Posted on 10/26/2013 8:35:29 AM PDT by bigbob
This guy started at 15
Exactly. I grew up in a county that grew peanuts. Peanut dust everywhere. Some form of peanuts on every single school lunchroom tray. Free government peanut butter given out to everyone after the poor people got their share. No one ever heard of peanut allergy. No one died. No one heard of 99% of the weird allergies people claim to have these days. Not every kid in school had ADHD and on 50 kinds of meds. Not saying that ADHD didn't exist or that people never had allergies but the numbers from yesterday and today are ridiculously out of whack.
I noticed these nanny bubbles beginning 20 years ago when I let our kids go down the big slide at the park. It was a really BIG slide built down the side of a hill and had been there for decades with no fatalities. Thing was, it was so slow you had to scoot to get going again in places but that didn't stop the other park mamas from lecturing me. Never mind those mamas were letting their kids climb steps to the regular slide which was 4 times higher off the ground. I was also lectured about letting our kids walk down the street to grandma's house alone. Where did those lectureres grow up? I grew up playing all over town from sun up to sun down without a cell phone and without supervision. I never wore knee pads or a helmet. Yes, I fell off my bike a few times but climbed back on without anyone calling the ER or CPS. Amazing how humans have managed to survive all these millions of years.
During summer, my mom would kick us out of the house and told us only to come back for lunch and be back for dinner.
He answered that kids today are bigger, and would have beaten the crap out of the kids of my day. Yes, they're bigger, I told him -- fatter, softer, and not nearly as mentally tough as we Kentucky farm kids in the 70s, but definitely bigger. He didn't know how to respond, so he changed the subject.
I believe kids are being intentionally wussed out, on purpose, and have been for a couple of decades now. Whether it's being specifically done to weaken us militarily is cause for speculation, but there's no doubt that's what we're headed for.
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Not all....
“He answered that kids today are bigger, and would have beaten the crap out of the kids of my day.”
MAN I woulda’ laughed in that dudes face! I think his comment is also an implicit admission of cowardice; size has nothing at all to do with an impulse to fight or being good at it.
I lived 40 miles east of nyc in a ‘quiet suburb’ and the badasses of the day did nothing but find some ass to kick when they were bored. We dreaded our mothers asking us to go to the store for a loaf of bread. Getting there took us through streets teeming with NASTY human hazards. Fighting was almost a way of life back then. Though by the time I graduated high school in ‘76 it had quieted down considerably. The class of ‘74 were the last of the punks with an evil glint in their eye.
As far back as the eighties I recall reflecting that kids had it made as far as “getting jumped” went (everyone involved was white by the way).
I suspect a kid today going back to my day would never leave the house...oh...wait...
BS.
Redo. I agree with you. To be clear, this is the BS.
Yep, those were the days. I mean those were really the good old days. Compared to the crap sandwich days the USA has now those were diamond studded and gold plated days.
CS Lewis echoed the sentiment:
"...we (modern society) make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful."
Exactly. He's full of sh*t, too. He admits that he's never been in a fight, yet somehow knows that kids today are tougher than kids back in your and my day. Oh well...it's people like that who teach people like us to be patient.
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What we called "murderball" could just as easily have been called "firing squad." A bunch of us lined up against the wall and weren't allowd to move, while another player whipped a soccer ball at us.
When I was a kid, if they'd floored the playground with nice soft, safe foam, we'd have just climbed to the top of the jungle gym and thrown ourselves off.
For later...
Thank God! It's a nasty job but somebody has to do it!
Regards,
GtG
Daddy should divorce Mom, let her have the kid, and then she can marry a REAL MAN!
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