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	<title>Comments on: School Drop-out</title>
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		<title>By: Jim Graham</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jim Graham</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 00:45:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I heard that from now until I retire (since I fall into the last two weeks of "Boomer") that a Boomer will retire every eight seconds.
I read recently that a child drops out of high school every twenty seconds.
Now, when I retire and my health degresses back to the point where I am a diaper-wearing fogey with greasy green feces (just like when I was a baby... good grief, the stench!), there will be a high school dropout to care for me and two of my dearest green-diapered co-Boomers. How gratifying to me!
Perhaps that unsavory mental exercise can compel a young adult to finish - and even extend - schooling, so that the choice of career will be his or hers, not the choice of where socienty shall warehouse him or her - whether that warehousing be in Tent City, a full-bore Prison, or in the dank and smelly retirement hole where I, too am warehoused for my final days.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I heard that from now until I retire (since I fall into the last two weeks of &#8220;Boomer&#8221;) that a Boomer will retire every eight seconds.<br />
I read recently that a child drops out of high school every twenty seconds.<br />
Now, when I retire and my health degresses back to the point where I am a diaper-wearing fogey with greasy green feces (just like when I was a baby&#8230; good grief, the stench!), there will be a high school dropout to care for me and two of my dearest green-diapered co-Boomers. How gratifying to me!<br />
Perhaps that unsavory mental exercise can compel a young adult to finish - and even extend - schooling, so that the choice of career will be his or hers, not the choice of where socienty shall warehouse him or her - whether that warehousing be in Tent City, a full-bore Prison, or in the dank and smelly retirement hole where I, too am warehoused for my final days.</p>
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