Thursday, June 14, 2012

Peace, Man

This will not go over well, but still, dedicated to truth in all its forms, Roto-Rouda forges on, citing injustice when spotted and saying those things nobody has the courage to say out loud but still think in their darkest moments....

"Aging Hippie Willie Nelson" costume wig
I finally figured out what's the worst thing about Facebook. It's not the constant "Like" this and "Like" that. It's not the incessant sell, sell, sell of everyone's jewelry and arts and crafts and music and dancing and what have you--yes, my blog too, but at least I don't charge you for it. And it's not even the targeted advertisements running down the side, a constant reminder that They know who we are, where we've been, and what we like. NO. It's the old-timey, 1970's, Woodstocky photographs of aging--truly, some are by now aged--baby boomers back when they were hippies and had hair and were thin and handsome and pretty. Each one is usually accompanied by about 17 to 25 comments about how cool the picture is, when it's really pathetic.

Just let it go, fellow boomers. Yes, we were young once. That's gone now. Can't we celebrate who we are today, before this too is gone? After all, to an octogenarian, 65 is young.

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    1. What the heck is wrong with Willie Nelson? At least he is not Wayne Newton.

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