I miss America when it was Decent and Good

Vanity | 9/4/2013 | Self

[sr4402]

I miss America when men were supposed to be decent and good. I miss America when pregnant women were Not sent to the front lines in combat. I miss America when it tried to live within it's means and on a budget. I miss America when religion was considered to be good rather than to be suppressed.

My children miss America, when school lunches were OK and they didn't consider it vomit and went hungry for lack of calories. They miss being told to consider things for themselves rather than being told by the government.

My children will miss when government promoted one man, one woman to make good citizens instead of using those who jumped over our fences. My children will miss being able to choose health insurance for themselves and their families instead to be forced into useless, expensive and limiting govenment healthcare.

Lord, I miss America.

[Adder]

“So you miss Jim Crow and lynchings and women dying from back alley abortions and dogs attacking peaceful protestors...an an an...” quote from any leftist prog...[spit]

No I do not miss any of those things. I do miss the promise that was made between America and me: work and do your best for me and I will work and do my best for you.

There was a contract between us and the government...between employer and employee and between community and individual. it WORKED for the majority, not everyone but for the majority.
There was something called shame and kept behavior in check. We didn’t give graphic winks nods and overt acts saying your perverse ways are ok. There was a RESPECT for God even if you did not believe. Yes, there were out of wedlock births but they were roundly condemned and there were so many fewer of them because of the condemnation.

Much of that America was stolen from us forcefully by judges making stuff up and smarmy whining leftists who now insult us with impunity.

And all we can seem to do is write wistfully of our beloved country’s passing. Because we all have too much to lose to stand up and begin the work that has to occur by the rending of the remaining bonds, to forge a restoration of our founding documents. To recognize that if we can’t go back...we go another way.

I am not young anymore...but I do NOT go quietly. Because I believe in the promises that were made and that we ARE the shining city on the hill.

[Hardastarboard]

My children miss America, when school lunches were OK and they didn't consider it vomit

Umm - Not sure that little slice of America ever existed. School lunches have been lousy forever. Generally agree with the rest of the article.

[Red Badger]

Is that apostrophe possession of something?...........

[Teacher317]

I miss the days when we were allowed to trust each other.
I miss the days when we were allowed to trust the police. (and even give them gifts!)
I miss the days when we were allowed to love our heroes and our past.
I miss the days when we were expected to work for ourselves, and sloth was shameful.
I miss the days when police were friends to the community, and not testosterone-fueled bullies and revenue agents.
I miss the days when teenagers had to work and/or wait for a car.
I miss the days when teens were eager to get a job.
I miss individual initiative.
I miss quality customer service.
I miss the days when children could explore their home neighborhood, unattended, all day long.
I miss the days when Democrats held sincere, rational opinions.
I miss the days when firearms were safely a part of schools at every level.
I miss the days when people wanted to work hard to overcome poverty.
I miss the days when teachers and fathers and the possible loss of reputation could freeze a teen with fear.
I miss the days when lawyers didn't destroy everything with potential lawsuits.
I miss the days when we didn't need warning labels forbidding using the blow dryer in the shower.

I could go on for hours...

[Red Badger]

Where I went to school, school lunches were good, home-cooked style, served hot and were delicious................

[Arthur McGowan]

It was a joke!

I was responding to someone else’s spelling of “its” as “it’s.”

[Mears]

It’s “apostrophes”.

Plural not possessive.

.

[Red Badger]

Thats Okay.................;^)

[Tennessee Nana]

Yes Raines was the doctor in NV

[Married with Children]

You Dang Mid-Towner Hippie! :)

[nanetteclaret]

I miss being able to go to a movie theater and not worry about catching a disease, getting my clothes dirty, or being able to hear when people start talking on their cell phones.

I miss full-service gas stations with gas at $1.00/gallon.

I miss going into a department store and finding clothes that are modest and feminine, sales ladies who want to help, and other customers who are polite and considerate.

I miss teenagers being able to grow up in an atmosphere of innocence instead of sleaze.

I miss nieghborhoods where people care about each other and help each other out when necessary. Or at least speak pleasantly to each other as they pass their time on the front porch of an evening.

[NFHale]

At 52, I’m old enough to remember - and dearly miss - my WWII father’s generation and their FIERCE Americanism, devotion, loyalty and Patriotism, and yes American Nationalism.

Our Country, First, Foremost, and always... I miss my Pacific Marine uncles coming over to drink, laugh and argue with my Army Airborne old man, while my mother and my aunts made the barbecue in the yard...

