Sure - there's a huge gaping flaw in it - look past that to the karmic essence. H/t, Dick T.
Let's put all the seniors in jail, and the criminals in a nursing home.
This way the seniors would have access to showers, hobbies, and walks, they'd receive unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical treatment , wheel chairs etc. and they'd receive money instead of paying it out.
They would have constant video monitoring, so they could be helped instantly ,if they fell, or needed assistance. Bedding would be washed twice a week, and all clothing would be ironed and returned to them.
A guard would check on them every 20 minutes, and bring their meals and snacks to their cell. They would have family visits in a suite built for that purpose.
They would have access to a library, weight room,spiritual counseling, pool, and education.
Simple clothing, shoes, slippers, P.J.'s and legal aid would be free, on request.
Private, secure rooms for all, with an exercise outdoor yard, with gardens.
Each senior could have a P.C. a T.V. radio, and daily phone calls.
There would be a board of directors to hear complaints, and the guards would have a code of conduct, that would be strictly adhered to.
The "criminals" would get cold food, be left all alone, and unsupervised. Lights off at 8pm, and showers once a week.
Live in a tiny room, and pay $3000.00 per month and have no hope of ever getting out.
Justice for all.
This should make us think of what kind of world we've created for ourselves.
Fortunately for me my body healed enough that my parents could bring me home ... and later enough that I could live on my own.
Trust me when I say that I'll consider assisted suicide before anyone will put me back in that situation again.
Unless you've lived it you won't believe it.
V5
"One of my buddies, Bobby, was a wino. Lived in a box in an upscale alley in Center City (Philadelphia). Bobby would do odd jobs for booze money, and when he couldn't get any jobs because he looked like a bum, he'd toss a brick through somebody's window. He'd get arrested and spend a month in the can, and come out with clean clothes, a couple of bucks, some weight on his bones, and a fresh shave. He'd get some odd jobs, cuz now he didn't look like a bum any more, drink the money up, look like a bum, and do the brick thing to go to jail. He did that for years.
"Well, one time, winter's coming on, and Bobby's looking like a bum, and there's an early cold snap. Bobby does the brick thing, gets hauled into court, but the judge is one of those 'Poor baby, you must have had a rotten childhood' idiots, and spends a half hour giving Bobby a lecture and a pep talk about turning his life around -- and then turns him loose!
"Bobby is stunned. Winter's here, he's broke, no food, no heat in his box in the alley, and no three hots and a cot courtesy of the county. The judge comes out of the courthouse, gets into his car -- and Bobby throws a brick through his windshield.
"Judge gave him six months.
"Bobby stayed warm and fed all winter. True story."
Really, that place was nicer than some places I've paid money to live in, like the one I'm in now.
He could have walked out at any time: The "fence" was a line painted on the pavement, but with nasty penalties for being caught crossing it. Sorta like being a "free" man in Colly County.
My Dad would've been 100 years old today, but mercifully he passed away 30 years ago. It was quick and simple, Mom passed 10 years before him. I'm happy with my slot in life, even though it is not an easy one. I wouldn't want to be raising a family in today's world. There are many things I will never need to explain. I live in a small community of Veterans I've known for over 50 years as a 'virtual village'. Everybody knew that each of us had to make right decisions to make it work. We have males and females, who have known each other since grade school.
John, with a story like this, if it does not make sense don't worry about it. When a story like this makes sense, *now is the time to worry.*
@JTG, are you talking about Charles Manson (Helter Skelter)?
MASON! Not MANSON! Got it?
Thank you, for the correction!
Bob Mason -- he shows up at the VHPA reunions to hang with his old outfit. Last time I saw him was -- I think -- 1989, in Chicago.
How's Azariah doing these days?
I haven't heard much from Azariah lately; I've been spending too much time with his cousins Gabe and Cas, and he's probably still recovering from this little adventure. I'll let you know if he drops by again, though.
Oh, like, I wasn't supposed to feel the knife twisting, there.
Why is it that the cute chicks are always the most sarcastic?
Yanno, like the one about where the two australopithici walk into a bar...