I think I have a reason why some of us are cranky, and Cliff pointed it out. Look at the calander.

How many of us remember that by the year 2000, we would have:
flying cars
commercial space travel
SSTs
space colonies (orbital and Lunar)
pioneer bases on Mars and the start of asteroid mining
fusion power
no more dependence on hydrocarbons
cybernetic implants, both theraputic and enhancing
cure for cancer
a culture where your merit, your achievement is rewarded
an end to famine
an end to war
an end to poverty
an end to discrimination
an end to stupidity

Lets face, we were lied to our entire childhood. But those were dreams, they were things to work for. OK, so maybe we didn't succeed, but we've tried and we're still trying.

And now were are surrounded by kids who don't even have dreams beyond being the next pop/porn star. Half the current generation thinks that a credit card with a 19% interest rate is a good deal, becuase they can't think! Those that can have spent thier lives having thier souls and imagination crushed by an education system that has turned into theraputic therapy for morons. No one wants peace to have peace- they are scared of a draft and of having a low number. They don't care about people starving, or getting sick, so long as it isn't them. They don't care about anything but thier own security and comfort. They not only don't care that they might not have a brave new world- they don't WANT one!

I applaud the teachers, and the scout leaders, and the coaches that try to teach these little *censored* think. I dont blame them. I blame the safety-firsters and every parent who thinks that thier kid is going to grow up to be a rocket scientist, despite having an IQ that is barely room tempurature. I blame the people who can't be bothered to potty train thier little geniuses, much less teach them thier last name, before they go to kindergarten. I blame the people who never read to thier kids, who never bought them blocks, but gave the little punks thier own TVs with ALL the cable channels at age 10. I blame the people who think that worshiping mediocrity is a good thing- what the hell are they smoking?!

And yes, there are days where I take out a sheet that I painted a bullseye on, and stretch it out on the lawn. And sit next to it, with classic music or opera playing, a big bottle of tea made with loose leaves and real lemon and honey, reading a good book, and every so often looking up and taunting the asteroids. I know one is out there, it's waiting, just for us, but the bloody coward just won't come down here and show us what it's made of.