December 26, 2010

Now let's take time for another pressing need of mankind: stand-up comedy.  I think of Kinison screaming for the starving Africans to move to where the food is.  Actually that's not far from Ramana Maharshi guiding his guests away from their sterile thinking and towards the pregnant vacuum of reality.  There will come boomer dark humor in abundance, from themselves and in exasperation from their destitute offspring.  The other day Josh was watching the news with me, something about that ponzi scheme called Social Security and what a burden it will add to future generations.  He looked at me in disgust and said, "you fuckers."  And being on the government dole as I am, I felt a pang of guilt!  This is where the new anti-boomer comedy will come from, stuff about the real cure for the crushing debt produced by an aging generation: their deaths and how they might be facilitated--free early birds of nitrate-laden all-you-can-eat sausage dinners, free tanning beds, all drugs legalized and mandated for those over 62--who needs death panels?  But the best gallows humor will come from the boomers, themselves.  I predict a wave of it along the lines of Buddy Hackett: "I'm gettin' old, fallin' apart.  I got one good lung left, one good kidney.  I'm so fucked up I gotta take Viagra just to keep from peein' on my shoes."