord. Coming soon to a THEATER (military, not movie) near you, after a bunch of Millennials have died, like the GI Generation in World War II, they will be civic-minded builders who take over the Choir. The generation from 18 to still being born will sing of Peace. The Hundred Year Choir.

It’s awesome if us Elders will open our eyes and hearts to participate and stop calling the Millennials Snowflakes. Even when our old fart brains think they deserve it. I have four Millennial kids, they don’t think like their mother and me in a lot of ways, but they are so damn impressive that we’ve never been tempted to call them Snowflakes. Our only desire is to call them our brothers and sister in Christ so we can sing together at the wedding feast of the Lamb, not one of them missing.

Clearchus – Working on final edits for my Seventh book – Black Gladius – about the next Unraveling and rising Prophet Generation of the 2040s.

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Clearchus

About the author, Clearchus:

Clearchus is the author of three Science Fiction books: Sunigin, Insurgio and Certo (Available at Amazon) about the next Texas Revolution. He is a retired Army Field Artilleryman who was one of the last men in the U.S. Army to command an M110 8″ Howitzer firing battery. He currently designs computer networks for commercial, non-profit, and government environments. Married for 32 years to the most gorgeous babe he knows, he and his wife have four kids. Their lives and perspectives straddle military assignments, combat tours, and mission trips across Europe, Asia, and the Horn of Africa.

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