To what shall I compare this generation?
Verily, it is like a dog that has caught the delicious scent of a puddle of spilled antifreeze. The dog's owner knows that his pet, if given its way, would joyfully lick up that puddle—and would then die a painful and gruesome death. But the owner also knows that if he restrains his dog, it will strain and chafe against its leash, resentful of being denied its heart's desire. Which would be the more loving thing to do?
Let him who has floppy ears, perk them up.