Boomers, this is your reckoning. I hold you all personally responsible for the handbasket that’s currently dragging us into the bowels of hell. If I hear someone over 35 whine about “kids these days” one more time, I swear to God, I’ll go ballistic. Those born after ’95 are the first native-born inhabitants of a bona fide brave new world. Authors of dystopian fiction have rolled over in their graves as they watched their warnings go unheeded.