"What's wrong with Society?"

That is a question I often hear from senile old people and really conservative people. I respect neither for some distinct reason, one of which I won't get into.

Well I went to the local book store this morning to pick up a new philosphy book. I go there twice a month and pick up something I have never read before but have seen in the encyclopedia. So anyways, I go there and what do I have; Only one and a half of a small section; let's see:
1 book by Kant
2 types of books by Sartre
3 types of books by Plato
2 types of books by Foucault
and so on...
The worst is that even their philosophy section is poor, I mean there's Buffy and Philosophy, Woody Allen and Philosphy, or Seinfeld and Philosophy. What's this freaken world come to where Seinfeld is placed side by side with Nietzsche. The only thing they have good is that they have a steady supply of numerous Nietzsche books.
This is not to say that they are a small store or they have few books. Quite the contrary, they have like 4 section of New Age and Occult.
I mean it's completely ridiculous. What hapened to the youth of today. Is nothing except video games and skateboarding important to them anymore. What hapened to the tyrant slaying youth of Athens? What hapened to the young communist guerrilla fighters of Eastern Europe? Where have we lost our way?
Now, I look around, and I see entire rooms with periodicals and magazines, two rooms for cooking, a whole lot of random books on Bono, Paris Hilton, or Oprah. This is considered intelligent literature these day?

Now back to my main point: most of the people shopping there were 60 and over, and they all purchase dumb books on cookies and Oprah and Harry Potter. It's like young people are dead or something. Judging from the types of reading selection they had I would asume that these "experienced" and "older" consumers are to blame. And this brings me to the original point, when some old guy asks you what's wrong with society, you answer squarely and decisevely "you!, because you are the main propriotor of our junk culture".

So anyways I picked up a copy of THE BIRTH OF PRISON by Michel Foucault and got out of there before I got sick enough to throw up.

Polemic rant over.