When the country clubber loses his club

..It's a sad state of mind. When everything you once knew that was steady is now shaky--and often times gone..

The country clubber, once donned with golf clubs and fancy sweaters, sipped away at his highballs and Manhattans as he gossipped with other rich white alpha males throughout the club. The waitresses could have been dead behind the bar and they'd still ask for a drink.. The bartenders could have passed out and the country clubber would have thought the fallen comrade was a simple area rug, just something to be walked on -- and God forbid tipped.

But the country clubber has lost his club.. They are a dying art. Fewer and fewer places are members only.. more and more places are opening to the public. Yes, the masses, those asses.

You can tell when the former country clubber enters the room.. He looks glaringly at the commoners eating dinner--forgetting for a second that they are allowed in the room now .. The 20th century members only late night smokey filled bars are gone.. Enter the new generation of allowing those of different races and genders to eat at the tables that were once reserved for only the privileged and powerful.

The country clubber often gets confused.. The attention is not only on him at the bar anymore. Now there are more customers.. people are coming from all walks of life. And with them, the riff raff.. the problems.. the middle class! eeek!!

The country clubbers are a dying breed.. Once mighty and powerful on earth, now they scatter like rats in a cornfield.. desperate to swallow that last gulp of liquor with friends.. very rich, white friends.