Generation Echo Boom, we are faced with a challenge and a great one at that. Who the hell is our voice? Where is our damn revolutionary figure? Generations of the past had theirs. Lennon, Dylan, King, Ghandi, even fucking Guevara. Now, let's get one thing straight. "The Voice" doesn't have to be a political or artistic. It can be as inanimate as the iPod or as fictional as Cartman. Who is the one figure that we unite under? Who? And you can't say Obama. Whether you like his politics or not, that is too easy an answer.
Who speaks for this generation, the children of the Baby Boomers? Do you even care? Or are we the generation who just doesn't give a flying fuck? Are we just that into ourselves and that blissfully ignorant? Nowadays, it seems that it takes a sledgehammer to get people's attentions.
This is my sledgehammer.
While this post may come off as abrasive and may be a turn off, you should give a damn. Why, you ask? We are due for an enlightenment. This whole "Peace, Love, Happiness" movement? Sorry to break it to you, sweethearts, it's already been done. We're proving to be quite un-original, no matter what we'd like to think, Echo Boomers.
This is not an easy pill to swallow. I don't expect people to immediately come up with answers. This is meant to make you think. This is meant to make you question. This is meant to piss you off. You are only hurting yourself if you brush it off completely. Why? YOU could be the voice, the Messiah of sorts, we are looking for.
So, Generation Echo Boom, SOUND OFF! Prove me wrong. Prove me right. Just prove something. I'm waiting...