Wisdom and old age. The two things don’t just go together – despite how much we fossils would like to believe otherwise. Most of us just get more stupid as we get older and cling to memories of a past we have invented. This is not a segway into discussing a couple of sad geriatrics contesting a televised beauty contest – no mention of MAGA.

It’s just a rant with no real beginning or end. Or meaning. Or wisdom.

The wisdom prompt came from here but I’ve no idea if I followed any rules.

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Wisdom. Highly overrated. Ancient knowledge. Old. Outdated. Memories of bygone glory. Just a tale, an old man’s story of the past – a foolish claim that different times might be the same. You should have been there, way back when the world was new and men were men. When black was black and white was white and women knew their place at night. When God was better understood ‘cause bad was bad and good was good and wars were fought on foreign land with those who wouldn’t understand and those who couldn’t see the light, all slaughtered in our noble fight for queen and country – thus we fought, the roar of guns outranking thought for niggers, communists and queers, with no spare room for new ideas – we knew all that there was to know, because the bible told us so.

How dare we even speak of love, and hide beneath a god above, excuse ourselves for fears and hates, delude ourselves that heaven waits. We’ve done our time, we’ve had our chance, as we stumble through this final dance. Our heart’s not beating, blood’s gone cold. There’s no wisdom in just growing old.

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