How many of you are at this age?

Manifesto of one in the golden years...

I have taken, in my golden years, to telling the unvarnished truth when it comes to local, national and world affairs. I eschew obfuscation, as opposed to simply parroting the "party line" offered up by those who are often just covering their butts or who have a not-so-well-concealed agenda.

This angers some people who would rather that I do not expose charlatanism. So be it.

The line uttered by Jack Nicholson about truth as the Marine Colonel in A Few Good Men comes to mind. I have reached that age where I simply don't give a **** any more. I call 'em as I see 'em, and I've been around the block so many times that I don't miss a trick.

Perhaps after I'm dead and gone, someone will remember me and remark that "John was right after all."

John
 
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Going from a car/4x4/jeep mechanic to a class A machine builder then to a lead engineering tech in charge of the test lab welding, fabrication and test setups I was on top of my game. I was enjoying using and tapping into my mixed bag of talents. "I heard ideas from the engineers and In my mind I had a picture of what I had to do. I would have flown by the seat of my pants to just get it done. After losing my job to competition in the past I'm in control to speed up the engineering R&D process and kick you know what. I would listen, look, think and do it.

I quit school to get a job so we could eat. I could of gone to college and get my PHD I been told. But I chose the strong body instead of using my educated brain. I just didn't care. Never pass up a chance for education that's my point. I let and accepted that hard work was the way. That was dumb.

My point is I'm still sharp in designing or fixing anything. I think and look now. My worn out battered body says your kidding me right?
I call it a separation of mind and body. We reach a point in our lives it just don't matter anymore. It's fishing and hunting and shooting when were too old for anything else.

Warning, life passes us by so fast. I got older faster than the speed of light. Stop and tell your family you love them everyday. Help them with there problems. Take them out for diner often even if it's ice cream. Bill
 
Where it gets me is when I type something out, then read it and decide it's really not something I should say but can't stop my finger from clicking "send"
 
I was born that way and I have paid a heavy price for it over the years but I done it my way. Pap told me several times when I was younger I would never get to be old because somebody would kill me. I must be tougher than Pap thought because I'm 72 and that is past old. Larry
 
Reminds me of the story about why old men never get hired for anything.

The older gentleman was in an interview with a young H.R. representative and was asked:

"What do you think is your biggest fault?"

The old man answered: "I think my biggest fault is my honesty."

The H.R. Rep responds: "Sir, I don't think that honesty can be considered a fault!"

"I don't give a damn what you think."
 
Friends

Fortunately, in my circle of acquaintances there are a few like minded people so sometimes I just count to ten and let one of the others throw the grenade .
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Jim in Iowa
 
"What demon made me behave so well?"

...Henry David Thoreau, "Walden".

Time to watch Secondhand Lions again.
 
I reached a point at work where people would say, "You can't say that!" and I'd say, "What are they going to do, make me retire with a full pension?"

Yeah, the 18 months between when I could retire and when I did retire were very entertaining.
 
I'm not sure age had anything to do with it. I am retired now, but back when I was subject to performance reviews I once received a "painfully honest" rating.

In retrospect, I realize that behavior characteristic is one of the reasons I am not wealthy. :rolleyes:
 
As I used to say to an (ex) girlfriend who complained I never listened to her: "I put a lot of effort into making you think I care about what you're saying"

She got it. Eventually.

Or like I say "Sincerity is EVERYTHING. If you can fake that, you've got it made."
 
I say stuff I can get away with now because I'm old. I tell my gal friends there pretty or looking hot today.
 
Open mouth, insert foot. Been doing that for a long time. Not as bad though as my older sister. She's in her early 70's but has been doing this ever since I was a kid. She's caused more family strife and arguments by opening her big mouth. I didn't talk to her for years after what she said affected my family and kids. My other sister is a flaming liberal and is very free with her opinions and criticism if I express ANY conservative issues. I think both of my sisters fail to think before they speak. Oh, and they both wonder why we get upset with what they say.
 
