Every morning, as I stand on the subway platform, I am faced with a poster for the return of the musical Hair. Yes, the age of Aquarius is upon us once more, as our boys (and now girls) head off to Iraq - and the hippies of the sixties get to relive their Vietnam-draft-dodging flashbacks. The tagline for the poster is Hair - Now More Than Ever! You don't need to be a sociology major to figure out that the granola gang is using their tried and true opus to pooh-pooh America, George Bush, and war in general.

Many thoughts have come to me as I stare at this ugly psychadelic poster each morning. The one that bothers me most is that these geniuses of the left, these arty pseudo-intellectuals, these professors and opinionists, these Atwoods and Zimmerman-Dylans have not had an original thought in nearly 40 years. Are we to base our "values" and our foreign and domestic policy on people who have, over the last 15 years, staged two more Woodstock's, produced Oliver Stone movies about the deaths of JFK and Jim Morrison, who now burn flags instead of bras, and who feel fit to comment on the state of the world via a musical that is simply unwatchable to any mind not altered by pharmaceuticals? Are we to value the opinions of a whole generation of people who never left their teens, only now they call it mid-life crisis?

In all of American history, I do not think there has ever been a generation more selfish and spoiled than that of the baby boomers. The first age to have color TV and two cars in the drive, they have always felt that all the world was theirs for the taking. They wanted to buy it a Coke and teach it to sing. Sally Struthers wailed about starving children, and grew fatter every day. The UN grew to epic proportions, and Unicef ran guns to children. They protest that they want no war for oil, and every man and woman of the generation has a gas guzzler. To them, John Lennon is still alive, and communism is a great idea, just not in my backyard. They are the richest generation, yet they cost us a fortune in healthcare and social security.

I've wondered who continues to swallow their nonsense, year after year, crisis after crisis, when it occured to me: they do. There are more of them than there are of us. As the previous generation - the one that fought and lived through WWII and Korea - dies off, and this current generation in which I find myself establishes itself and gets on its feet, the Baby Boomers carry on with their hippy house party as if four decades have not passed. They are still banning the bomb.

But there is hope. They cannot live forever. The age of Aquarius must end. We must simply be patient. Soon, there will be a time when Hair will no longer be on the playbill. A new age cometh.