Response to Washington Post front page article


Boomers’ Vast Wealth Will Be Hard to Replicate – 11/19/25

Baby Boomers now hold an estimated $85 billion dollars in assets. Yet the question remains: what seeds for the future have truly been planted—especially in protecting the environment that sustains us?  

At my fiftieth high school reunion, I reflected on fortune and fragility. My father helped write Medicaid and Medicare into law, and our family benefited from inheritance. Not everyone has that kind of safety net.  

Fiscal awareness is not optional; it is the lifeblood of democracy. Each day, the dollar in your pocket loses value while Washington funnels wealth upward. Without accountability and restraint, debt and inflation will continue to hollow out the middle class and mortgage the future.  

History offers a warning. Global empires—from Spain to England—collapsed after debasing their currency through unchecked debt. America is not immune.  

Today’s numbers are staggering:  

- $38 trillion in national debt  

- 25% of federal revenue consumed by interest payments—over $1.2 trillion annually  

- $5 trillion in revenue against $7 trillion in spending  

- A $2 trillion annual deficit  

If fiscal and ecological responsibility is not restored, the question is not if collapse will come, but when.  

We have moved from the Greatest Generation—who understood sacrifice and value—to a society that knows the price of everything and the unintended costs of nothing.  

Our prosperity depends on stewardship—of our economy and our environment. Transparency, outrage, and reform are not luxuries; they are life sustaining. Without them, collapse is not a possibility. It is a certainty.  


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