The MICE have ROARED

The Presidential election has come and gone.  The people spoke and chose the status quo...Change we can believe in, whatever the Hell that is.  As a "Senior Citizen" I have lived on this planet, in this country, for almost my biblical 3 score and 10. Biologically I am irrelevant to Mother Nature since I am no longer inclined to reproduce the species.  Politically, I am a Brontosaurus, whose ideas of what America should be are as au courant as Alice Cooper's dress.  It's hard to blame people for picking ice cream over spinach as they just did. Taking the belt off and letting your pants fall to mid buttock level is certainly more appealing than belt-tightening.  Or so my observations seem to support.

I do not know if the huddled masses have made the "right" decision, only time will tell...time that Millenials statistically have more of than Baby Boomers.  I remember, vaguely, knowing more in my youth than I do now.  And retrospectively, many times I was right.  90% of the crap I learned in school NEVER was useful in my life or career.  Father DIDN'T always know best.  My world might have been better if I were not enculturated with the beliefs of the previous generation.  I stand aside now and watch with great interest as the country evolves under the guidance of a mixed-race inner city former drug abuser, who probably has a secret tattoo somewhere, that listens to Jay-Z not Jay and the Americans.  Who knows, it may be just what we need.  Then again, maybe the fools have elected a Prince.   Not my "Yob" to care.

This past election is my last election even if I survive another 20 years. I served my country in the military, and law enforcement, and I believe that I am my generation's version of a Good American.  Since change is so good, I will go with the flow and be an observer, learning rather than teaching, and adapt to what a good American is in 2012.  Pass the condoms, the Red Bull, turn up the volume on my 2000 Watt car stereo, get a few more credit cards, MAX them out, buy a house I can't afford, get foreclosed, blame someone else,  go to the unemployment office and sign up for 99 weeks of benefits, stop paying taxes, and play more video games.  Now if I could only go back to college (default on my student loan) and major in Women's studies instead of Pre-Med.....I could be on TV like Sandra Fluke (pronounced Fluck for obvious reasons). If my kids went back to Law School, they could prepare fot the future by taking a few courses in Sharia Law. I can always go back to Med School and learn to do abortions.  We'll make a bundle.  Then again most of it will go to taxes. Oh well, there's always California or Colorado and their medicinal weed shops ... I may need treatment for my glaucoma.  Ommmmmmmm.