There are few worse ways to die than with a bad case of pneumonia, gasping for every small breath of air, a burning pain in your chest, your panicked eyes bulging out of your head. But it's the way most Covid-19 patients die, and why ventilators that can pump oxygen into their damaged lungs are so important. Unfortunately however, there may not be enough breathing machines for everyone. Nobody seems to have prepared for a monster like this one...
As you know I was not happy with result of the so-called Brexit referendum I thought it was a reckless move, that amounted to throwing out the baby, and the future, with the bath water. I hate the way it has triggered an explosion of racism. And I also hate the way it has driven a wedge between the young and the old in Britain.
On my way home this evening I passed by a young guy sitting on the edge of the pier his legs dangling over the edge staring into the frozen lake. And for a moment, until I checked him out, a horrible thought came into my mind. Because despair is in the air. You can cut it with a knife. Enough bodies trapped under the ice in the winter, float to the surface in the spring. And in the darkness of this hideous Harperland, young Canadians are the forgotten victims.
When future generations of young Canadians are forced by their teachers to study the history of Stephen Harper's years in power, the so-called Great Darkness, one question will probably be really difficult to answer. Because it will exceed their understanding of depravity and insanity. And it is this one: Why if he was so bad, so mad, such a compulsive liar, and such a ghastly bully, did he fool so many Canadians for so long?
I love a lot of things about the baby boomer generation. Their music, the peace and love stuff, and all the things they did to advance the rights of women, blacks, and gay people. And, of course, I love my parents. So I was kinda disgusted to see that some guy has set-up a baby boomer death counter.
And was delighted to see my friend JJ at Unrepentant Old Hippy really give it to him. If only we hadn't been caught in the crossfire.
Oh no: Generation Whine strikes again (and by Gen-Whine I don't mean everyone under 40, just the ones who hate boomers so much). What's the matter, the internet, iPods and HDTV weren't enough? We need to give you whimpering, puling little creeps even more?
Who are these Generation Whiners? I don't recognize them. WAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!
As I tell my father, who has been known to voice similar sentiments, it's soooooooo unfair. We have so much we could whine about. Lousy jobs, no benefits, whopping student loans to pay off, no hope of owning a house like our parents did. Not even a comfy pension to look forward to....just a no-oil future on a burning planet teetering on the edge of war. But we don't blame the older generation. Polls show that young people are the ones who least consider John McCain's age to be a problem.
We don't really whine that much either. We leave that to the Boomers. Boomers are tired, overworked, strapped, bummed out and don't expect to get a break.
More than young people or seniors, Baby Boomers (aged 44 to 62 now) are gloomy about their lives and the prospects for improvement, a new survey finds. They've got EVERYTHING. But still they complain. So who is whining now? WAAAAAAAAH !!!!!! But I forgive them. Not just because I love them. And I know that thanks to Viagra the best is yet to come. But also because we can AFFORD to be generous. Move that psychedelic bus out of the way Boomers....here come da Millenials!!! Who are not only pretty cool..... there are a LOT of them. There are 83 million millennials, people born after 1980 who came of age around the millennium. That is about 5 million more than the baby boomers. So the Boomers better be nice to us or else.... Because the last thing we need in this troubled world is a generational war. You know my mother used to play an old Joe Cocker song to make me eat my baby mush. When I really wanted steak like my brother had. WAAAAAAH !!!!! And when I was a teenager my father used to pretend he WAS Joe Cocker....in public. Which was EXCRUCIATINGLY painful. But I still love those hippie dippy boomers. And I still love this song...
Yup. I Simon do declare. With a little help from our friends....of ALL ages and generations. With all their weaknesses and strengths. We can bring back some of that peace and love. And save the world TOGETHER...
