Everything Old is New Again (and as a rule better)

As someone spat out of the tail end of the baby boom I realize that the last thing any of you kids today want to hear is how great our generation is and was. While you are a technologically superior race and have taken superficial bodily harm (piercing, cutting, tattoos etc.), and apathy to new levels take a look at your parents, teachers and other 50 to 60 year olds. The ones who seem a little slow? Maybe it's encroaching old age but more likely is that they spent two decades in a stupefying haze of drugs and self-abasement, (often by themselves in their basement) doing serious harm to their brains and other vital organs.
We grew up in a period of tremendous creativity and rebellion where even finding and availing oneself of porn required the mind of a keen and dedicated strategist. This was especially important for those who weren't privy to the sexual revolution's bounty of pre-AIDS indiscriminate sex. That's right...many of your folks were sluts!! (and that includes man whores).
As we head inexorably towards retirement we are comforted by the knowledge that there is strength in numbers. We will get our due, vote in the people we want to do our bidding, sap the earth of it's last natural and financial resources and then die more or less comfortably. The rest of you youngsters are screwed!! (sorry kids). I suggest the more brilliant among you should get to work on terraforming the moon ASAP...we won't be around to bail you out!!
What about music? After all I did post a clip of Focus doing their hit "Hocus Pocus" (by Focus).
It's there mostly to remind the children that their parents were freaks. That lunatic, brilliant pianist is now a fat, bald, old man as is the guy shredding on guitar and yet way back in the 70's they rocked very hard and with more creative, individualistic energy than anything going today.
That song was actually a commercial hit and got radio airplay. I defy anyone to find a comparable situation at present. If you do I will personally come to your house, eat 2 hash brownies, and do an hour and a half long, self-indulgent drum solo. Promise.