A
hot topic these days is how the federal government wants to put an end to
disobeying cities across the nation known as sanctuary cities. A sanctuary city is a place where illegal
immigrants may reside without fear that local authorities will aid in their
deportation.
Today’s
blogflection is not political but one of reflective advocacy for middle-aged
men across our country who are overburdened by the toils of life, and who don’t
get sufficient time to enjoy and be proud of their middle-aged man coveted
status.
Those
middle-aged men who reside in a purgatory abyss being regularly yanked in both
directions. On one side being told they’re no longer the
youthful person they once were and are all washed up, and on the other side
being told they should work harder because they’re not old enough to yet enjoy
senior perks.
It
can be overwhelming, robbing them of a safeness they deserve to be at their
utopian ground zero of middle-aged manhood.
They
need a place where they can safely reside to bask in their middle-aged man sunshine
and stew in their middle-aged man juices; even if for only a few minutes a day. For lack of a better term, they need a middle-aged
man sanctuary.
And,
here it is right before their eyes each time they pay a visit to Pierini Fitness,
their always-safe middle-aged man cyberspace sanctuary.
Pax Domini
sit semper vobiscum
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