What do young liberals think of the Democratic presidential candidates? How did a Cincinnati restaurant employee end up as a D.C. reporter? Does anyone trust Pete Buttigieg (who’s over 30, by the way)? Jack invites Timmy Broderick, his friend of many years and now a reporter at the Christian Science Monitor, to discuss what Timmy’s young liberal friends think of the Democratic field (aside from not trusting Buttigieg), and what drove them to leave their mutual hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio and come to Washington in the first place.
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Cincinnati? A small town?
Heh.
Hey, guys.
Having plants in your apartment definitely isn’t a Millennial thing. My apt was filled with plants in the early 70s and still is. All my friends had them, too. The world didn’t begin with your generation.
Nonsense! Of course it did.
Yes, Boomer rant.
It is truly scary that Mr. Broderick’s peers, who apparently have college degrees, are so poorly educated and thus ignorant that they support a political system that even a few minutes of thought reveals necessarily results in oppression, poverty, and death.
Mr. Broderick and his peers demonstrate the selfishness and entitlement that causes people to denigrate Millennials. Mr. Broderick says clearly that he and his peers expect someone else to pay for what Mr. Broderick and his peers want. They claim to want people to receive help, but they demand it be done through a forced taxation system in which someone else pays for it. And before you blame me as a Boomer, my mid-to-older Millennial children and their spouses (age 31 – 39) denigrate the selfishness and entitlement of young Millennials.
Well, I guess this is goodbye. I was hoping to catch one more episode of the Young Americans, but in a few hours I’ll be 30. I assume at that point the podcast will be a blank spot in my consciousness, as if screened by a powerful Mentalic (I’ll no longer be able to trust my own judgment, so I’ll be especially vulnerable.) If I never hear from you again: farewell, Jack & co. Thanks for the laughs.
You can still listen…we just can’t trust you. I hope you understand. It’s just the rules.