12/21/2007
When I'm 85
What it be like? At 85, probably my best friends will be Dementia and Amnesia. What would I be thinking of, or remember of? Very likely will be the fantasies of Hollywood. Yulp, the great movies of yesteryears like the Three Mouseketeers, all for one and one for all, Robin Hood, the one who rob the poor to help the rich, or Ali Baba and his 40 thieves or the Band of Robbers or Brothers. Can't really remember which is which.
Then the great leaders of the past, Marcoos, Sueharto and Mahatail, all honoured in the Hall of Fame. But one good thing, I can live on my savings from the Compulsory Annuity Insurance. No need to work and keep collecting till I conk off, and all $350 a month. Ho, ho, ho, plenty of money to live by if not having to pay for first class hospitalisation bill.
Now that would be a good life, in an old folks retirement village. Hope the villages will not be like some concentration camps.
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Every normal person is given at birth—regardless of the social status they are born into—the means to acquire ALL THE RESOURCES THEY NEED to make a "success" of the life that is gifted to them.
Those who blow it and fuck it up deserve no sympathy whatsoever. Every individual (regardless of circumstance) is responsible for himself, without any exception.
Merry Christmas and Fuck them.
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