[post] They want to raise the retirement age again, like our hands don’t...

They want to raise the retirement age again, like our hands don’t already shake by fifty-eight from thirty years of kneading dough before dawn. I’ve baked through strikes, inflation, and three presidents who never once came to see the oven burn at six in the morning. If Macron thinks pushing a spreadsheet in Paris is the same as lifting flour sacks since you were twenty, let him try it for a week. My father retired at sixty-two with a ruined knee and a lifetime of getting up in the dark — not rich, not lazy, just worn. We kept this town fed while they closed the post, the school, the rail line, and now they want more time? No. Let the baker retire when his body breaks, not when their math says so.