Back to Work

For the first time since getting back on public transportation I had to stand up all the way home.  From my lofty height I could see that more than half of the seats were taken up by men.  Strong, able-bodied men.  Men who studiously avoided eye contact with females.  Humph.

          It’s true that some women fought hard for equal rights.  And it’s true that men have resented women approaching equal pay, equal rights, and so forth.

          But stop the bus.

          That isn’t what I want to talk about, this is only a little prelude to something more sinister.

          Sinister, you may well wonder.

          This morning as I drove in to the station I heard something truly appalling.  There are going to be more changes to the pension plans in this country.  The final salvo in this little news blip went like this

“Baby boomers are going to have to STEP UP TO THE PLATE and work longer and harder before they retire”.

I couldn’t believe that the journalist reading that sentence didn’t choke on it.  He must have been under 30.  What I find so horrible about this statement is that the people who are making this statement are the children that the boomers raised.  The ones who basically had their parents pay for their college education.  The parents  who didn’t make them pay room and board while they went to school, who probably didn’t even ask them to pay back the college funds.  The parents who helped with their down payment on their first house.  The parents who took them to Disneyland, who took them to Florida, Hawaii or California on a vacation.  The parents who took care of grandma and grandpa when they got old, before they went into the retirement home.  Wow, and now these ungrateful curs are telling us we HAVE TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE ---- AGAIN. 

J.F.C.

They should be shot with lukewarm . . . you know what.