Originally Posted by
the other bob wilson
At 61, one of the differences between how I think now and how I thought ten years ago is that I'm increasingly aware of my own mortality, but there is another fear that eats away at me and that is that the day is getting ever closer when I go to sleep one night and find that I've turned into a selfish bigot when I wake up the following morning.
Of course, it would be wrong to make sweeping generalisations about old people in the way you have about today's youngsters. There are still very many pensioners who have carried the fire and beliefs of their youth into old age, but, based on my, admittedly limited, experience, there are far more who haven't.
I make a point of not discussing politics with many of the senior citizens I know because these people, who I certainly cannot say I dislike, have a tendency to launch into their best Alf Garnett impressions when the conversation turns to politics and, in particular, immigration.
No, give me the idealism and enthusiasm of youth over the cold hearted resentment of many of today's oldies when it comes to politics any day of the week.