I'm already on record as not being particularly a fan of my own Baby Boomer generation. We're a bunch of Peter Pans; we've never wanted to grow up and, despite our balding heads and bulging bellies, we never have. I break out in a cold sweat in the middle of the night when I contempate that fact that Boomers are running both my church and my country, and generally making a mess of both.
Fellow-Boomer Victor Davis Hanson, whom I am not familiar with but who apparently writes for National Review, has rather lucidly explicated the failings of our generation here. (Hat tip to T19.) Read it and weep.