Could the Corona Virus Spark a Generational War?

Just a thought

On a week’s visit to Daytona in 2017, it struck me that pretty much all younger people I had dialog with there, addressed me as “Sir”.

That made me a little nervous.

Anyone calling me sir makes me nervous. That’s why it struck me.

Why should anyone address another as sir?

Real folk doing real amazing things for the world don’t need to be validated.

That just makes them nervous.

But I digress.

The thing is, it seemed to me that these younger folk that I met in Daytona were actually afraid of their elders.

When I asked why the magnificent beaches of Daytona were pretty much empty, devoid of people, the answer I got was that it wasn’t much fun on the beach.

Drinking and smoking on the beach was prohibited.

I was told the beaches were patrolled by police Drones to enforce that rule.

Drones equipped with tazers.

Hence the beaches were empty.

Even the streets were empty.

There were very few bars, or other places most of us in the older bracket enjoyed when younger.

The only beach-side bar I could find, after walking along several miles of beach, was full of folk about my age. Folk I would describe as aging hippies.