I'm the front end of the "baby boom" generation. No one is going to make any money building me a new house. No one is going to create economic activity building me any new furniture.
When I shuffle off this mortal coil the same flexfuel Chevy will probably be parked in the garage.
My laptop is five, or six years old, and it suits me just fine; ditto the TV. I haven't bought a new suit in a lotta years. Hell, my "dress shoes" are 15 years, or older. I buy milk, and bread, and a steak every now and then.
I am Wrecking the Economy!!
I used to spend more in a year, than I spend, in "real" terms, in two or three, now.
Did I mention Social Security? They forced me to put a few hundred thousand in that, credited me with some 2% interest in my "fund," and then pissed that money away on whatever it was the government at the time wanted to piss it away on.
Now, buckaroos, it's time to "pay the piper." Starting next year, you got yourself a "creditor" with a palm, outstretched.
So, you folks got a "problem." His name is Rufus. Your worst nightmare just showed up on your doorstep, and he's not "buyin any alibis." He wants "paid back," and, you know the worst thing? He's going to put the money in "bonds."
You're going to really hate ol Rufi in a couple a years.
And, for you whining, sniveling little Gen X'ers out there, or Gen Y'ers, or metro-queers, or whatever you're calling yourselves, today, Fuck Off!
It was "My" Soc. Sec. money that the government gave you in your unpaid student loans, and your mortgage tax credit on the houses you flipped, and, ultimately defaulted on.
It was My soc sec money that financed the Wars for Oil that gave you cheap gasoline, and allowed you to cruise around in your gas-guzzling Mercedes, and 4x4's.
So, have a nice day, nitwits; and, oh yeah, don't be late with the check. I wasn't allowed to be late with mine.