But once again, with my luck, I would splurge like there is no tomorrow and then 2012 would come and go like all the other Doomsdays and then I would have to get a job as a Wal Mart greeter until I am 100 because there will be no such thing as Social Security and Medicare to carry me through my Autumn years, all because a bunch of prognosticating bozos promised that this time, THIS TIME it would be differen