"I've got to work on my game."
Posted on 05/20/2014 8:53:34 AM PDT by rktman
Hearken, youngsters, to another tale of those ancient days, the Eighties, when nobody wore bicycle helmets and there were precious few outbreaks of easily preventable infectious diseases owing largely to the fact that your mom didn’t get her health-care advice from the same place your dad got his porn. Dangerous days, they were, full of scraped knees and hurt feelings.
The name “Tipper Gore” was never spoken casually; it was spat in contempt if it had to be uttered at all. The now-former Mrs. Al Gore was the leader of an organization called the Parents’ Music Resource Center, a coven of useless and thick-skulled citizens whose only claim to public attention was their being married to powerful men in Washington.
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"Now drop and give me 20!"
Only 20? Besides, I might hurt my wittle hands on the pavement. LOL!
The eighties were a pansy of a decade compared to the fifties.
Roger that. In the 50’s the old “Sticks and stones” phrase applied. Today it’s just the opposite. Cause “words have meaning.” If you’ve got no sense of self worth, then yeah, words might hurt you.
"I've got to work on my game."
Well obviously but that’s the long term trend no matter where you start. My great grandmother grew up in a time that would have made Chuck Norris cry.
This cracks me up! Born 1953. When I grew up the life my two sisters and I led, would lead to arrest or kids being taken away by DSS today.
My siblings and I were routinely told, “Go outside and play”!! So emphatically, in fact, that my Mom used to lock us out of the house during the day. “Mom, we’re hungry and cold”, we would plead at the back door. LOL....to no avail. Scratching our tiny fingers in the New England frost on the windows, “Please let us in!!”
God, we wandered far and wide, not a care in the world. Those were the days that made real people. To freaking hell with the nanny state.
Thanks to my folks, I became independent, I learned how to survive, how to be a real human being.
Great article title, wonderful scene. The reference probably went over most millenials’ heads by a mile, though.
Hey Niedermeir !!!
We used to have BB gun fights (2 pump limit) with helmets on, shoot bottle rockets at each other, have dirt clod fights (throwing and slingshots), swim in old ponds, loosen spokes in someone’s bike tires, be gone from the house from daylight to dark, drink from water hoses...
Dave, buddy? Is that you??
How about roman candle fights?
Jumped off the 30’ cliff into the water filled granite quarry. I chickened out on the 50’.
Skied without a helmet. Rode dirt bikes without a helmet. Got pulled on skis by a snowmobile with a waterski rope without a helmet.
Blew up stuff with K100’s, M80’s, or bombs we made with CO2 cartridges and black powder we took out of shotgun shells.
Built tree houses, decks, framed houses and did not wear safety glasses or hearing protection. Plus I took the guards off my table saw, chop saw, radial arm saw. Disconnected the safety on the reverse of my John Deere riding lawn mower.
Ice T summed up Tipper Gore quite nicely back in the day.
“The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak”
Millenials college wussies are so far against the first amendment. “Micro-agression” “Speech codes” They can’t tolerate a single utterance they disagree with.
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