Summary
South Korea has officially entered the “super-aged” category, with 20% of its population (10.24 million people) now aged 65 or older, according to the interior ministry.
This marks a significant demographic shift, as the nation struggles with low birth rates and a rapidly aging population.
Regions like Jeolla Province report the highest elderly percentage (27.18%), while Sejong has the lowest (11.57%).
In response, the government plans to create a population strategy ministry to address the crisis with systematic measures and long-term solutions.
Dont forget, before the attempted coup, the government tried extend the work week from an already draconian 50 to 70 hours.
Making the young pay for the sins of the old and their greed/growth/metastasis disease. It’s sickening. It’s the opposite of planting trees whose shade you’ll never sit in. It’s malice towards any future because your time is up and want the world to pay for your bitterness.
It’s what global capitalism has lowered our species to. “have kids you can’t afford to take care of me in old age for a subsistence wage, burn up your lives in my honor, me me me!”
As someone forced to take care of an abusive parent until they grew too weak to physically hurt me over the course of my childhood and teens, I very much intend to put a gun in my mouth before I’d let my eventual, inevitable decline become any younger person’s problem, whether my own child or not. I think anything else is the height of selfishness.
When I was young, my elders told me stories of planting trees. Not for myself but for future generations. Instead they took the land, the wealth, the knowledge and the bits of whatever scraps left behind that made them feel powerful.
Then they turned around and insulted me, belittled me and blamed me for not caring enough about their every wants and fragile emotions. Demanded I work harder while they stood there watching me to criticize my every move. Accused me of selfishness for not following all the awful and outdated advice they constantly forced upon me. Hated me for not following step by step in their traditions that caused so much division and suffering. Bullied me for attempting to express myself freely.
They never got around to planting their trees. They just flicked the cigarette butt and watched the other trees burn.
The elders that left me feeling inspired and comfortable with me being myself are so few and far between that it hurts. It’s hard for me to not feel betrayed by the majority of my elders.
I want to be inspired to do good from people who already do good things. Instead I feel like my empathy for others is being built up out of spite against my elders actions. Their words are so empty and meaningless to me.
I’ve also chosen to not let my future self become a burden on the younger people that follow me. I’ve already chosen my retirement plan. Extreme sports. Wing suit would be fun. I’d easily settle for trying to kick a cop in the nuts.
Buddy, I don’t know anyone under 40 who’s retirement plan is anything other than “Suicide by cop”
What if he just tazes you and him and his buddies kick you in the dirt for an hour?
I know what a point blank barrel feels like. I’ll figure it out.