Well here it is, five months after my fiftieth birthday, and I finally got in the mail what I'd been anticipating for the past year: my AARP membership application. Or, as Don so delicately put it, my official "old lady" card.
I'm surprised it took so long to get here. Don's AARP application came at least five months before his fiftieth birthday.
I did, of course, do the same thing Don did with his AARP application: burned it. I will also call them on Monday and ask to have my name taken off their mailing list.
I have no interest in having my dues supporting a powerful and progressive lobbying group that makes sweetheart deals with various presidential administrations in support of socialized medicine and other increases in unconstitutional government power grabs into health care.
If Don and I wanted to join a senior group (which we don't), we'd join AMAC instead.
Good riddance AARP!