
Forget about draining the swamp.
It’s clear we have a more pressing matter in Washington, DC: We really need to fill the retirement homes.
Perhaps we should construct a pipeline that transports swamp dwellers of a certain age right to the pickleball court or golf course or hot tub, whatever Boomers get up to these days. I don’t judge.
However, we need age limits for political seats — a stance I once resisted because old people are the coolest. They’re wise, unafraid to offer unvarnished truths and they’ve seen some s–t. Like real s–t, not being micro-aggressed by a barista.
For the record, I aspire to be an old person one day.
But there continues to be a pile up of worrying senior incidents inside the Beltway that have swayed me toward capping eligibility for elected posts at 80.