|A Sunset on the planet called Earth before it was destroyed.|
I don’t know if you are my age or not, but back in the Sixties, there was a great, camp, book that everyone, who considered themselves Cool, had to read. It was originally a radio show, but quickly turned into a book called “The HitchHikers Guide to the Galaxy”.
Even though it was a purely comedic work, I, along with so many others my age, read it, related to so much from it, and had many discussions on it’s “hidden” meanings, how it applied to our world then, and even more. It was a Camp hit of that time.
And, if you haven’t read it, it is still entertaining, even today.
Because I had read it so many times, and it was so entrenched into my mind, throughout my adult life, I would, occasionally, throw out one of the many ambiguous quotes from the book, in meetings, and such, just to see how many people caught what I had said.
Often, my comments would be met with laughs or at least a smile, and a few times, even a few responding comments, that only a fellow 60’s “Hippie” type person would understand.
Of course, over time, as we aged, and our working peers became younger, the responses and finally even the smiles disappeared, all to be replaced with questioning looks.
But, I really didn’t care, and with my particular and often peculiar personality (or so I have been told), I continued, at the appropriate moment, of course, to sling one of my generational lines into conversations, Just for the Hell of it usually.
Anyway, one of my favorites was. “Good Bye and thanks for the Fish!”
I won’t go into a lot of details about it here.
|Leave MY Fish Alone!|
Suffice it to say that it was a critical line from one of the most important characters in the book, and from the story itself, it was an important statement to all of the people of Earth.
If you don’t understand, but I have piqued your interest, then read the book.
If you were able to pull the statement from the cobwebs of your mind, and are sitting there, smiling, then maybe there is hope for us Retirees, yet.
Hope that we can wake up and see the changes being wrought in our world, and try to stop or at least change it for the better and for us as Baby Boomers, before it is too late.
You, and I, need to recognize the two-faced guys for who they are and we need to burst from our lethargic positions, remove their crowns and reject the insanity that we have allowed them to spout.
And, if nothing else, we need to see that our own, personal, “Boomer” insanity is made a higher priority in the order of the cosmos that we presently live in.
We can find the great computer “Deep Thought” quite easily. I mean, it’s just sitting there, in plain sight, so that is no longer the problem.
With access and a little control over Deep Thought, we, the Seniors of the world, can band together and present a unified front to the wicked Mouse distorted chaos that reigns as truth, in government, and especially, in DC, today.
|I have found MY Towel!|
As long as we make sure that we have our towels with us, we can march together, even if only via email and phone calls, and scare the President of the Galaxy into a new consideration of the real “Question”.
That is, once we have explained to him and his fellow Mice in Washington that even though the answer is 42, he needs to understand the real question, and not some nonsensical financial suppositions that are touted by mere power hungry Congressmen.
So, Retirees, Seniors, Baby Boomers, old Hippies, and all of the concerned people of the world, lets unite, and pose the real and honest great question to the Cosmos.
We need to ask them; “Why are you eating All of Our Fish?”.
IF we can get them to leave out Fish alone, then maybe we can find a way to grow our Fish, and have not only, enough for ourselves, but maybe, if we use our towels of truth effectively, we can even generate more to share with others like the X-Gens, and Y-Gens, etc.
But, we do need to move now, and tell them; “You can Keep Your Thanks, and we will Keep our Fish!”
Along with; “And, if you don’t listen to us, we will have your own, personal little secret planet of corruption and self-involvement ……….. destroyed!” We know who to call, and the price is relatively cheap, considering all else in the Cosmos!
As an aged, silver haired Boomer, who has found his towel in my old attic chest that I call memories, I am now awake to these happenings, and you need to join me as I say;
“I want my Fish left alone!?”
Hi Don,Even though I too came of age in the Sixties (and unfortunately DO remember them) I haven't read the HitchHiker's Guide, or most of the "bibles" from that era, but am now on a course to rectify that, so I'll be tracking down a copy. What I call Remedial Boomerism. lol!As for the present state of our country, I'm thrilled at the resurgence of activism Boomers did so well in the Sixties. A pity it didn't happen 20 years ago, before the inmates took over the asylum.