Beneath Bill's Rage
Looks like President Clinton hates turning 60 even more than we knew!

Baby Boomers Life Indiscretions
The Duchess of Windsor, that crone, used to say many miserably elitist things such as "one can never be too thin or too rich" and my favorite, "a woman who would tell her age would tell anything."

I turned 61 last August. That makes me one of those BBINOs (Baby Boomers in Name Only)--you know the kind. We are not too hip, but are always willing to learn.

Anyway, I place turning 60 right up there with colonoscopies and root canals. Evidently, so does Bill.

Expect Outbursts of Tears and Rages
My year of actually being 60 sucked more than turning 30. But now that I'm through it, here are my observations, predictions, rationales, bull.

The world is beginning to see the first of about twenty years of these self-indulgent displays, so gird yourselves and your children. Nevermind. If you're a child or a parent of a BBoomer, you've already done so.

The worst are those who as they reach a mature 60 realize they were wrong, all wrong, all the time, but are afraid to admit it. They likely force the issue until they are backed into a corner, and by year's end will come out with their tails between their legs. But there are plenty of fireworks.

Another type, the quiet Baby Boomer, who never got involved will probably decide this aging thing is not for them, and go through the last gasp of anti-aging strategies ranging from goat gonad implantation to face transplantation. Again, they will go along quietly most of the year, but expect larger lips. Isolation is the hallmark. This is due to the downtime from medical procedures. By age 61, however, it's hoped this type begins to see the impact hypervanity has on the quality of life.

A third type, the academic Baby Boomer, will perish. We'll never hear from him again because he stopped publishing and just as when he was alive, no one really cares what he thinks.

The fourth type--the narcissist--will tear you apart. And insist he tried like hell to get bin Laden.

Then They All Turn Sixty-One (or have died)...
And life is normal and interesting again.

Thanks for the read.