“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this, at a distance of roughly ninety million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet, whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea. This planet has, or had, a problem, which was this. Most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small, green pieces of paper, which is odd, because on the whole, it wasn’t the small, green pieces of paper which were unhappy. And so the problem remained, and lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake coming down from the trees in the first place, and some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no-one should ever have left the oceans.”

Good thing you skipped over the age of the Roman Empire because they certainly never said that older times were better.

I remember of one Sandman’s comics opened with a shot of a medieval tavern, and an old geezer complaining that chimneys was the reason “kids these days” were weak, since they no longer breathed the fresh air of burnt wood inside their homes.

The boomers had it better. The end.

Okay but being a dinosaur is 10/10 you can chew on people you don’t like