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While Baby Boomers are retiring en mass daily, the Social Security trust is shrinking because there are now basically 2 working individuals on shrinking salaries now putting funds into the trust for every 1 individual collecting, and simultaneously those same working individuals are being pressed from the opposite side by teenagers who, like all teenagers before them are instinctively designed to rebel against authority, hate their parents, tirading that adults do not understand them because they are different from all who came before and know more about life than those who ever lived and are now living and are more savvy with technology including games, texting, posting, chatting, video taping and reserve the right to write music and lyrics that rake the souls of any gender not their own, any age not their own, any country not their own, any religion not their own, any perspective not their own and hold the right to say what they wish, when they wish, to whomever they wish over the entire globe while mistakenly believing they are protected by the age of minority from being prosecuted as an adult….. EXCEPT the globe does not recognize ‘age’.
To which I remind that while we felt the same surges at the same age, we were at least confined to smaller and safer venues, were more controlled by responsible adults around us….at least most of us were and a few still are. We were given enough rope to hang ourselves, yes, but thankfully that rope was a lot shorter before the globe became so accessible and small and this is what you have, so God Bless America (and forgive me, because it’s also hard to prosecute a senior citizen pressed into a senior moment with a failing brain - at least I can claim that):
Authorities are leaning more toward zero tolerance of teenagers who fling around online threats about acts of violence or terrorism. As a result, what might have once merited a slap on the wrist may today result in criminal charges. ——continues at link
Pain is Legion with many faces;
Pain can hide in many places.
Pain wears suits in many colors;
Pain is felt in many corridors.
Pain can be known in physical force;
Pain can fetter and take away choice.
One who howls in physical pain
is often blind to emotional train.
There is no mirror to truly define
the pain all suffer either yours or mine.
If I could read locked histories
in each and every stone,
If I could see the feet and hands
and lives that o'er them roamed,
If I could pick up each and hear
lost voices deep inside,
would I finally understand
the magic of mankind?
I have stood where few if any have trod
Some little piece of sand or sod,
And breathed new air untouched by man,
Got a taste only the explorers can,
I've felt the icy touch of mountain streams
Cut down from glaciers cold and lean,
I've read the secrets of the stones
And heard the voice of nature's crones,
And yet have never been cursed to learn
Why its to *cities* humans yearn.