You Grow Old - I'll Stay Here. Everyone’s talking about Social Security. Why not me as well? Okay. Here we go. The people who depend most on Social Security for their welfare in later life are the kind of people who
do not exercise their ability to choose. I’ll take myself as an example. I set up a 401(k) account about two years ago. I haven’t changed it. I don’t intend to. I don’t understand the complexities of the stock market or the yields and/or risks of various portfolio options. I gargle malt liquor, watch porn online, and play video games. Professionally, I prance around on stage and pretend that I’m someone more interesting than myself. The people aching to choose (and change) their long-term financial planning are exactly the kind of people that won’t
need social security; because they’re already making life decisions that will (if they’re fortunate and/or skilled) garner healthy financial returns in their twilight years. Social Security was not designed with them in mind. It was designed for retards like me. Weirdly, most people are like me when it comes to retirement planning. The data on this is overwhelming. The majority of people who open a 401(k) or an IRA do not change it – ever. Of course, once you open a retirement account you’ve already distinguished yourself as a kind of minority. So who benefits from privatizing Social Security? Duh. Money Managers and their affluent clients. Let me make one more point. Choosing not to choose is not the equivalent of being a lazy welfare queen or a consequence of having a lackadaisical attitude. When it comes to retirement, we prefer
security over choice. That’s it. Period.
I’m done. Now I need to get back to gargling malt liquor.
8 Comments:
What bullshit misogyny. Persistent and repeated. Just bullshit.
Existentialist delight disguised as misogyny. Word.
This post has been removed by a blog administrator.
I'd just like to point out that "my post" the other day was actually the work of a nefarious identity hijacker and do not necessarily reflect my opinions. Geez, you have to be so careful who you invite to your house to watch the Super Bowl and get liquored up. A few bottles of wine and Wheeeeeew, the blog comments are flying.
Actually, I like the post and the picture of the sweet ass. Ahhhh, sweet ass.
bring back the hijacker.
Pity about all the sexist bullshit on this blog--rendering the vaguely progressive ideals you whine about rhetorically meaningless.
One of the most dangerous traps for wildlife is the little known chimney. Contrary to public belief, only raccoons, chimney swifts and bats can extricate themselves from a chimney flue. This means that chimneys are a death trap for all the other animals. Countless starlings, pigeons, gray squirrels and other wildlife, die an agonizing death from falling into chimney's. Protect wildlife by capping your chimney.
If the life of an animal doesn't move you, then we suggest, you look at how a chimney cap protects your chimney's crown from rain damage.
"Capping your chimney" is a horribly graphic and offensive euphemism for what any red-blooded American male would wnat to do with the woman in the picture Kelly posted. Clearly Eponymagain is cloaking his own misogyny with feigned concern for small, woodland creatures. Really, he seeks, as his crude euphemism suggests, to use women for the most base of purposes.
At least Kelly is out in the open about it and would probably offer some malt liquor afterwards to make the experience all the more pleasureable. I have to admit that I too would like to "cap her chimney," but at least I'm honest about it. And, if you must know, I already did put a cap on my chimney to keep rain and birds out of my flue in particular and house in general. So I am earnestly concerned and horny.
Thanks for making it easy.
It's been real, Arlo, but I've got other ways to spend my time.
Post a Comment
<< Home