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“Trump Covers Most of the 13 Things We as Seniors Want.”

I knew better than to open an email with this heading from an old friend. Anything with the heading Seniors is usually going to make me madder than hops. But the topic hit two of my hot buttons.

I was curious to see how an otherwise intelligent, successful person could drink the Trump Kool-aid and I am out of the loop on blanket endorsements by older people.

This brief caveat preceded the list of thirteen things seniors want:

“Truthfully, we are usually in agreement with most of what he says but wish someone else was saying it.  But you have to listen to him and not be distracted by his showmanship and obnoxious behavior. But what matters is that he covers most of the 13 things we as seniors want.”

  1. Put “GOD” back in America!
  2. Borders: Closed or tightly guarded!
  3. Congress: On the same retirement & healthcare plans as everybody else.
  4. Congress: Obey its own laws NOW!
  5. Language: English only!
  6. Culture: Constitution and the Bill of Rights!
  7. Drug-Free: Mandatory Drug Screening before & during Welfare!
  8. Freebies: NONE to Non-Citizens!
  9. Budget: Balance the damn thing!
  10. Foreign Countries: Stop giving them our money! Charge them for our help! We need it here.
  11. Fix the TAX CODE!
 If this was a blanket endorsement by older people, I'm beginning to understand why they are tools for pollsters. Urban dictionary: Tool: One who lacks the mental capacity to know he is being used. A fool.

Here’s my take on thirteen things that seniors admire about “The Donald.”

All of their rantings about morality has sent the far right segment of the older population off the rails. Do a balance sheet of “wrongdoings” of Hillary vs Donald and get back to me.

The demographic that correctly identifies these folks is bigotry not senior. When it serves their purpose they drag God, respect and the military into the equation.

Nothing about Trump’s behavior indicates he has a clue about godliness.

He has totally disrespected the office of the Presidency.

As for the military, I guess many of these folks forgot Trump had bone spurs when it came time to man up.

Older people are not given due consideration and often have to deal with exclusion and marginalization.

To my friend who sent the email; I know I won’t hear from you again and to tell the truth, I’m not sorry.

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Pigeonholes, Labels and Misnomers

Pigeonholes, labels and misnomers were the reason for this questionable job offer. The worst part was the employer was clueless.

I was appalled at the employer’s candor and his mistaken belief I would be pleased to accept his offer of employment.

I hoped I would not end up living in a cardboard box with a grocery cart for transportation, as I faxed my response to his questionable offer of employment.

“First of all, I want to thank you for the interview and the subsequent offer of employment. However, I feel I must decline. You indicated that your hiring manager believed employing a “Senior Citizen” would be an asset to your company. She theorized it would take longer for me to complete tasks; therefore I would be a more focused employee.

I am assuming you believe it would take me most of the day to shuffle to my computer and figure out how it works. Then it would be time for lunch and if I managed to remain upright and awake, I would have to be productive only four hours of each day. This would explain the salary range as it appears to be based on four hours of compensation for an eight hour work day.

You further stated that you believe I would be a loyal employee because I would be grateful to have a job at my age. Kind of reminds me of that old saw about ugly girls showing gratitude for a kiss.”

Many seasoned employees want to remain in the workforce as we are eager to remain in the mainstream. More of us are working because we have to. We don’t have a sense of entitlement because we arrived at a certain age. We are fit and knowledgeable and look for ways to remain employable in today’s job market.

After the adrenaline recedes from reading about re-tooling your career, finding your passion; doing what you’ve always wanted to do, cold, hard reality sets in. Most women don’t have Joan Rivers budget for cosmetic surgery and the only red carpet we will see is the one in the temporary staffing office cooling our heels, waiting for one more shot to prove we still got it.

Some HR gurus added a twist to the diversity issue and suggested an appropriate place for us to earn our daily bread might be at drug stores and fast food restaurants.

How bad for business can it be for us to be seen stacking canes and incontinent supplies on drugstore shelves?

Wouldn’t the retired gent who meets his buddies for the “Senior Citizen Breakfast Special” feel more at ease with one of HIS peers serving it to him?

