Published on November 11th, 2010 | by Leonard Jackson0
Seniors – The Golden Age
As best I can remember, Charles Gusewelle and I are about the same age – give or take a few months. I’m in the midst of starting this new blogging career, hopeful that at this age my mind is still relatively active and alert and here he goes and destroys any confidence that I might have built that anyone in the sunset of their life could make sensible observations on the world around us.
Just when I was beginning to believe some of the kind words my family was heaping on my work, this poor soul comes completely unhinged and darts about in all directions castigating those of us who dared to choose candidates that we preferred over the disastrous group that had set about destroying the nation.
Over the years I have enjoyed some of the Gusewelle commentary, but I finally learned all I really wanted to know about fine hunting dogs, cats, annual wild turkey hunts and fishing trips in a cabin in Missouri and life on some Siberian river which name escapes me at the moment. In fairness credit must be given to a writer who can earn a nice living with pretty much these topics even though it was a career in only one newspaper which is not exactly known as an august member of its peers.
It has been said that when a person reaches twenty-one and is not a liberal he/she has no heart, and by fifty-one if not a conservative he/she has no brain. The problem with liberals is that they are never satisfied. No matter how great the success for the cause du jour or the latest political scheme they are trying to promote they never seem to be pleased. In other words, they are never really laugh-out-loud happy. They can always find something else to protest. With them it’s not about a solution, they just love the protests. Eventually, thinking people realize this and begin to pursue more meaningful activities that can make a difference in their lives. That’s referred to as maturity.
But Sunday’s rant about the recent Republican rout of the Democrats was about as disjointed, amateurish, not to mention untrue and absolute fantasy, as I have seen lately even in such a publication as our own Kansas City Star. When Gusewelle tries to analyze real life political situations all of the journalistic panache he usually displays vanishes and he lapses into this deranged rant that flings unsubstantiated tripe in every direction. It’s like startling Christiane Armanpour from a deep sleep and discovering she was really raised in the South Bronx.
Since it seems that according to Ol’ Charlie, I belong to a coalition of the uninformed, or misinformed, or the racially bigoted or the obscenely privileged that caused this misadventure, so I’m trying to decide which group is the most appealing. I have to admit that it’s no contest. All of my life I’ve openly envied the obscenely privileged. If they are holding meetings someplace I would like to join as soon as possible and start this exciting new life. I’m also going to ignore this age thing. Some of us fall into various stages of dementia before others. I’m sure I’m not there yet. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.