I have missed you… it does seem I enjoy the recorded live conversation more than writing. Writing is hard, and I’m always second guessing and even 37th guessing myself.
So I’ll keep this brief and hit “send’ before I have time to think about it.
I’m a little bummed that Joe Biden is running for re-election. No octogenarian should ever run be President. It’s grandchild neglect.
At his age, he thinks AI stands for acid indigestion. ChatGPT is something you soak your dentures in overnight. Tik Tok is the sound effect used on 60 minutes. At that age his hearing is so bad he thinks Uber was a character on the Andy Griffith Show. He’s so old, his first car was a Stage Coach.
Tip of the hat to Johnny Carson for the inspiration to make those corny jokes.
According to Article II of the U.S. Constitution, the president must: Be a natural-born citizen of the United States. Be at least 35 years old.
I read this somewhere:
“At the time of America’s founding in 1776, the average newly-minted American citizen could expect to live to the ripe old age of 35, giving them a few months to run for the presidency before they keeled over. And while Americans’ lifespans have been steadily increasing, just over 100 years ago, in the early 1900s, life expectancy was still rather brief at 47 years.’
So, even if social security had existed… no one would ever get it.
Back to the point.
What used to be my job is a hobby, for which I’m so grateful. And I can have fun, and maybe please a nice intimate sized audience. But I know I did my best mass appeal work when I was young and plugged in to what was cool fresh and new.
My tail is still wagging like a 6 week old puppy, but cool, fresh and new are what I see in my sons today, and want to encourage.
By the way, maybe you can see that this post isn’t really about politics at all. That was just my click bait to get your attention.
Bob
