We are also the key to solving this Global Crisis...stick around, and I'll tell you how.
It'll involve a Grand Gesture...so magnanimous as to be Earth shatteringly powerful...yet totally non-destructive...except maybe to a few careers, some retirement funds, and that sort of thing.
Nothing we can't get over...eh?
We are the children of The Greatest Generation...our parents went from the Great Depression, to winning WWII, to getting back to the business of building a better life for us...without missing a beat.
Yet, here we sit...inefectually hoping it'll all slow down...time to get back to the business of retirement planning...dreaming about endless sunsets, four hour boners, Cadillac SUV's, the NFL in giant digital HI-Def...wheww...sounds good, eh?
Somewhere, you've got what my Father called, 'that sneaking suspicion'...it ain't goin' down quite that way.
We can sit fretting like a bunch of old hens, or get off our butts, and fix this mess...it's on us...like it, or not!
A dose of boat rocking, and cage rattling has to be preferable to Naval Exercises, and Saber Rattling...don'tcha think?
Adrift in uncharted waters...vessel pitching every which way.
Rattling cages, filled with screaching Harpies, tumbling about the deck.
Tiller fractured, rigging in shambles...we enter the passage 'twixt Scylla and Charybdis.
Don't worry...been there, done that...piece of cake.
As far as what happens after we pass...welcome to interesting times.
Your guess is as good as mine...let's hear it.
Whassup widat, Kids?
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