To After Eight,
As I am undoubtedly one of your "young people," it might hearten you to know my (public) HS history class spent a whole week discussing the debate between Hamiltonian, urban, centralized economics and Jeffersonian, rural, agrarian economics. The backgrounds of each man's governing philosophy, the policy differences, the resulting course of history and who's influence is seen where today.
Whatever it was you learned when you were young that taught you to be so arrogant and judgmental, and to cast aspersions on entire generations without batting an eye, I am glad that was expunged from my education at least. I certainly know many elders who are wise and considerate, and wouldn't discredit their entire generation because one of theirs lacks the latter.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.