If we had a Free Republic in 1957, I can't help but think a bunch of us older ones would be sitting around lamenting the decline of society due to those "leather jacketed hoodlums" and song lyrics like "Be Bop A Lula she's my baby; Be Bop A Lula I don't mean maybe" and "Tutti frutti, oh rutti, Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! Got a girl, named Sue, she knows just what to do..."
Who knew we were going to grow up and be so square, just like our parents before us.
Honestly? You’re coming on with this? Where is ANYTHING from then the equivalent of “My booty, where the poop comes out?” Ridiculous.
If 50’s music (which was certainly tame in comparison) was the first step on the slippery slope that led to this, they were right.
This is gutter music. There is nothing redeeming about it. If saying that makes me a square, that’s fine. I despise the moral degradation I have witnessed throughout my lifetime. I shudder to think where it ends.
“Why can’t they be like we were, perfect in every way
What’s the matter with kids today”
Anyone who ever paid attention to history.
I made similar commentary to a friend the other day (late 30s). She was annoyed at the pop music because of the explicit lyrics. I told her that music has been like this for a long time, with suggestive lyrics, etc. Now, it’s simply in your face, not hidden through clever lyrics.
No...some of us are relatively young Freepers and this crapulous mass of moral excrement makes us sick. You might ask, “y ain’t u b down wit dis?” Well, after someone interprets ‘troglothug’ for me, I respond by saying this is not what our Christian forefathers intended for this country...or Sam Adams...
I dont buy into the “Well thats the way the world is “ crap. Up before 1950s, everything moved upward.
Nope definite deevolution.
Not good enough or fit for human consumption.
THe Baby Boomer gen ruined everything. Generation stupid.
What a bunch of grouchy old codgers we turned out to be.
If we had a Free Republic in 1957, I can’t help but think a bunch of us older ones would be sitting around lamenting the decline of society due to those “leather jacketed hoodlums” and song lyrics like “Be Bop A Lula she’s my baby; Be Bop A Lula I don’t mean maybe” and “Tutti frutti, oh rutti, Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! Got a girl, named Sue, she knows just what to do...”
Perhaps our parents knew that the drip, drip, drip of each little increment of disrespect, crudeness, suggestiveness, sexual innuendo, and vulgarity would bring us to a day like today; when a woman would blast obscenity over the airwaves to a whole nation at a sports event, condoms would be handed out to sixth graders, twelve year olds would be having abortions, killing fetuses would be acceptable in the eyes of society, and six year olds were being sexualized and dressed like streetwalkers. Perhaps they foresaw the complete moral decay that comes upon a nation that forsakes the uplifting, the lovely, the moral, the beautiful and the Godly for crass, hedonistic, animalistic exhibitionism.
Yes, I was the same with my children with much the same results as my parents achieved. It seems to me that we don’t have much further to slide. Next year’s Super Bowl might have live sex acts, who knows. Today’s dancing doesn’t leave much to the imagination anyhow.
Old codgers? I think not. I think that decent people always have an inner barometer that tells them when something isn’t right or acceptable. But most of them just go along in order not to be called “old codgers”. Pretty soon, as Scripture tells us, they have “their consciences seared with a hot iron and they don’t hear that inner voice any longer. That’s how we got to today and a vulgar, crass bottom feeder like Beyoncé being touted as “entertainment.”
Our society flourished under our ancestor’s belief in self-restraint, hard work, personal responsibility and moral behavior. While they may seem pretty tame now, Elvis’s gyrations, the defiance of the “leather jacketed hoodlums” against the rules of good behavior and treatment of others was a step towards today.
I, personally would give just about anything to spend some more time in my parents world. If I could know what I know now, I’d listen to them much more closely and take to heart what they tried to teach me with more respect than I did. If everyone had done so, maybe my grandkids could watch the Super Bowl with me.