I have responded to job announcements at retirement centers and declined for an interview because they “hired a candidate whose qualifications more clearly matched the position description”. If you were a prospect shopping retirement centers, who would you be more comfortable with helping you make a lifestyle decision; someone more like you, or the twenty-something salesperson?

My father, who worked full time until age 80, bristled at being offered a “Senior Citizen Reward” or any discount associated with that category of consumer.

At the time, I was amused. Now, I empathize. Who, in his right mind, really derives pleasure from being called a “Senior Citizen”? What group of people does it define? Does it kick in when you become eligible for AARP membership? I don’t know how other people feel but I’m ready for a new definition.

Those who use the term “senior citizen” to identify a person, usually sport a cheesy, benevolent smile as though they are introducing two homely people on a blind date. Come on; these guys know they are homely just as older people know they are a bit long in the tooth. We can skip the designation.

The hiring manager who theorized about my capabilities will soon have an opportunity to personally experience being a focused employee. The company went out of business and she is inches shy of being a “Senior Citizen”.

Note: Originally published November 2007, Beaches Leader, Jacksonville, Fl. And, it really happened to me.
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The Term “Senior Citizen” Is A Double Dealing Attempt At Political Correctness

Ban the outmoded demographic senior citizen. Ditch sleazy politicians who use the phrase as a term of endearment during an election year, then do an about face regarding “entitlements” once elected.

The phrase finder says, the American term “senior citizen” came to life in the 1930s as a euphemism for “old person.” The substitution smacks of patronization combined with a snarky attempt at political correctness.

Life expectancy in the USA in the late 1930’s was 63 years of age.

Since then older people changed.

If sixty is the new forty, then seventy must be the new fifty and eighty would be the new sixty. If one follows this logic, at what age does the dubious distinction of becoming a senior citizen kick in?

Someone recently stated ages 55 to 64 is an uncool demographic. If numbers are uncool the term “senior citizen” is way behind the times.

Sidney Poitier once told someone “I’m not who you think I am. I’m who I think I am.”

He was referring to racial profiling but the comment goes to the core of perceptions about aging.

 The new sixty hits the gym several times a week. Involved, engaged and interesting;  may still be in the workforce or have a hobby they have monetized.

Women are not decrepit, demented or dependent. The “Aunt Bea” look for mature women is dead. We are confident and fashion choices reflect that confidence.

Computer literate; we pump our own gas and are comfortable dining alone. We may or may not have grandchildren; don’t make assumptions either way.

Previous generations may have embraced senior citizen as cool, but this ain’t your mama’s retirement.

Note: Originally published October 2010



Senior Citizen Refuses Job Offer

From the archives:

Williams, JoAnn Beaches Leader, Atlantic Beach, Fl.9 Nov 2007 print

I was excited about the company and interview. They had an inordinate amount of turnover and were seeking stability, but what appeared unto them was a SENIOR CITIZEN.

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“I want to thank you for the interview and the subsequent offer of employment. However, I feel I must decline the offer. You indicated that one of your  managers felt hiring a senior citizen would be an advantage to your company as I would not be bored.

I assume she theorized it would take longer for me to complete tasks and, therefore, I would be a more focused employee.

I am guessing you felt it would take me most of the day to shuffle to my computer, figure out how it operates, then it would be time for lunch and if I managed to remain upright and awake, I would only have to be productive four hours of each day.

This would explain the salary range as it  is based on about four hours of compensation for eight hours of production. I would have preferred to be considered an asset because of my skills and abilities.

Should I have been relieved that I found an employer who felt, because of my  age, I would be grateful to have a job? This is not unlike kissing the ugly girl at the party because she will be  grateful.”

A good forty years after the bra burners of my younger days told us we could do anything, I was  naive enough to believe skills and abilities will take precedence over a youthful bod.

My 90-year-old father bristled at being offered a Senior Citizen Reward. He refused any discounts associated with that category of consumer. At the time, his offspring thought it was humorous  for him to take such a stand.He was correct to be offended. Who in his right mind would ever be proud of the catchphrase “Senior Citizen”?

Exactly what group of people does it define?

What kind of a mental picture does the term evoke?

I don’t know how other mature people feel about the term, but I’m ready for a new definition.

The  firm went out of business six months later.



Postscript: Nine years later and I still can’t stand the designation senior citizen.


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