Posted on 11/10/2005 1:22:46 PM PST by qam1
"(Stop childhood obesity! Give em' Marlboros, not milkshakes!)"
I can see how, in certain circles, your husband may have a point. Personally I agree with the cable guy, "Thats funny, I don't care who you are."
Lord, how I love Larry! (whistful sigh!)
(Snip) And yet healthy, able-bodied Boomers are planning on flipping us the bird as they drive by in their RV and yelling, "Stop whining and buy me some gas!"
The biggest problem by far is the creation of a "Me Generation", that encompasses both Boomers and Xers...which, btw is one reason why Americans are hated so much abroad. Other cultures find great value in the elderly, and care for them in their own homes. Our culture does not value it's senior citizens, and would rather shove mom and dad into nursing homes once they become "inconvenient".
I'm sure there are a significant number of seniors who feel entitlement, but there are also many others who want to work and continue to be productive and needed until they die. But jobs are few and far between for these folks, as corporate America ignores the countless contributions that older, experienced workers could be making.
In essence, if you are old in America and want to work, you're screwed unless you can dream up your own business, or be fortunate enough to get that highly-coveted "Greeter" position at Wal-Mart.
But this is all merely symptomatic of the problem I mentioned earlier - the "Me Generation". Until we change our attitudes, the problem will remain...and yes, the Xers will bear the burden regardless of policy constructed in Washington. The REAL answer lies within our own families, neighborhoods, communities, and within corporations.
Let's take care of our own, reach out to elderly neighbors, and quit outsourcing jobs that could be filled by seniors that can work.
India Soon To Be A Major Venue For Pharmacuetical Outsourcing.
The worst of all scenarios: brain drain, loss of corporate tax revenue, loss of jobs for American workers.
The Replacements: TIM
Bastards of the Young
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there’ll ain’t no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war? ) to name us
The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please
If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand them
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Young...take it, it’s yours...
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