I spent an interesting hour the other day in conversation with a zealous young man in his 20s who was representing a local environmental organization with great gusto. I applaud people with such passion. However, to wrap things up, our young hero earnestly proclaimed: “Never, ever trust anyone over 45.” Hey you guys, you’re slipping, and rather badly. Why, back in my day, the activists’ credo set the top age of trust at 30. Either way, I guess I’m too old to be trusted, so please disregard this message. —Untrustworthy
This article appears in Sep 13-19, 2012.
Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Winston Churchill, Einstein, Socrates, David Suzuki, ALL Cannot be trusted!
ivan, me, ttfn, hugo, good dog, blow me, monsieur……
pg – don’t forget me either – fuck, I’m 61 and wouldn’t trust me, I’d date me, but I don’t give out on the first date. Willing to fuck for bacon though – see later post – drooooool
Never trust anything anyone says if you have the ability to look it up and confirm it for yourself.
I am not trustworthy either I guess…..what a motley crew this is…;D
…Maybe we should form a rock band–a lot of them can’t be trusted either (leslie west, jagger, bono, lenny kravitz–just to name a few), but I suppose that was already obvious in other ways…
i couldn’t include everyone, baz…that’s what the dots were for
Ageist little fuck. Hope he’ll be cleaning up my explosive colon curds in the nursing home.
sometimes a case of putting foot in mouth can be hilarious to watch and hear. i know a few that should heed this advice.
I’d love to meet the little wanker. I’m an eco-concious individual and I’m..er.. over 45.
You should have told him, ” You know there’s nothing wrong with you, that changeing yourself completely couldn’t fix”.
Fuckin Tree Huggin Binder Hippies.
It’s the Hairy Krishnas that I hate. I always talk to them like Walt Kowalski fron “Gran Torino”
HK: Excuse me sir. Do you have a moment
Ivan: What the fuck do you want, zipperhead?
HK: Would you like to learn the secret to true happiness?
Ivan: Lemme guess, Spanky. I’ll only ever be truly happy if I give up everything I own to live in a slum and spend my spare time panhandling for some Swami Poonjab who lives in a mansion. Is that the main bullet point of your presentation, pussy?
HK: Er, Uh, Spiritual growth is hampered by material possessions and…
Ivan: Of course, I’d have to be pretty goddam fucked up to take life advice from some swamp rat who looks like e-coli shit wrapped in an orange toga, right?
HK: I, er, ummm. Namaste?
Ivan: Yeah, Conde Naste to you too, mudface.
You sure that wasn’t Killer Kowalski?
Ah, no, you’re right… he didn’t finish with the Kowalski Claw.
He had something infinitely more effective:
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydFbfCO5-lc/Two0…