Yeh, you know, thats what me and the guys down at the shop were saying to each other just the other day.
As we breathed in fumes from a dyno and scraped cow manure off our boots and downed our tenth beer while sucking on a cigar, we discussed the harmfull effects of canned tomatoes.
God people are wusses.
I think I'll take my chances with them.
“God people are wusses.”
Really...we grew up playing on asphalt, getting into rock fights, playing sports without face masks, driving cars without seat belts, smoking cigars and drinking beer by the case. A GIQ was a bottle of beer. We didn’t live as long, granted, but we lived pretty well and pretty free.
I’m told that the average lifespan in America compared to 1963 is ten years longer. Like the old joke goes, I’m not sure they WILL live longer today, but it will probably SEEM like it.
We had nicknames like the Wop, Mick and Whitey. We ate foot long Guinea Grinders and bacon cheeseburgers. Now, they make playdates, and they play sports without scoreboards. They get wrapped in a cocoon until they turn 26 and are afraid to confront a rag head getting on a plane because it might hurt his feelings.
With this Usurper in office, 2010 and 2012 will decide whether or not we even make it to 2016 as a small d democracy, let alone the Republic we are supposed to be.