He’s dealing with the white, silent
generation, the one just before the
famous Boomers. He’s trying to kid
and joke using irony, metaphors
and similes and what he’s getting
back is, “I need a time out,” and
“Get help!” The silent generation
doesn’t get it. They just want to
listen to the Platters sing My Prayer,
a group they probably don’t even
know were blacks from the ’50s
and that the remaining members
probably would be holding up their
fists like John Carlos and Tommie
Smith on the podium at the 1968
Olympics, and singing, “My prayer
is that Black Lives Matter.”