a SENIOR MOMENTS 3 b Created Wednesday, April 5, 2017; last update, Tuesday, June 20, 2017
 • Octogenariancy slouches on, like it or not. I'm now 88. And having used up a lifetime and more, I note, with a weird sort of satisfaction, that in the process I've also used up two long Senior Moments. Like it or not, time to move on -- to #3. Welcome to this brand spanking new page. Please join me in looking to yet a 4th before it's time to move on to assisted care up in the clouds, beyond Adobe Creative Cloud even. • But before treating you to more of my peculiar wisdom of age, I must share with you this gem. I didn't dream it up. Isaiah did (Isa 46:44), with a little help from the NIV editors, and me. No, God did, which is why it is the first thing I review in the morning, and why it's worth starting this Senior Moment with: Even to your old age and to your wasting, I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will care you I will bear, I will save. • NEW Tuesday, June 20, 2017: I'm so old I remember when being progressive meant building on what was already established. Now being progressive means to laugh at what's established, investigate and prosecute it, dismantle it, call it racist and a danger to the planet. • NEW Tuesday, May 30, 2017. Very old, I feel so lucky to be living in this era, surely the most magnificent era in the world's history, surely in the history of this nation. Truly there's never been such an era as ours, so much to protest, to cry over, rebel against, blog about. The middle finger turns out to be more crucial in the evolution of modern man than his thumb. • NEW Tuesday, May 30, 2017. I'm so old I remember when gold-diggers had sugar daddies who supported them cheerfully. Now the gold-diggers sue the guy for sexual harassment, and live even higher on the hog. • NEW Sunday, May 7, 2017. I'm so old I remember when if somebody was saying to me "I've got your back," I wished they'd get off from it. • So. So, it has happened: O'Reilly has been spun and axed. Because of -- sigh, THAT again! -- sexual harassment. As I understand it, the final spin was a black lady asserting O'Reilly had been, gasp, leering at her! I'm so old I remember when it was called flirting. I never heard of its being harassment until maybe 10 years ago. • I'm so old I remember when we, we being church people, were admonished by scripture to "be ye perfect even as I [God!] am perfect." (Matt 5:48) We despaired of achieving such perfection. But nowadays the aspiration to be like God is, mercifully, way out of date. But an evil even worse than God has emerged! Now, at pain of court action and social excommunication, the ultimate persuasions, we are required, not merely admonished, to be ye politically correct. If perfection is unachievable, how unachievable is political correctitude? Absolutely unachievable! Woe are we! [Disclaimer: it should be obvious that I'm being cynical and ironic, hoping to get my point across by offering what sounds exactly the opposite. May I add to what was clearly ironic, that achieving Godly perfection, with God's help, emerges as the more feasible. His yoke is easy...compared!] • I'm so old I remember when we would ask ourselves, "How would Jesus do this?" Now, "How would a robot do this?" • BD greetings. "Yet another... Just when you think you've had enough, enough is enough, you realize that having another -- I speak of course of BDs -- is all the more a direct blessing from God rather than fb friends, not exactly arousing exaltation and getting you to dancing around and shouting even if you could, but rather for your having been singled out for yet more of the gift of life, and the sense that there must be some purpose not only for life in general but for this much of it. But I digress, rather expected of one this age -- I'm still a year older than thou, double digits, high-end digits. None of this helped, rather distracted from, the main purpose of this -- happy BD to you! -- shouted in a different tone of voice, a different voice, than I sent at you 70 or 75 years ago."


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