I miss my old neighborhood, with 1950s and 1960s vintage Chevies, Fords, Dodges, PLymouths, and American Motors cars parked on street, and the whole neighborhood turned out when Mr. Bannon got a brand new 1968 Chrysler, beaming with pride at his new car.

I miss Fourth of July, where we blocked off both ends of our street and brought out folding picnic tables and charcoal kettle grills to the pavement, and all the moms cooked all morning, and the dad brought out cold beer and traded war stories from Korea and World War II, and argued about how badly the Phillies sucked or the Eagles, and we all - all of us - waited for the nighttime because the fireworks were coming - they weren’t Illegal to own - and the local neighborhood put their OWN fireworks display on at the local high school athletic field...

We RAN to the field, and sat in the grass as twilight turned dark, and the National Anthem came over the PA system... we’d stand up and put hand over heart, and sing... then the first streaking rocket would go off as the Anthem ended... watching star bursts and pinwheels, and rockets red glare, and we thought to ourselves how we wished those moments would never, ever end, eating Hot Dogs, Popsicles, TastyKakes, and ice cream with REAL transfat and drinking Coke from paper cups...

And when the finale came, and the thunderclaps of the air bursts over head were over, we sang God Bless America at the top of our lungs to end the evening, and clapped and cheered at the end of it all... at the sheer WONDER of it all.

I miss knowing every face on my block, every grumpy old guy and sweet old lady... and cutting their lawns for 1 dollar every summer, and shoveling their pavement in winter for 1 dollar as well.

I miss the fire hydrant in the summer, with the sprinkler attachment, which we’d always take off and hide, so we could blast ourselves across the street with the spray... and the cops would come and yell at us to put the sprinkler back on... and we’d take it off again... Folks would drive their cars up and we’d spray them... it was a cheap car wash, after all...

I miss my neighbors’ faces... I miss going over their houses, and the aroma of dinners being cooked - Irish, Italian, Polish, German, Ukrainian, Spanish cooking... and mothers calling out the front door for us to come home to eat from wherever we were... We didn’t have cell phones, and we somehow always seemed to be able to hear Mom calling us.

I miss “The Three Stooges” on the local UHF station at 4 o’clock every day, RACING home from grade school to watch them, and NO ONE thought they were too violent or harmful... same with Bugs Bunny and Looney Tunes...

I miss the neighborhood beat cop who walked our streets with his nightstick, an Irish guy, who knew EVERY kid by name, and every family, and never had his gun showing, and he always stopped to talk to my paralyzed old man. He was a good guy, and we never DREAMED of calling him a jackbooted thug or pig or anything else, because he was one of US...

I miss the church bells every Sunday morning, from a half-dozen churches within walking distance of my row home - Catholic, Lutheran, Presbyterian - and they were filled with my neighbors.

I miss the Jewish synagogue that was across the street from my Church; it was always filled on Saturdays, and the rabbi there knew all of us as well, and always took time to speak with us and inquire how our families were.

We spoke the same language, worshiped God, shared the same history, the same culture, and loved the same Country, and seeing someone cutting off heads in the Name of Allah was so far out of the realm of real... sort of like the thought of anyone diving airplanes into the World Trade Center...

I miss all of it... it wasn’t “Mayberry RFD”... it WAS America, and it was good and beautiful, and decent...it was place to run to for all of us.

And somewhere along the way, somebody let it all turn to crap.

I miss it so much it breaks the heart...

[pogo101]

I know this is a relatively small point of yours, but I’ve always been taken with hats but largely am “too late” (I’m a 45 year old male). If I were to wear a fedora to work, people would treat me like I were in a costumed role from the 50s or earlier.

[trisham]

That was beautiful. Thank you.

[nanetteclaret]

NFHale, your post brought tears to my eyes.

boxlunch, for you, sis ...

[Red Badger]

If I were to wear a fedora to work, people would treat me like I were in a costumed role from the 50s or earlier.

Really?..........

[pogo101]

I don't particularly want to emulate Matt Drudge in any respect except perhaps income! I was thinking more along the lines of Cary Grant, before 1960 when Kennedy destroyed the hat market by largely avoiding them during his inaugural:

[NFHale]

RE Tears:

You’re not alone... my eyes are stinging at all those memories.

I’m biting back anger at the loss of it all... somethings so simple and wonderful and taken for granted that it would always be there...

And anger directed at the people who hated those scenes and wanted them trashed for whatever perverted reasons they harbored...

[trisham]

My parents wouldn’t believe what has happened to our country since they passed on.

[drjimmy]

Actually, the poster you were responding to used the apostrophe correctly, since it wasn’t as a possessive, but as a contraction of “I feel like it is the 50s again.”