When the hell did this country go
from the amazing place that I grew up in to this?
Yes, it was tough back
then.
We didn’t have smart phones, we
were lucky to have a house phone. We didn’t have 1080 dpi HD televisions in our
bedrooms, we were lucky to have a color TV in the living room and YOU were the
remote (as well as the antenna adjuster) for whichever adult wanted to watch one of the dozen channels we had. We didn’t
have Facebook, or Twitter, or any of the hundred or so other social media
websites that this generation uses to validate their existence. Hell, Al Gore hadn’t
invented the internet for us plebes yet…… (that’s a joke).
No, we rode bikes for miles,
played sports, along with hide and seek in active construction zones. We called
each other disparaging (and very politically incorrect) names, got into fist fights, and made up, all within
the span of a few hours. And we got beat by our parents and our teachers. Not
some sissy lecture, but honest to God beat, because we deserved it. If you don’t
know what a switch is, look it up.
Thin skin was molded into
toughness on gritty streets and you know what? We Survived!
We also learned respect. We
called our elders by their first name: Mr. or Mrs. or, at the very least, Sir
or Ma’am and we held doors open for the fairer sex. We learned personal responsibility
and didn’t blame anyone else for doing something stupid, unless we really wanted them to get into trouble as well. Parents didn’t resolve
our disputes, we did. Usually while they sat on the stoop watching their idiot children
make asses of themselves. A law suit was something that happened in big business,
not in Middle America.
If you flunked school, it was
your fault, not the teachers. If a criminal was killed by the police we didn’t
stage a protest or demand an excusal from testing while we coped with the psychological trauma. To be honest we couldn’t care less because they were: (repeat
after me) a CRIMINAL !!
If the job we worked at didn’t
pay enough, you got another job, but you never quit the 1st job till
you had that 2nd job. Welfare was a crutch, to help you get back on
your feet, not a suitable alternative to actually working.
No one went to therapy, no one
needed to find themselves, and we
certainly didn’t need a safe place to escape criticism or different viewpoints.
Sorry junior / junior-ette,
despite what the professor in your SJW degree program course told you, life
in-fact DOES NOT owe you anything. You also don't get extra points for being a
'warrior' by confronting the police, ala that BlackLivesMatter bullshit, over some manufactured outrage.
99.9% of the police PROTECT you and your right to be an idiot, even as you are
chanting about killing them. Go try that shit in another country and see
how well that works out for you.
You want to show me just how
tough you are on the issues, you and your fellow man-bun wearing hipsters head
on over to Chicago (Englewood is nice this time of year) and protest the real epidemic of murder.
Alas, that's not gonna happen because the folks there don't play well with
idiots. Chances are pretty good you're gonna end up being a statistic.
Why? Because, life truly is hard.
It has always been hard since the dawn of time. It is why we have the motto 'survival
of the fittest.' It is exponentially harder if you are stupid.
This wussification, or coddling,
of our young is not helping them.
The rest of the world does not
move in lockstep with the U.S., quite the contrary. We are teaching our special
snowflakes to go to their safe spaces when they are offended or
upset, while somewhere in the Middle East a family is sending their kid to a 'terror
camp' to learn how to wage war. No, that is not a joke, there are literally
'summer camps' for future Jihadists. We send our little munchkins to a place
with pools, crafting programs, and courses on diversity, while 'Jihad Johnny' learns to field
strip an AK-47, slit the throat of infidels and build a suicide vest.
I have no problem with people
seeking a Utopia, but understand that the world actually doesn't work that
way. Contrary to our esteemed President, that really is not who we are.
Pacifist, vegan, man-bun wearing cavemen, who tried to live in harmony with
nature, often became bait and or dinner. You might choose to evolve, but
understand that the vast majority of the world will not.
Like the old saying: 'Those who
beat their swords into plowshares, usually plow for those who didn't.'
The best we can hope for is to
raise warriors who pray for peace, but have no problem looking you in the eyes and saying Molon Labe. What we have right now is a bunch of peace activists
who like to lecture from 'gun free zones' and we have seen time and again just how
well those work.
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