Fans of shutting down the NHS are often visited in their sleep by troubling visions of old and infirm people dying in the streets, but I’ve found the perfect antidote!

“About 75 white pupils walked out of the Central High School here after eight Negroes went in to-day, and one boy hung a straw effigy of a Negro from a tree.”

That was 1957. The hate mongering 30-somethings operating on that day are now feeble old octogenarians. And guess what? The rest of the slimy bunch that handed us young’uns this peculiar smelling crazy world are old age pensioners too now. Unaided old age seems a fitting punishment for the generation that failed to fix the world and handed the problem onto their own children.

Counterpoint

It could also be said that the only people who had the power to fix the world used it to become super-rich and are now living it up in retirement castles, leaving the dispossessed to take the blame from ignorant upstarts like myself, and grow old in poverty.

I lean towards the former point, since even being alive in the 1940s and 50s must make you culpable via some kind of osmosis of responsibility.

Dear child-of-2050: feel free to let me and my generation fend off the radioactive zombie-rottweilers on our own, if we haven’t fixed the world before handing over the keys.