The Youth in Asia (Original Piece)
The elderly are completely useless and do nothing to help mankind. It is impossible to walk more than a few hundred yards down a crowded street without awkwardly encountering a senior citizen who painfully labors over a cane right in the middle of the sidewalk. Why should I, in my infinite vitality, be subjected to this abomination, blocking my way as I try to move forward? I have the advantage of youth: strength, energy, health, and a sharp mind. My counterpart, however, has the deficiencies that arise from his age: senility, weakness, and lethargy. I am an asset to society, while the old man is uselessly consuming the resources that I need to maintain my influence.
Most of the senior population just sits at home and rests on their laurels, for what they believe is for a life well lived. Who cares about what they did or how they lived before? All I know is that half of them can’t hear me, see me, or remember my name. What good is a life where you aren’t even cognizant of your own surroundings? I am paying tax dollars to a segment of the population that can’t even lift a finger to do something for me. I am wasting the time and energy of my youth to help a decrepit part of the population that has done nothing for me, except waste the hospital beds, food, and medicines that I need to survive. What good is a life with no potential?
I can already see the benefits of a mandated senior citizen euthanization program! Imagine the possibilities! No more long lines at the emergency room, waiting behind an old person who just shattered his hip or is complaining of gas. Nurses and doctors would be reinvigorated and beds would be freed for those whose lives could be saved, rather than kept open for old people who are going to die in a few years anyway. The quality of health care is sure to improve, as new medical techniques geared strictly towards the youth would be created, innovating and revolutionizing medicine as we know it.
Euthanasia literately means “good death,” and what a good thing will it be for society when the seniors die their “good death.” There will be more diapers available for babies, less of a logjam at bingo night, more booths at the local diner, and there would be an economic boom resulting from the revenues that all the funeral services would be raking in. When jogging I don’t have to run into an old woman in her walker, and when driving I don’t have to worry about her trying to see over the steering wheel. What a great existence it would be, everyone eager to live and ready to contribute to the greater good.
So the next time you bump into a senior citizen struggling to open the door, toiling to read the newspaper, or straining to hear the radio, imagine how much easier life would be if they were all gone. We would be free to live our lives as we want to, fast paced and eager to work for ourselves; there would be no one stopping us in our pursuit for success. Anyway, all the elderly do is wallow over past mistakes in the hopes that we don’t make them, relate their life experiences in hopes that we emulate them, and try to confer their wealth of wisdom on our generation in hopes that we can do the same.
Inequlity and Autism
Here’s an excerpt from a NYTimes piece (Navigating Love and Autism) about a young man with Asperger’s Syndrome:
A chemistry whiz, he had spent much of his adolescence teaching himself to make explosives and setting them off in the woods in experiments that he hoped would earn him a patent…
I’m On the Hog
Doesn’t really have a meaning, but if you think you are on it, then you definitely are.
