About Hobbling Through The Geezgeist

As Jacques Barzun has observed,"Old age is like learning a new profession and not one of your own choosing."

Hobbling Through the Geezgeist is a blog for those of us navigating our dotage (and anecdotage, for that matter).

Some readers may not welcome its bouts of occasional candor, so be forewarned, please. I'm just trying to alert Boomers about what lies ahead for them and to reassure those of us who are in the midst of it.

©Nicholas Nash, MMVII-MMXII







Monday, July 28, 2008

Where The Hell Are We Going?

The heat and humidity are late arrivals this summer, but the merest intimations of them remind us that forms of suffocation pervade our lives these days. Air conditioning or a fan will help us deal with hot damp weather, but I don't have a clue what will help us deal with the national angst which drips from every news channel, newspaper, radio talk show, Potomac-Gas-Bag-Observers-And-Experts, and political compaign ad. All of it oozes around us and sucks our independent intelligence from us through sports, "reality tv," and the natural human tendency to ignore bad news.

Over the weekend I heard an expert point out that the taxes we pay from January through the end of April just about cover the interest on the national debt; military losses in Afghanistan exceed those in Irac; Iran pees on the leg of every western country as it pursues its nuclear strategies; the cost of food and fuel rises unabated; one presidential candidate doesn't seem to have a clue, and the other finds it challenging to provide specific proposals to move us forward.

It's not just curmudgeons like me who are cranky; it's everybody, and with good reason.

Most of us, and I include myself here, have not been paying attention to the fracturing of our constitution, the larcenous behavior of fat-cats (and a nearly invisible Vice-President), and a White House administration which has had as its most notable accomplishment ineptitude on an inter-galactic scale.

Even my conservative friends are counting the days, minutes, hours, and seconds until "this lot" departs in January, 2009. There is no guarantee that what follows will be better.

But it could hardly be worse....could it?

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