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The problem of extended life expediencies in humans


The problem of extended life expediencies in humans

With a subject such as extended life expectancy, one can only, at first blush, touch on the problem. Others can use a different term if they prefer.

There are, of course, likely to be many problems associated with larger geriatric populations but, if we are to be brief, we can only focus on the one raised here. You are probably thinking of other examples already. Mobility issues, for a start.

If one looks at the projections of life expectancy growth, the figures can be alarming. Sources differ in their projections so only one will be given.

Besides, what concerns us is not the specifics but the general. Once the general has been grasped, the specifics follow.

The report of an 74 year old woman having a baby, in a way, even if only tangentially in this case, bears out the insidious effect that increases in success in medicine and medical technology are complicit in the problem of delayed aging. And this is in spite of projected world population growth. Figures differ so much as to projected world population growth, let’s accept that we face astronomical increases in the population of the world as a whole. Nation-state figures are of little value since such entities are false constructs in the first place.

We don’t want to conquer all diseases and we are foolish to even think of doing so. The MD Anderson Cancer Clinic here in Houston, Texas, has a red line through the word “cancer”. Idiotic. If we knew what to expect tomorrow and the day after, we would not bother living. Why bother living if you know everything in advance.

Masters of the Universe we are assuredly not. And the sooner we learn of our place in a wider world – minuscule, in fact – meaning far beyond the confines of this planet – the better off we will be. And quickly too.

Our hubris knows no bounds. About time that changed.

Still. As we grapple with the effects of human destruction to our home, this planet, a wholesale view of our world and of ourselves is needed. No, required.

How about a Bill of Rights for Animals, for a start.

No doubt the figures of aging projections can be argued against. Such projections are like opinion polls, hopefully with greater value.

Regardless of which projection we look at, my point is a simple one. We, as individual,  do not know enough about the aging process. At present, we are not informed as to the demographics of ailments and illnesses that are blighted on the aging. And aging, whether we like it or not, is a part of every life form on the planet. Except one, apparantly. But you can look up that for yourself.

To attempt clarify, what I am saying is: we are taught to live healthy lives, go to the doctor, exercise, and so on. But there is currently no education program that teaches us what to expect.

Now, if you get the point, if I have made it clearly enough, then questions arise, not least of which is, what are we going to do about the rapid increase in life expectancy and of individuals and agencies knowing what to expect and of how to be prepared .

I will not go into specifics here. The matter raised is for one of dialogue not monologue.

Responses please.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

 

 

 

Filed under: Culture

Our local news, a sample: East freeway still closed after barges hit San Jacinto Bridge


East freeway still closed after barges hit San Jacinto Bridge

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: art, Culture, Media, Memoir, politics, stories

How to be English


There is a film “White Mischief” – an exemplary tale,  set in the White Highlands of Kenya. In the film, Maggie Smith, playing the lead character, throws open the curtains,

“Another f_____ing sunny day.”

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: art, history, Media, Music, poetry, songs, stories

Carbon Based Lifeforms – Derelicts


Carbon Based Lifeforms – Derelicts

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: art, Culture, Literature, Media, Music, poetry, songs, stories

Explosions In The Sky – The Wilderness. reprise


Explosions In The Sky – The Wilderness. reprise

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: art, life sciences, Media, Music, poetry, songs, stories

Good morning, America


Good morning, America
How are you today?

Are you still the fine country
You once were?

Do you still have your yodelers
And singers of charm
A cowboy in the saddle
For the day is long
Out on the prairie?

Don’t you yearn for those
Days
Simpler then,
Your heroes
The cowboys
Always on the trail?

You remember them, don’t you?

Celebrated in Hollywood
Celluloid dreams.

You remember their names, don’t you?
I needn’t repeat them here.

Some were real, though,
Weren’t they? You celebrated them too,
Didn’t you?

Of their deeds
Their deriding do’s.
Their criminal acts
Living by the Gun
Still.

Do you still celebrate those?

These cowboys
With their innocent air
Stetsons and Remingtons
Killed, didn’t they?

Airbrushed over
The Genocide did
Pushed out of mind

And conscience as well?

The Non Native Native Americans
Pushed to the fringe
American Apartheid, not?

Today you bury your heads
No longer held high
A vast nation
The envy of  the World
No longer held.

Sodden
Wet
Drenched
Your spirit
Gone.

What happened to you
My once bright beloved
Country?
A bright star in the sky.
You no longer hace
Pleasant dreams.

No longer are you hail and cheerful
But surly and dour
Each morning to greet each other
With a snarl.

Do you live, America
Or are you dying?
Tjhe American Dream
A Nightmare.

The Ugly American
Grotesque.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September,2019

 

 

Filed under: art, Culture, German literature, history, Literature, Media, Memoir, mythology, poetry, politics, songs, stories

Never to be silenced again


Never to be silenced again
That bird of song
‘Til death comes
As it does to us
All.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: Culture

I have been


I have been on journey
Long
Since 1974 ’til
Now.

But it did’nt
Seem long
When viewed from afar
All but in the twinkling
Of an eye.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

 

 

Filed under: art, Arts, English poetry, history, Literature, Media, Music, poetry, songs, stories

The songbird once dead


The songbird once dead,
Now alive,
Flies again in song
Rejoice.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: art, Culture, history, Literature, Media, Memoir, Music, mythology, poetry, songs, stories

Thank you


I have no idea as to how my thanks are received.  But it doesn’t matter. I have to give them anyway.

Thank you all who follow my blog, welcome those who are just joining and to  those who visit alike.

Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2019

Filed under: Archaeology, art, Arts, Culture, Cytokines, English poetry, Eternailities, Eternalities, German literature, history, Internet threats, life sciences, Literature, Media, Memoir, Music, mythology, Paleoanthropology, poetry, politics, Proteins, songs

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