The Great Precision

I'm getting up there, was born in the forties y'know, so I am prone. Well prone more. And prone to utter sentences of the form "It's a shame people don't _________________ anymore" or "It's hard to find a good ___________ anymore" or just
"You can't trust anybody anymore."
Funny thing is, I am said to be unworthy of trust, though these comments are diminishing even as my trustworthiness is waning. Irony appears to be plentiful. Though you won't find an iron in my house. Thus more wrinkles.
Seriously, I do feel people are less precise, less articulate, communicate less well. In fact, I can't understand them at all much of the time. Especially when they whisper.
So it comes as a shock to me that we may be headed into an era that may be called The Great Precision. So unlikely.
How can you even find the target?

By the way, I am not clinically depressed. I don't care about my IRA's. In part because I have lost precision. I no longer keep a check log. This is wrong. I am counting on a bank to be precise for me. Come on bank, you can do it.
I was at the bank yesterday, and I noticed some dwarfs working there. This is good, because it's easier for them to get down.
Be precise, you know.

If I got everything I think I want today, it would kill me.
Yes, I'm sure.
Thank you all for withholding taxes and other stuff I don't need to handle.

And thank you for all the birdsong, because without it what would a pecker be worth? Exactly?