Don't Panic

My peril-sensitive sunglasses went dark today - briefly.  After reading about the new woes of the Social Security and Medicare systems.  

Perhaps not so scary for those too young to think about their 'golden years' but perhaps those youngsters ought to think about who might be moving into their spare rooms when social security incomes become too meager to keep houses or pay rent.  That's right, the Grays are coming and they won't be flying in on UFOs (this time), they'll be arriving in Fords, Chevys, the odd SUV, Mercedes and Lexi that have seen better days, and the occasional batteries-past-their-prime Prius.  And when they arrive you can expect your TV to be tuned to Golden Girls and the Rockford Files and the refrigerator to be jammed with Ensure.  At least Hendrix and Zeppelin will be playing on whatever iPods are left within easy reach.

But like I said, my glasses went dark only briefly, which tells me this somber news may be more hyped-up old fare than new reality.  After all, both Social Security and Medicare were hurting already, even as the economy fizzed up to the Big Bubble.  What other news should we expect now that companies and people are making less and therefore contributing fewer taxes that pay for these 'systems'?

So Don't Panic.  That is, unless your peril-sensitive glasses go dark and stay that way.  If they do, take them off just long enough to blog about it ...