Twilight Years

Official declaration of the “twilight years.” There’s no need to fret about the “good years” anymore. The time is ripe to usher in the “twilight years.” Is 67 years of age too “young” to fall into the “twilight zone”? Not really. After 65 years of age, “keeling over” can happen at any time. In any case, the “good years” and the “twilight years” can briefly overlap. So, what is this bullshit all about?

As mentioned previously, the “super-duper corona” plan-demic forced many changes upon the rank-and-file peons. On a personal level, the plan-demic exposed the adopted senior citizen life-style to be a complete sham and a waste of valuable time. For that revelation, there can be some gratitude expressed. However, there are no viable options as the slow return to the sham life-style ensues. However, the fact remains that only the affluent class has real options.

Even Notes was adversely affected. The transition to third-party narration and terse summaries was accomplished successfully, that is, until the “super-duper corona” plan-demic. The whole exodus theme was abandoned to chronicle the “mass formation” spectacle that subsequently transpired. Lots of time, effort, and grief was invested when Notes joined the opposition.

Well, the opposition is firmly implanted, even though there is much more work to be done. However, the opposition now has adequate avenues of communications, of which most of the best ones have links provided in Notes. Thus, the focus on opposition issues will be deprecated in Notes unless the latter is extremely noteworthy. Many excellent video clips are being produced by the opposition, of which some of the best are included in Notes. The latter practice will continue in lieu of any transcribed personal opinions.

On a side note, being out and about in the evening earlier this week made this Friday evening difficult for sequestration in the mausoleum at the “old folks home” in Waikiki. So, an excursion was made to Ala Moana Center at 6:30pm on the bus. First, dessert (a pint of Häagen-Dazs® ice cream) was procured at Target®. Then, shopping for more dental care products at Longs® was in order using the great OTC card.

Finally, a stopover at the International Marketplace was made to officially resurrect its status as the surrogate “living room.” Frankly, what are the options? Should funds be allocated to purchase comfortable furniture, a huge widescreen OLED tube, and a cable subscription? Then, hours of time will be spent sequestered in the mausoleum and the mind will be reprogrammed to the singular mainstream propaganda of the Fascists.

These are the “twilight years,” as there is little time left. The gym workouts are really a futile “immortality project.” If Roberto, the Mexican senior citizen buddy, has three more years, then the ol’ lavahead only has 13 more years. Well, the lifespan could be cut short if the Fascists have their way. Fuck ‘em! So say we all!

Addendum: $500 was transferred from investment accounts to the local bank in order to accommodate the increased “inflation” expenditures.