Ah, yes--"jamming time"--the time you become eligible for full retirement and when you CHOOSE to go. Suddenly the whole dynamic changes. I worked a year longer and every day it was a real choice as to whether to go in or not. Right or left at Oak street...good times, good times.

One fine day the call came through that the final closing documents had been signed on my house sale and the money deposited in my account. I got up, walked across the hall, and put in my retirement papers. As the old Toyota ads had it--"Oh, what a feeling!".

There were no tear stains on the paperwork, either.
 
One of the few things you can take with you is your integrity.... I hate making people feel bad, but if you ask for it, I will not spoil my integrity over telling you....

I was never very popular in my peer groups in the AF, but miraculously I was the guy the decision makers consistently asked to be briefed by.... gee wonder why....
 
Once I reached 50 I found the governor had been taken off my mouth by my brain. I used to hold my tongue and just peer at the opposite party until my brain gave my mouth something non-argumentative or mean to say. Nowdays, not so much.

Just this morning I was on the phone with a young lady, I had attempted three times to speak to the general manager at this place of business. (and not to complain but to make arrangements for something) He had refused to come to the phone or return my calls, so in frustration I said, "tell so-and-so he's a chicken for not coming to the phone". Where did it come from? I dunno, it just came flying out of my mouth before I knew it.
 
It is said that as you age, you either become fine wine, or you turn into bitter vinegar. I'm pretty sure of the direction I went. I find myself less able "to suffer fools gladly".
 
Never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins.

That way, when you do criticize him, you'll be a mile away, AND you'll have his moccasins.
 
You know I am a supervisor of a security team in a politically correct work place and I am surprised I still have this job at age 75 as I am prone to say what I think on occasion. Neat thing about this is that a lot of folks know where I stand and confide in me with comments they couldn't express else where and feel comfortable with. Means a great deal to me that these folks can feel like they can come to me and vent on occasion without repercussions on down the line. Politically correct sucks in my opinion. Popper
 
Thought I got wiped out for expressing my views. Sorry guys! My mistake. Popper!
 
Thought I got wiped out for expressing my views. Sorry guys! My mistake. Popper!
No worries! Did you know that you can delete a post that create, unless it is the first post in a thread?

Not every forum I visit is that forgiving, but Smith & Wesson Forum is.

That's a good thing when you make as many mistakes as I do. :o
 
Once I reached 50 I found the governor had been taken off my mouth by my brain. I used to hold my tongue and just peer at the opposite party until my brain gave my mouth something non-argumentative or mean to say. Nowdays, not so much.

Just this morning I was on the phone with a young lady, I had attempted three times to speak to the general manager at this place of business. (and not to complain but to make arrangements for something) He had refused to come to the phone or return my calls, so in frustration I said, "tell so-and-so he's a chicken for not coming to the phone". Where did it come from? I dunno, it just came flying out of my mouth before I knew it.

Pent up frustation is where it camefrom, I sometimes do the same after holding it "in" for far longer than I should have. Most of my friends are older than I--and for a reason too. The youngest I can possibly call a freind--is 28 and I often want to put him up against a wall and use em for target practice. :rolleyes: I alsowill not date a gal more than 3 years younger than i am.:cool:
 
Oh ****! Yes, I always tell the truth. Even if it's not what you wanted to hear. Don't ask me if the dress makes you look fat or anything that you don't want and honest answer.

I cant stand that **** and I dont beat around the bush either.
 
Oh ****! Yes, I always tell the truth. Even if it's not what you wanted to hear. Don't ask me if the dress makes you look fat or anything that you don't want and honest answer.

A co worker of mine was fond of saying "The truth only hurts the person it's about."

I know that if I tailored my answers to make the bosses happy, I would have ended up being a boss.

I just never thought it was worth selling my integrity for advancement.
 

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