Live long and prosper
Here’s a plan. Extend the human life span to 150 years. It might happen. Drugs. The question that sticks up like the proverbial mole in the hole is then, obviously, who would want to live like they’re eighty for another seventy years?
I’m what the comedians call “middle aged”, although I don’t know what calculator they’re using. I don’t have another half-century ahead, statistically. Some mornings I feel pretty creaky. What to do with another eighty or ninety years of not being as young as I used to be? I asked the question around the water cooler, and the best response was that they might come up with a “Benjamin Button” drug to offer in tandem. How about “Leave well enough alone”. I don’t see the need to live forever.
Actually, we know that John Q. Public will never be included in the first or second round of any Fountain of Youth. Figure on the juice going where the juice already goes: to the rich and famous. Just so we’re all on the same channel for the worst reality TV ever.
Meanwhile, the Euro-doobies are getting set for a huge bailout à l’américaine. More fake money to feed the frenzy. I wonder if the rich get a satiated feeling from froth. We’ve just finished weekend #1 of the Occupy Canada protests. The 99% are not as asleep as the other 1% have assumed.
After reading about rising house prices in Canada, I decided to see just how bad things are out in Vancouver. Called up Re-Max. The first property (highest in order) came in at $39 million… fifty pages later, I still hadn’t got below $3.4 million. Think about it. Forget the down payment and play mortgage god. Try to calculate the monthly payment.
