Baby Boomers have ruined the world.it's time for REVENGE

I have a question for Boomers. You've been here how long? I got here in 1979 when I was 23 from the downtown Chicago. I lived in a cold water squat. That's how I lived and that's how you live and it's a drag, but go on. Is New York more dangerous now or back then?

Good question. I would say far, far, far less dangerous. It's Mad Max Thunderdome out there now. So you think this is more madness than back then when you just used to go buy some heroin? I think we should all carry weapons. Guns are not—I mean, guns are illegal because of the government, but hey.

Oh yeah, what do you think of that, Jerry? I'm not even looking.

Yeah, see, it's illegal, a switchblade. So is living in a squat, but you did it, Jerry. This is the last stop with Kareem Rama. This episode is presented by Recess with guests comedian Neil, who wants to kill his dad, Riz Queen, Brenda Colton, legendary art Grump Jerry Sals, joined by the N-wielding Boomer-loving Ian F Dan, and your host, Kareem Rama.

What's up, everyone? Welcome to the last stop with Kareem Rama, the most sophisticated show about the stupidest subject. I'm your host, Kareem Rama, and we've got a great episode for you today. Baby boomers, or baby for short, are people who were born right after World War II basking in the glory of winning the war. Got people horny. It made dudes rock hard and their ladies soaking wet, so they fuck like rabbits. And that's how we ended up with this generation of crusty, spoiled party animals. Look, I get it. I get hard just thinking about it. Boomers were at least better than their parents, who were known as the greatest generation. Those cocky fucks who calls themselves that? They thought that they were so great because they fought the Nazis, man. We all would have fought the Nazis. You don't get credit for doing something that we'd all do. That'd be like me calling myself the greatest lover of all time just because I go down on women. But that's disgusting. I would never do something like that. I don't know about you. I don't know why old people still feel the need to have such strong opinions. If you retire from work, you should also have to retire from society. The second I retire, no more opinions, no more posting online, no more voting, no more anything. In fact, just kill me. Noose around the neck. I'm done. Boomers really did a number on the world. Something about climate change, financial crises, George Bush, computers, and a bunch of other shit. And it seems like they had a great time doing it, which is fucking awesome. They did so many Quaaludes that we can't even get them anymore. Some cultures think it's important to respect your elders, but I disagree. We used to need elders just because they were the only ones who knew the stuff that happened in the past. Now, anything you would have turned to an elder about, there's a three-part Netflix documentary series about it. So who needs them? Sorry, Mom. At this point, it seems the only fair thing we can do with Boomers is punish them in cruel and unusual ways. Let's discuss the logistics. Bring me the take.

Oh, thank you very much. Where's the take? All right, guys, this is Neil's take. Uh, we're playing it. I think uh, Boomers have ruined the world, no doubt about it. So I'm thinking we need to like institute some new rules in order to level the playing field for the rest of us, okay?

Right. So I'm thinking when you get your Social Security check, you start losing your rights? When you turn 65 and get a Social Security check, you start losing your rights? That was improvised thinking like you can't vote. Uh, you can't run for office and you can't be in the military. Actually, mandatory military service for Boomers.

I like this. This is good. It's like reverse reparations. No, not at all.

No, camera guy saying no. He's like, "No, no, no, no, no." It's not at all. So I'm thinking too, like, we ban—ban on reading glasses. Well, then we got to take the driver's licenses away. Take away driver's license.

Okay, but here, we can't be unfair, right? Like, maybe we should. I'm thinking we think of a way for Boomers to get their rights back so they can pull themselves up by them bro straps. Pull themselves up by the bro straps, and they can participate in like a Boomer Squid Game. I like it. Okay, so here's like some of the Squid Game challenges that I think you could do. You would have to um, take a dab, um, like a—like a smoke dab. Uh, drink one of those like Panera charged lemonades. And then like, take a culture and society class, cut by T McCrae.

I like it. I do want to say I want to exempt Dolly Parton from all of this. What about your father?

No, he's got to do it. Sorry, Bubba. Sorry, Pops. You're going on Squid Games. Do you stand by everything you said with these two wonderful people in the room? Well, first of all, I didn't know what we were doing here today, so I didn't know that this is gonna—say this. I didn't know that this was going to be a defense on my take.

Neither did we. I think it's fair. It comes from a—it's fair. Murdering a generation of people is fair.

It's not murder. There's—there's it's a slow trick. A challenge. There's a challenge aspect to it and there's a trickling of your um loss of citizenship—essentially loss of right at being—loss of right of being Squid Games? I mean, it would be the shortest series ever made.

Did you do a dab before you did this? I wish. Really what it came from was this idea that I had of just term limits, you know? In politics there should be term limits. You kind of expound on it and make it to—and then death to the rest of us, I guess. I would say defend Millennials.

Oh, wow. Yeah, that's a great question. That's a great Boomer take. That's a great take, Jerry. I don't know if I can. Maybe the whole take is just eliminate society altogether.

Yeah, well, that isn't a take. I don't—I don't mean to not be funny. You're nailing it, Jerry. I love it. I just want to say, of course, every generation's job is to loathe and resent the generation that comes before it. It's how we individuate. It's how we become full humans. Hate away. Know that you, in turn, are totally hated by the generations that follow. But I would also answer: Civil Rights, Black Liberation, Gay Liberation, women's Liberation, queer liberation, post-colonialism, boom, Post-Muhammad Ali, Bob Dylan, Metallica, Jolly Parton—Parton. We had a run, damn. What you're really saying? And then I'll be done?

Let them cook. Let them cook. You have to come and take our jobs. I, of course, should no longer be in our art critic for New York Magazine. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. Your words, not ours. But it's the next generation's job to write me out of those jobs. Not to say we want the good real estate. We want the good jobs. We want this. We wanted it too. I grew up poor. You grew up poor. Nobody likes being poor. I'm sorry. I want you to win. Like, come take our jobs. The problem is New York Magazine is not willing to pay us for anything.

How much do you want to be paid? At least like 35 an hour in the city of New York.

What are you, a union elevator operator? What are you talking about? Fuck you. When I was the senior art critic for the Village Voice, the number one job in the machine at that time, I made $40,000 a year. But that was in 1943?

No, was in the year 2005. I just think the terms are a little skewed. And my answer wasn't Boomer. I'm just saying let's all get to work, you big babies. Yes, yes. If anything, the Boomers put you in a position to work your ass off because life is hard. Be harder.

Okay, I got to get harder. Yeah. What generation are you? What year are you born? Eight. The last day.

'84? You're like a Millennial. I'm on your side. You fuck is a Boomer?

You're trans-Boomer. I'm trans-generational. Your music's too loud on the subway. You know, it's—you're spoiled.

Oh, wow. How old were you when you had your first job? 14. Same.

All right, same, same. What was your first job? Mowing lawns. Well, that was at like 11.

Oh, at 11? That's incredible. Really? Yeah, no, no. I got a lawnmower. I got my Mom's van. I got my dad's lawnmower. They lived together. They were married. Mine died. I got it in the—I'm kidding. And then I made a flyer and I drove around. Wait, I didn't drive around. I was 11. What was—