Leave us alone
There is a wee question that has been bugging me for some time.
We are hearing a lot these days about the problem of too many old people. Governments are worried that there will be a problem keeping all us old fold happy, and are introducing such measures as raising the retirement age and forcing pensions on younger people. There is going to be a glut of old folk and not enough young folk to pay for ‘em all.
On the other hand, our governments are constantly whinging and wining about our health and are bringing in laws to control our smoking, eating and drinking so that we live longer. Every day we hear of some insane new “study” or “research” that tells us that some everyday thing is drastically shortening our lives and that we have to stop doing it or they will bring in a new law to force us into line.
So therein lies my question.
Why the fuck are governments so desperate to get us to live longer when we are just going to be a problem when we get to old age?
There is a very simple solution to all of this.
LEAVE US ALONE!
If our idea of heaven is to stuff our faces with greasy burgers then fine. We’ll die young and we’ll die happy. If we want to smoke then that’s fine too [though there is some evidence that that will make us live longer and there is fuck all evidence that it harms anyone else]. If we want to drink ourselves into a liver failure then that’s fine.
Darwin had the answer nearly two hundred years ago. If we want to kill ourselves by some idiotic method, then so be it.
Ah, I hear you cry, but what about the families that are left behind?
Simple. If a member of your family is quietly killing him [or her] self with pleasure then it’s up to you to point this out to them, NOT THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT.
The “authorities” seem to want to create a world where we all eat our five a day, interspersed with eating fucking soya beans and tofu and where we all run to work and totally abstain from drinking and smoking. In other words, they are trying to create a miserable existence for us.
Which would you rather?
To die old and fucking miserable?
Or to enjoy life?
As another grandad, I totally agree with your post. I have smoked for 60 years and am considered to look at least 10 years younger than my real age, I played 3 games of rugby in one week when Iwas 68 years old. So, I agree with you , fuck off and leave us alone !!
Yeah, leave off and fuck us alone. As anyone seen me washboard.
As some wise sage once said:
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. One should rather arrive by skidding in sideways with a six-pack in one hand a pack of Marlboro in the other, ones body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WooHoo !”
Imagine the poor buggers who live to 100 if the Queer one gets the Presidency. They’ll all get French Letters. See them screaming WooHoo then…
I’ve just found out the joy of Grabbing a Granny recently. Mrs. Slab (granny) is’nt impressed.
Albion – As they say here – fair play to ya! One of these years I must look up the meaning of that…..
Patrick – Who needs a washboard? 😉
Mossy – My sentiments exactly. I intend to die of complete and entire system failure where everything collapses simultaneously. No organ donations here – every part of me will be worn out and fucked.
Slab – Granny grabbing? Granny baiting? All the fun of old age.
I agree whole-heartedly. I’m a smoker – by choice, I’m a drinker – by choice and I eat whatever appeals to me at the time – by choice.
The gummint will not and never can influence MY choices in any way whatsoever.
Reminds me of this joke:
Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Cohen had been longtime close friends.But, being old-fashioned, each went to a retirement home of her own respective religion.
It was not long before Mrs. Murphy felt lonesome for Mrs. Cohen, so one day she asked to be driven to the Jewish Home to visit her old friend.
When she arrived she was greeted with open arms, hugs, and kisses.
Mrs. Murphy said, “Don’t be holdin’ back , Mrs. Cohen, how do you like it here?”
Mrs. Cohen went on and on about the wonderful food, the facility and the caretakers. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she said, “But the best thing is that I now have a boyfriend.”
Mrs. Murphy said, “Now isn’t that wonderful! Tell me all about it.”
Mrs. Cohen said, “After lunch, we go up to my room and sit on the edge of the bed. I let him touch me on the top, and then on the bottom, and then we sing Jewish songs.”
Mrs. Murphy said, “For sure it’s a blessing. I’m so glad for you, Mrs. Cohen.”
Mrs. Cohen said, “And how is it with you, Mrs. Murphy?”
Mrs. Murphy said it was also wonderful at her new facility, and that she also had a boyfriend.
Mrs. Cohen said, “Good for you! So what do you do?”
Mrs. Murphy said, “We also go up to my room after lunch and sit on the edge of the bed. I let him touch me on top, and then I let him touch me down below.”
Mrs. Cohen said, “Yes? And then…?”
Mrs. Murphy said, “Well, since we don’t know any Jewish songs, we fuck.”
Welcome Bwanamakubwa. They may not influence your choices but they will do their damnedest to make life as difficult as possible.
Mossy – Thanks for the chuckle, but I am stumped as to the connection!
Only connection is old age I guess – but a good joke anyway.
Plus Slab’s post.
Heh! Fair ’nuff.