Tuesday, June 24, 2025

The Brain-Addled Little Prince

I was lined up outside the Social Security office early yesterday morning. (Yes, I am that old. Got offa mah lawn, ya damn pink kids!) I was fully expecting to be waiting with people my age. The Lovely Wife went with me. I think we were the oldest people in the building.

Social Security serves a very wide range of needs, and I wondered how many of those people had a computer, or internet access. Maybe I assume too much, but I’m pretty sure few of them were “surfing the web” (told ya I was old! Now git!!) in their regular lives. Lives I’ve encountered before, lived among before. I’m not reporting anthropology from the Bushmen of the Kalahari. I’m just recognizing my privilege. 

Kennedy is wholly incapable of recognizing his.

The cars there were mostly old, beaten up, worn down. There was no sign of “disposable income” to spend on “wearables.” Of course, that’s why those people were there. They needed government assistance, and it wasn’t going to fashion choices or new cars. And it wasn’t going to “wearables.”

The Lovely Wife heard me playing that clip of RFK, and I explained why he was talking about “wearables.” She wondered why the government would pay for those instead of healthcare. I had to explain Kennedy meant to pay for neither. This isn’t about smaller government. This is about “Sucks to be you, buddy! You’re on your own!”

It’s a whole different level of selfishness and nihilism. After all, we’re all gonna die. Right, Sen. Ernst?

2 comments:

  1. This is a continuation/variation of Newt Gringrich's famous "In a few years we'll all have diagnostic chairs that we sit in for ten minutes and receive a complete diagnosis! Health care made faster and cheaper!"

    At no point did the gasbag mention how much such a miracle chair might cost or who would pay for it.

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  2. Nor who it would be available to.

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