It’s amazing how many of these begin with ‘I was a paperboy’.
The newspaper industry is on its last legs. The routes that do exist are generally run by adults…in cars. The fuel you supplied to the robust American economy created a sprawling suburban hell in which a little boy on a bicycle contributes nothing of economic value.
You worked while in college 45 years ago - back when you could pay your entire college tuition by working part-time. (But let’s face it, you were in the army = you weren’t even paying your 3 figure tuition bill.)
You spent your life passing from one government sponsored enterprise to another (military, college, ‘putting men on the moon’) oblivious to the fact that you belonged to a uniquely privileged generation where “simi-retired people” who “labor hard during their careers” - that’s to say, marginally competent white people like you - could still live pretty great lives.
Over those years you’ve taken every opportunity to destroy the social and economic infrastructure you benefited from, ensuring that there will never be another generation like yours. And now you spend your golden years wandering back and forth between Tea Party protests and Medicare checkups. And, apparently, posing for Viagra ads.
