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Perhaps you are thinking that I am writing this ode because of the election of the first black president. I assure you that has nothing to do with it.
I am protestant and I survived the first Catholic president back in 1960. I don’t always agree with Obama but both he and Kennedy are and were pretty nice guys all things considered. No, I just can’t continue to try and understand and/or compete with current mores and capabilities.
I can’t wear my pants without a belt. No matter how tight the pants are if I don’t wear a belt they fall down. Today, however, I see teenage boys wearing their pants so low that their underwear shows but their pants stay up without a belt. It defies gravity. I’m obviously getting too old.
I don’t know how to communicate with others at work without being called a racist or sexist or homophobe.
I’m an old white guy so I’m innately bad the world says.
Playboy used to be reserved for a model who was trying to become discovered and then they only revealed a little more than a bikini. Today top stars battle each other to get in the magazine and it’s not sexy because it is more like watching a doctor give a gynecological exam.
People go to the Elizabeth Taylor School of Marriage.
It used to be the domain of old white guys to have a tattoo of their military unit or their girlfriend or their mother.
Now women have multiple tattoos in multiple places along with their “partners.”
People don’t have spouses any longer they have “partners.”
Men and women both wear jewelry of all types not only in their ears but tongues, eyes and any other place you can think of or wish you wouldn’t have to think of.
If you see a movie more often than not the bad guy will be the good guy. However, I don’t go to movies any longer because even PG movies are shocking with respect to violence and sex.
Men’s fashion either makes me look like a criminal or a girl.
When I watch television instead of finding sports when I flip channels I am just as likely going to learn how to cook or dance.
However, when I do find sports the teams don’t battle to win they sit down and have group therapy in an attempt to work out their differences.
People don’t seem happy.
Despite great wealth our country seems to be full of people who simply want more.
The new cars I have driven take a doctorate in engineering to understand.
Anyway I thought you would want to know why this old white guy is going to drop out of sight.
What am I going to do?
I think I am going to go on a mountain and take an old black and white television. I am going to limit myself to three channels.
I’m going to fish. (I’ll practice throwing the fish back of course)
I think I’ll lie on my back and remember the days when I wore a suit to church; I’ll remember the days when girls wore clothes that left a little to the imagination. I’ll think of my high school days when my best friend was a black guy. I respected him and would never have even thought of calling him something derogatory, not because a law prevented me from doing so but because of my love for him. As a matter of fact we didn’t know there was anything different about us.
Well I’ve rambled enough. I hope things work out for the world.