Is this essay a joke? I was born in 1947, so call me a Baby Boomer if you like. Personally, I don’t care for labels. I am a published author, and I have prepared my family’s food all of my life. I eat meat, but nothing else that would make a vegetarian scream. I am concerned about health, diet, and everything else that keeps the kindness ball rolling. Who thought that attacking Baby Boomers in this essay would be fun for us to read. Please tell me it’s someone’s idea of a sick and hateful joke. I did not vote for trump. I was a Bernie fan until our broken system screwed that up. Now, I just suffered my first heart attack, yes on Super Bowl Sunday, and am recovering. I do not want to read angry rants about people my age who have tried very hard to grow up and raise healthy children and grandchildren. That’s what I did, and I am proud of my accomplishments. Excuse me, I must return to my writing. My first novel will be published in April. I’m busy trying to make the world a better place through the written word.