“TODAY AS I START OUT MY FIRST DAY as a Boomer Boomer, I will take on a new name. I was—I was. But now I am. I am. I am Isaac Abramson. Every day for the rest of my life, from this day forward, when a Boomer fist brought the word of the Lord to my face, I will be Isaac Abramson. God told Abram to go to the top of Mt. Moriah, to take Isaac there for the sacrifice. Abram did as He said. He would have done it. He would have picked up that knife and put it through his son’s chest if at the last minute God hadn’t said to stop, hadn’t given him the lamb for the sacrifice in Isaac’s place.
“We are all Isaac now. Sacrificial lambs every one of us, to the person. Your baby boomer parents are all Abraham, every one of them. Remember every day of your life that they aren’t afraid to take you to the top of Mt. Moriah for sacrifice to keep their jobs. Their way of life. The knife they wield is the debt they’ve accrued, the seventeen trillion dollars in debt in the form of Social Security and in Medicare, another three trillion-plus still accruing from these wars they’ve gotten us into. We didn’t vote for it. We weren’t old enough.
“They did.
“We are all lying on the altar. But there is a difference: Isaac did not know what Abraham’s intentions were. He had not heard the voice of the whirlwind in his ear.
“We have.
“I am the whirlwind.
“Hear me in your ear.
“We have heard the voice of the whirlwind. I will be the voice of the whirlwind. I will be the Behemoth, I will be the Leviathan, I will speak from your desktop in the words of a burning bush, in the sound of the flood and the force of the deluge. I will be Isaac Abramson, Isaac son of Abraham. Hear the whirlwind.”
“Social Insecurity.
“I am Boomer1. We are all boomers now.
“Resist much, obey little.
“Propaganda by the deed.
“Boom boom.”