"The Present-Day Old Man"

This world is no world for the old man. He has no place. He is not wanted. All of his old man hangouts have been burned down, including the arcade and the fire house. I see old men shackled to bike racks; I see old men forced to wear less-than-flattering clothes. It's apocalyptic. A bunch of old men looking for comradery and some harmless hijinks built a secret treehouse, only to beaten and skinned alive, Predator style.

Old men are getting no chicks: it seems old women have joined forces with the rest of society and cut them out--And if you think there's still some super-rich guy who's getting a young hot model type who's only using him for his money--yes, yes, that guy is still killin' it! But no one else is even spoken to.

So why this affront on old men? Well, for a while they walked around like they owned the place, and years before they did. And I don't think they cared if they acted like jerks to people--they cared about themselves, their bottom line.

Now certainly there were some cool, fun old dudes who were examples of goodness, but, sadly, they're getting lumped in with the bad apples.

What to do? Well, if these cool old dudes could kill the other lame old dudes, we'd have a start: Nothing is more powerful than a righteous old man ripping the still-beating heart out of a devious old dude. It's killer! But until that happens, all old men will have their heads on the chopping block. I'm sure, right now, there's a pleasant-as-a-peach old stallion hoping for a hot air balloon ride. He's bought his ticket, packed his lunch, and he's going to disappointment town.