That venerable French museum The Louvre is raising its admission price by 45%.
To go packed like sardines and look at old stuff.
Don’t get me wrong; I love museums and I have been fortunate enough to visit several of the world’s greatest.
But what can they be escalating prices for?
Are they adding more labor, more people to squeeze in between the masses?
Are they giving away souvenir gift bags to the guests?
Are they giving guests free meals for their price of admission?
No. No. No.
They are just increasing their profit.
Greed.
Who do they think they are?
Americans?
He merely makes a comment, and the global oil prices go down. He makes another comment and the stock market goes scrambling.
You know he’s loving this shit.
Yet another explanation for the rising tide of nihilism in America today.
It has seeped into the Gen Z population who are staying at home longer because they see no benefits to going about their lives as their parents did.
They want more.
A lot more.
And they want it now, not after thirty years of hard work.
YOLO.
Bitcoin.
Crypto.
Go ahead; do your thing.
You’ll be dead in about sixty or seventy years from now.
You know, there once was a time in this country, in this society, where moral fiber was considered enviable.
I know it’s hard to believe when you see the criminals populating every branch of our once-democratic government.
Our Constitution, our very government, is based on the REPUBLICAN ideals of the French government in the 1700’s.
But the dumbasses in politics just want to use the party line as just another way to divide (and weaken) the populace, making them that much more susceptible to groupthink and doing their bidding.
I can’t be the only one seeing this happening.
I just love a badass female movie protagonist.
Preferably one with revenge on her mind.
I have always said that for women to turn the tables on men and become the dominant gender on planet Earth, they will need to develop some super-bitch who can beat the strongest man’s ass.
Handily.
I’m convinced you are already more intelligent, but kicking ass (or getting your ass kicked) is a language all men understand.
But there I go, polarizing the population again.
Maybe it is Pollyannaspeak to believe we truly all can get along.
I guess it’s the old hippie in me; I suppose I too, am a dreamer, like John Lennon.
But my wife makes me look like a warmonger.
It is that dance you finally got with your dream girl at the prom. How you gently ended the first soft sweet kiss, pulling away slowly. How you went home and couldn’t sleep; Couldn’t get her off your mind for two seconds. Had to call her.
Had to see her. Had to hear her voice. Couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of her breath on my neck, her arms wrapped tightly around me.
Where I was safe.
You might think I’m full of shit, but after forty-one years together, I still feel that way about my wife.
Stay well.
