A couple of years ago, some friends and I were discussing the lottery. “When people ask me if I ever buy tickets, I tell them I already won the lottery,” one man said. “I was born in the middle of the 20th century in the United States of America.” Roughly 70 years after that mid-20th century childhood win, I wonder whether my grandchildren and their contemporaries will be able to make that same claim. For two years now, our kids have taken it on the chin with all the Wuhan flu restrictions such as masks and canceled activities. The lockdowns of schools damaged the education of these children, slammed the brakes on their social life, and left many of them depressed. To my knowledge, the advocates of these ruinous policies have never apologized for the damage they’ve done to this generation of kids. And I don’t see any of them getting in …