This Boomer Says No

I no longer recognise this world. Some may scoff at that statement, but others will know exactly what I mean.

There was a time in the UK when it seemed to take forever to get a landline installed – instead having to find coins to use in public phone boxes. That the state ran our only telecom company was probably no coincidence.

But you know what? There was a pleasure back then in swapping one’s news face to face, or from a phone box, and in snail-mail exchanges.

That seemingly archaic pleasure derived from an apparently forgotten concept called anticipation. Humanity, it seems, is no longer prepared to wait.

And the air did seem fresher and healthier oh not so long ago when sunny skies really were blue, not coated with powdery trails holding in a wireless electrosmog we may not avoid today.

And for those laughing at my fuddy duddy nostalgia, just know that I bought my first computer, a Tandy WP2 portable word processor, probably long before your father met your mother.

I even loved my Blackberry for a while, and hated the early android device that replaced it.

No, I’m no technophobe. My deep concerns over technology are entirely rational, believe me.

Entering the Twilight Zone

Today I see men of all ages, but mostly the young, irradiate their family jewels and reduce their sperm count as they sit scrolling smart screens held between open legs.

I observe girls flirt with cancer from cell phones holstered in their bras or held right against their heads. I watch pregnant women irradiate their unborn hopes with mobile devices that also irreparably damage their finite store of future eggs.

Perhaps less up-close but nonetheless just as lethal, cell towers impose on today’s landscapes just as street wi-fi furniture adorns and even replaces previously cherished urban trees.

We are entering a sci-fi dystopia we considered unbelievable when watching episodes of The Twilight Zone or The Outer Limits from grainy television screens long jettisoned.

Let the dead bury their dead

Today we face 5G – a technology that will be in our face constantly and which will go on to run every aspect of our smart-city lives 24/7.

Merely for the promise of ever faster download speeds, it seems we will shell out hard-earned money in our quest to die, to harm others around us, and to close humanity’s final chapter.

The quest for instant gratification always leads to a fall.

Walk that path into Hell by all means, dear reader. “Let the dead bury their dead,” as the world’s wisest man once said.

But this is not the world I was born into. Nor is it a way of being, one filled with dangerous distractions, that I’m prepared to accept.

This Boomer says no.