Change The World Or Make A Profit

Something's been bothering me lately. Okay, a lot of things bother me, but I've been pondering one in particular.
   Why have Baby Boomers so completely abandoned the ideals of their youth for a few extra bucks?
   Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation begat quite possibly the most worthless generation. And keep in mind that Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, and Robert MacNamara all served in WWII and were part of that Greatest Generation. So all the Baby Boomers had to do to be successful was not start a Red Scare, not be a criminal in office, and not engage in an unwinnable land war in Asia. The bar was set pretty low, is what I'm saying here. But they weren't up to the task.
   I'm old enough that I remember when work didn't used to suck. It was never theme-park fun - they call it work after all - but in the last ten years or so there's been a growing sentiment in corporate America that the people at the top should squeeze their workers for all they're worth, fire them when squeezing doesn't get results any more, and then take the money and run.
   You can track the beginning of this problem to the exact moment when the children of the 60's became the robber barons of the next millennium. When former hippies became CEOs.
   But why? That's what concerns me. How did an entire generation that aspired to so much fall so far into the mire? Was their naive idealism so fragile that when the real world came crashing in they went too far the other way? Did they never lose the sense of undeserved entitlement that all youth has? Did their parents, the Greatest Generation, completely fail to instill the same sense of duty and shared obligation they themselves had?
   Lying and thievery are rampant at the upper levels of corporate America, and the situation doesn't look to get better any time soon. These men (and a few women) are who they are, they're not going to suddenly find enlightenment, realize they've been bastards all along, and decide to mend their ways. We're stuck with them. For at least another ten years, probably longer.
   So what do we do? How do we fix this? I don't know. There's got to be something. Maybe I can go back to my schoolyard bully days, start giving out Indian burns, pink bellies, and Texas titty twisters to every thieving, lying bastard of a CEO I can find. You'd probably think twice about destroying an economy if you knew you were going to get a swirlie every day because of it. Right?