I worry about getting old sometimes. I will be 66 in a few months and fret I might start some sort of mental meltdown. Kind of like Senator John McCain in Arizona. Now, fanning flames of hatred, he is blaming Mexican and Central American immigrants for the forest fires in Arizona.
Well, maybe he isn't losing it, but just capitalizing on the paranoia and hate politics that right wingers love to use. Maybe he could get together with our Governor and cook up some more conspiracies about the people who harvest our food, work on our landscaping, reroof our homes and everything else that we don't want to do. I know, Martinez could say illegal immigrants used their drivers licenses to get to the forests to light the fires.
Here is a conspiracy that is real. Politicians are scared to ban fireworks because the fireworks industry may not give them donations, or blame them for being unpatriotic. I remember when I was Mayor the industry lobbyist dropped off two giant boxes for me in my office when I was at lunch. I sent them back shortly thereafter with the note I couldn't accept them. They supported my opponents in the next election. Now, with this drought the Governor and Mayors should just put their foot down and say no to private use of fireworks this year. Public displays are fine, safer and more awesome.
Back to the age thing. (Damn, my mind wandered) Actually, I still feel pretty good for being closer to 70 than 60. I know some people my age that are in better shape than me, but a lot more that are in much worse shape. Those who smoked seem the worse. And those who drink to much. Sadly, some athletes seem pretty bad because of old injuries and joint damage.
Most of the folks we hang out with are doing great though. We have a lot of fun. In fact, another day of golf today!