Every so often I'll stumble upon posts stating who and what someone writes for, the whys, the why nots.
I usually nod or say 'Fuck you Random Guy or Gal' and move along.
Sometimes, I want to comment, like, 'Well, I don't write for you neither jacknad!' but I don't, it just makes it easier for all concerned.
I don't really write for any particular generation. I have a mix of ages in my readership and I read a mix of different ages.
The 1902s are my favorites but I've been known to peek in on the 2000s and shake my head and wander back to my 1222s!
Course this discussion always leads to the same topic, old people seemingly do need more care than the youngens and the oldies love to siphon off the social security funds.
Them old bastards!
My solution to this problem is really easy.
Old people, you just need to wander off into the frozen wasteland which is the back yard and die.
Be a good sport and dig your own grave before you go, make it easier for us to like dispose of your corpse.
Make sure you make a will leaving your millions of dollars to me.
Be nice like that and we might return the favor and put a nice headstone on your grave.
That way, years later, when Super Walmart builds a new store there, they'll find your remains and maybe, just maybe, you'll start an investigation.
So see, solution is easy.
You know what to do.
Yes, write a blog in return demanding that the Youngen Generation kill themselves!
It's the right thing to do!
Good night and have a better tomorrow.
Who do I write for?
YOU!! AND ONLY YOU!! ~big smooch~
And my brother George!!!