Today, however, I have not felt any such thing. I witnessed enough last night to rekindle my cynicism toward society but I think events of this afternoon top it off. I am ashamed of the generation after mine. (I'm going to assume they're known as generation Z) I know it's a generalisation to say that they're all a bunch of selfish, arrogant little fucks, but to be honest, that's all I really see from them. I'll illustrate this belief via what I saw only minutes ago. Three twelve (a clear guess) year old boys using their last day of holidays to its full extent. Fair enough. What isn't fair enough is that these little bastards were using their holiday freedom to throw fist-sized rocks at a bundle of ducks just chilling in a creek. Little twat numero uno makes contact, little twats two and three giggle uncontrollably and request an encore of twat numero uno. It's not for certain, but I'm going to go ahead and hope karma gets these tossers anyway. May God throw rocks at your mouldy and unsatisfactory heads.