PEACE AND JUSTICE FILES: DIE EARLY

THE PEACE AND JUSTICE FILES: DIE EARLY (A MODEST PROPOSAL)
By Skip Mendler

In the battle of words and legislation presently raging in Washington over the problems of the national debt, Federal spending, Medicare, Social Security, many questions are being asked – except for the most important one.

If I understand the Republicans correctly, a new set of Divine ordinances has been handed down via Grover Norquist and other for-profit prophets. According to these immutable edicts, our options going forward are strictly circumscribed: on the one hand, taxes must never be raised again, on anything or anyone; on the other, the military budget must remain sacrosanct and allowed to expand as much as it damn well pleases. Progressive alternatives such as the “People’s Budget” (see http://cpc.grijalva.house.gov) dare not be exposed to the light of day, much less the lights of a major TV news studio or the floors of Congress.

In such circumstances, there’s really only one question to ask:

How many Baby Boomers like myself will have to die early – that is, before beginning to draw benefits at age 63 or so – to make the books finally balance and save our economy for our kids, their kids, and, oh yeah, those other kids down the block?

Simple enough question, don’t you think? It’s just a number, after all – somewhere between zero and (according to http://www.boomerdeathcounter.com) 76 million or so. Clearly, if all of us Boomers were to survive into the triple digits (and hey, given advances in medical technology, it could happen) the system couldn’t support us all – even if we were still earning money from our hospital beds by fielding customer service requests from Mumbai or operating audioanimatronic greeter robots at the doors of the Kinshasa Ultra-WalMart. And if we were all to disappear tomorrow – well, many folks would breathe a sigh of relief at that, wouldn’t they? Somewhere between those extremes is the right number.

Please note that I am not talking about any kind of fascistic “culling” protocol, active euthanasia, or even “Soylent Green”-style protein recycling. My Modest Proposal is this: we should volunteer. And I shall be happy to be the first to do so.

After all, we’ve had a good run of it, haven’t we? Folks of my g-g-g-generation have been blessed by a succession of technological and cultural innovations previously undreamed of in human history, from Twinkies and Rock’em-Sock’em Robots to the Bay City Rollers and “Three’s Company.”

How good did we have it? Two words: Count Chocula.

I rest my case.

And frankly, the future’s looking less attractive by the moment. There are pharmaceutical sales reps and insurance executives out there who are literally drooling right now over the money to be made from us Boomers as we drift into dotage. (Yes, you know who you are, don’t look so innocent. Wipe off your chin, it’s disgusting, really.) I am not sure that I really want to be their cash cow – even if it did mean I could watch reruns of “Three’s Company” on a wall-sized 3D screen while munching on Count Chocula to my stented and pacemaker-stimulated heart’s content.

Due to the timing of my birth, I had the completely unmerited good fortune to go through college during that brief, magical time AW/BA – after Woodstock, but before AIDS – and by the same accident of timing, I missed the draft, which ended shortly before I became eligible for service. (Darn good thing, too; my random sequence number was 012, and I had many years to go before I would join the Quakers.) This is just to say that I have had more than my share of fun, and given somewhat less than my share of sacrifice. So if leaving early means that my daughter’s future could be a bit less insecure, well, then it’s worthwhile.

So how will I do this? I lack the intestinal fortitude to commit seppuku, and I’m too acrophobic for jumping off bridges – but I most certainly can up my indulgence in certain high-risk behaviors. And I will (seriously, now) be sure that I have all the advance directives in place to ensure that, at the first occurrence of anything even remotely fatal, I shall allowed to go quietly – and quickly – into that good night. When the party’s over, it’s time to leave – particularly if your ride is waiting.

Pete Townshend, of course, famously wrote “Hope I die before I get old,” and then forgot to do just that. Wouldn’t it be ironic if doing just that turned out to be our generation’s greatest legacy.

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8 responses to “PEACE AND JUSTICE FILES: DIE EARLY

  1. But I don’t like Count Chocula, Mr. Swift! Your point is so well taken that my consciousness is hemorrhaging. Pardon me while I find an intellectual tourniquet.

  2. See Vonnegut story “2 B R O 2 B.”

  3. Sleeping has more elements of consciousness,learn from your dreams.

  4. 100% agree.

    One of the (10 or so) problems with health care in this country is our insane cultural obsession with hanging on for every last breath. I have heard various statistics that we spend something like 1/3 of our lifetime health care costs in our last 90 days.

    If you don’t want this, living wills, advanced medical directives, and making our wishes known to friends and loved ones, is critical. I intend to be pro-active and step off gracefully when the quality of my life starts to slip.

    My favorite anarcho-primitivist, Derrick Jensen, suggests that the two best things you could do for the future of the planet, is blow up a dam or a powerline, and then kill yourself. His contention is that any society more evolved than hunting and gathering is inherently unsustainable, and therefore, immoral. It’s certainly clear that we cannot support the number of people we currently have.

    Well, that’s more than the feedback you requested, sorry. Hope it helps! 😉

    Cheers!

    Roy Solomon

  5. Michele Sands

    I would miss your writing and opining too much. Hold on a while longer; you never know what creation has in store for us.

  6. Here’s a followup:

    It took a long time, but eventually I found someone who was willing to give me an answer to my question – an expert in such matters, affiliated with a prestigious institution of higher learning somewhere in the Western United States. (I would tell you more, but this fellow made me promise to not quote him by name. He could see where this was going.) It’s a simple matter of demograhics, he explained – the relationship between the number of beneficiaries and the number of workers feeding money into the system. When you work it all out, the answer is, indeed, simple:

    About HALF.

    So. Well. There you are. Our mission is now clear, fellow Boomers: if we are to save the economy for our children, their children, and also those other kids down the block, half of us would have to Die Early.

  7. But if you DO decide you want to check out early and skip out on miserable suffering leading up to a death that is inevitable anyway, you are accused of cowardice, avoiding the suffering God has planned for you to experience for your redemption, and you will die and go to hell. At least, that’s what they said about Brittany Maynard, and NOTHING was going to save her.

  8. Pingback: Organizations I’ve made up that ought to be more real | Skip's Testing Range

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