RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD MAN

We all live in a yellow submarine.

No it’s not it’s green.

Yes it’s a yellow submarine.

You’re color blind you monkey shit you.

I am out of step and it is part of my chosen aging process.    

Age is a separate universe.   You can’t explain getting old to younger people, they don’t want to hear it.  Young people see themselves as the masters of the space ship Enterprise, while old people are from the plant Pathetic.   They know old people aren’t pretty, don’t walk right, are slow and always in the way, and obviously aren’t as smart as themselves.

 I am not complaining.  It is just a shame that your body breaks down  about the time you can kick back, become comfortable with yourself, and are able to enjoy yourself.     

Age doesn’t confer wisdom any more than education confers intelligence, so my take is strictly persona and an old man’s prerogative.

I see this as a crazy fucking time, and I believe we are seeing the decline of our once great nation.   When we say history repeats itself we are actually saying that we move through time, technology advances our lifestyles, but we are still doomed by our human fallibility, and so we recreate the same dilemmas over and over.

At each attempt at social governance there comes a point where the under educated and under intelligent masses rise up to support a charismatic con man and end up destroy a functioning society. 

 The ‘working man’ brought Stalin to power; the ‘working man’ brought Hitler to power.   We could go back farther but you get the point.   The white ‘working man’ has brought Trump to power.

We are seeing a repeat of the inmates organizing and taking over the asylum.  It is a shame that George Orwell didn’t live to write 2016.    

This is a dangerous time: the environment is striking back, and unstable men have control of nuclear weapons.   

Big brother is consolidating power and the masses are falling into line.   All it will take is for one more Supreme Court Justices to be replaced by the Republican Party (INGSOC) and the takeover will be complete.

But, I don’t have a future stake in this game because I am old – and I don’t have much confidence in the outcome.  

Fool, by Christopher Moore is the story of King Lear as told by his jester.

"Goneril went to her father and told his hand, ‘yes father you are old.   Very old.   Really, really, extraordinarily, mind-boggling… ‘

She turned to me for a clue.

‘Dog fuckingly’, I suggested.

‘…dog-fuckingly old,’ said the duchess. ‘You are feebly, incontinently, desiccatedly, smelling-of-boiled-cabbage old.   You are brain-rottingly, balls-draggingly…’

‘I’m fucking old,’ said Lear. 

 ‘We’ll stipulate that,’ I said."

And I’m fucking old said the Ol’Buzzard.

 We will stipulate that

The Ol’Buzzard