Ode to Old People

Old PeopleI received this forwarded email from more than one person, so it must be making the rounds.  I have no idea why they would send it to me, but I can’t resist venting my rebuttal.

  • Old People are easy to spot at sporting events; during the playing of the National Anthem, Old People remove their caps and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them.

[I always sing with embarrassment and those around me understand why.  Remember the words?  That’s easy.  Remembering why I went down to the basement is difficult.  Old People only remember the first verse anyway, eight lines in all.  Many do not even know there are other verses, much less able to repeat them.]

  • Old People remember World War II, Pearl Harbor, Guadalcanal , Normandy and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Age, the Korean War, The Cold War, the Jet Age and the Moon Landing. They remember the 50 plus Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005, not to mention Vietnam.

[That’s just the trouble.  They remember a glorified, John Wayne WWII that never really existed.  The Atomic Age?  Thank the German scientists.  The Jet Age?  Invented by the British.  The moon landing?  Thank your grandchildren who will be paying for it.  Fifty Peacekeeping Missions?  Bet you can’t name even five.  Vietnam?  Do you really think that kept the peace?]

  • If you bump into any Old People on the sidewalk, he will apologize. If you pass an Old Person on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old People trust strangers and are courtly to women.

[Old People swing their packages into me, then silently give me the stink eye as if it were my fault.  When I tip my cap to ladies, they grab their purse and hurry on.  Trusting strangers has gotten old people into a lot of trouble and is hardly a quality.  Courtly to women?  Sure, as long as she stays in the kitchen and is not marching in a lesbian parade.  Courtliness covers up a lot of degrading stereotyping.]

  • Old People hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection.

[Many times, now, I am walking behind a thirty-something woman, thinking thirty-something thoughts of my own, when she stops and holds the door for me.  The lady walk on the inside?  I guess they mean on a street, but who walks on a street anymore?  We only walk through parking lots and malls.]

  • Old People have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag unless it’s about their children or grandchildren.

[Seldom brag?  The author should spend some time in the locker room of my community center.   And Old People are especially endowed with moral courage and personal integrity?  Seems to me these often get lost in their inflated sense of entitlement.]

  • It’s the Old People who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in the military serving their country.

[Only the young?  Don’t any of the middle-aged career military get any credit?  Who developed the drone being flown by the young 9-to-5er in Texas?]

  • This country needs Old People with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values.

[Work ethic is easy to talk about when you are home collecting Social Security and  getting a free electric scooter from Medicaid.]

  • We need them now more than ever.

[We don’t really need them, but the problem will soon solve itself.]

  • Thank God for Old People.

[With that I agree—I am one of them.  Just remember, we are not all the same, and neither are you.  We are all individuals, both old or young.]

RWalck@Verizon.net

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About Roger Walck

My reasons for writing this blog are spelled out in the posting of 10/1/2012, Montaigne's Essays. They are probably not what you think.
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