Soros’ Wrinkles Can’t Pass Through the Eye of a Needle
When I look at the bedraggled old face of George Soros in newspaper pictures I can’t help but laugh. Imagine wrinkled George being a big supporter for legalizing marijuana. Not exactly a senior citizen’s pursuit.
I’m only 66 and I gave up marijuana in 1980. Everybody has always said that marijuana is not harmful, but I had some bad trips on it where I almost flipped out. I also wasted a lot of time being mindlessly high.
The first time I copped marijuana was in 1963 when my friend took me to a heroin shooting den in the city. One of the shooters told me that marijuana is kindergarten stuff. I felt like I wasn’t a man because I was only doing grass. Then I saw welts pop up all over a shooter’s arm when he injected himself. I knew that heroin wasn’t for me.
Is Soros still stuck in the hippie generation, or is he only interested in making money off pot to the detriment of others?
Soros should grow up before he leaves this planet with a negative legacy. If you don’t mature as you grow up, you are surprised by your death. Maturity is seeing youth as a failure of logical compromise.
I have far less wrinkles than George. But I wear them well. I do not run around promoting pot in my sixties. I am what I am. I am not an old man clinging to a woman half his age.
Perhaps my conclusions are too ad hominem. Perhaps logic dismisses veins of argument that run through the face of reality. You could argue that I have no right to insult Soros’ wrinkles. Then again you could argue that fans have no right to gawk at the smooth skin of models in the Sport Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Appearance is deeper than appearance.
Soros recently married a woman half his age. Is that incest or hubris?
George should wake up. Doing young things is not going to make him permanent. We all come and go. And when George goes his legacy will be embarrassment. His money will have been wasted on stupid liberal causes and he will be the man who didn’t grow up.
Clumsiness is a failure to live in your own time and place. George paints an awkward portrait when he promotes marijuana.
He will never get into heaven because all his wrinkles will never be able to pass through the eye of a needle.
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