Steven1 wrote:
Estebanh wrote:
I belong to a beautiful upscale Club on the 21st story of building in my town. I went to dinner there last night and was in the company of 50's, 60's and 70 year olds' consisting of gaudy obese women, bald and pathetic looking geezers wearing penny loafers and blue blazers. I had a feeling in my throat like I was going to throw up. I swear, if had my pistol with me, I would blown my brains out. Its only going to get worse. I can't imagine what it will be like if this is what my retirement will look like.
Estebanh, my good friend: Always remember and embrace the old Monsanto creed "Better Living Through Chemistry"
You are approaching the beginning point which Aldous Huxley called the "Brave New World" where soma exists. Embrace the chemical world. Don't be afraid. Take that first step. Join the real club. You'll thank me for it later, I assure you.
Improper use of that pistol WILL produce your worst nightmare: Unable to care for yourself; at the mercy of two ton tv mamas who determine what tv channel you watch as you really watch the fortune you've created fly out the window and into the nursing home owner's bankS because the .44 jumped when you pulled the trigger and instead of blowing out your brains, you only took out a portion of them; blah, blah, blah.
Chemicals'll get through times of no money (no pusssy; no sweet young things; rotting, falling apart body; two tons at the waist line, etc.....you get the picture....) better than money will get your through times of no chemicals.
Regarding nursing home fleecings; A buddy of mine who lived here kept pushing his uncle to come here and check things out. He was only 74 but living in a nursing home with breathing problems and a walker, a host of other medical issues. He decided to come visit and the nursing home people were strongly against it, warning him he needed their care and could die down here in this third world country without their supervision. He said screw it, came down, fell in love with CR, never went back, tossed his walker, started walking all over the place, breathing better, getting excellent cheap care, got an apartment close to CIMA and had an ex ho move in with him and take care of him, still hot in her mid thirties. Diabetes finally finished him off about 5 years later, his one regret was he didn't do it sooner !
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I will grow old ungracefully thank you and, in the words of Bob Dylan (I think), the one that haunted the Rambles not the one in Malibu....I will go screaming into the night.
