I’m almost 68.

Except for a semester in college when jobs were scarce and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but
job-hunting every day, I’ve worked hard, since I was 17.

Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in several years. I make a decent salary, but
I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the current state of our economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired.
Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth” to people who
don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I
earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that, out of “tolerance for other cultures,” we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund
mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America and Canada, while no American
nor Canadian group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to
teach love and tolerance..

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global
warming, which no one is allowed to debate.

I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must
help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do.

Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up
their noses while they tried to fight it off?

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians
of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we
all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense
of entitlement, rich or poor.

I’m real tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and
actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination or big-whatever
for their problems.

Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’ll also be glad to be 68.. Because, mostly, I’m not going to have
to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my grandkids.