At Least One Option Left Open...

or, It's All in How You Count to Three.

Brooks and Collins are part of the Boomer group who can't offer much to future generations, but the absence of a comma today leaves me hopeful for at least a slightly open ending to their fantastic story: Imagine what you could do with that unallocated 3rd wish!

Choose your own adventure...

Gail Collins: So I’m envisioning a young conservative Washington think-tanker named Aladdin, sitting in a coffee shop in despair over Obama big-government when the barista, who happens to be a genie, asks if he would like to exchange his soul for three wishes, plus an iced café Americano and free Wi-Fi.

I won’t tell you the end, but boy, were the voters ticked off.

David Brooks: The end is that he means-tests Medicare and Social Security and imposes some sort of flat tax. And you’re right. The voters were really ticked off, but mostly the old ones, and he also asked the genie for some sneakers to outrun them.