Posted on 10/29/2023 12:03:44 PM PDT by Rev M. Bresciani
As I go about my business around town and to various parts of the state and the country, everything looks so very different from the America I knew as a kid and young adult. Everywhere I go, people look weird. Girls in their early 20s with bright pink, green, purple or blue hair, have half their heads shaved, or their bangs cut straight across in a “bowl” cut that would have been embarrassingly ugly for even boys to have to wear when I was a kid.
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Every generation does something rebellious, something to show their independence and difference from elders.
Drugs are especially dangerous, but before that, and always, there was alcohol.
Funny, I just had a conversation about the IPA’s with the clerk at the liquor store a couple of days ago. That’s where I picked up the padded bra colloquialism (I guess you could call it that now).
Yeah. They're called "public school teachers".
Me too. Never got violent, but did some pretty stupid shit. Drove when I was so shit-faced from alcohol and weed it’s a miracle I didn’t kill myself or worse someone else. That was a long time ago. Like you, one day at a time.
Yes. Absolutely. It’s like everyone is not growing up, not becoming true adults shouldering the responsibilties of family and in their own little worlds, taken care of provided by the government, I don’t necessarily mean welfare or something but policies that are allowing for all this. Easy to control you when you are not seeing what is around you.
“Today, a full beard is the padded bra for males pretending to be grown masculine men.”
He is his own beard and he owns his own beard.
> I just had a conversation about the IPA’s with the clerk at the liquor store a couple of days ago.
Did he mention about how the IPA needed more hops? ;-)
Even with good friends and family close by, if you’re going to live alone, you best be able to live with yourself.
I don’t think the WWII generation, my parents, had the luxury of doing something rebellious. They grew up in the Depression, and then went to war. Those who survived the war hurried to get married, get jobs, homes, and raise families.
They created the affluent society that permitted all the craziness.
We had an ‘affluent’ time before that - it contributed to the Roaring Twenties, which had its own ‘craziness’.
Okay, is that you I was talking to?
> Okay, is that you I was talking to?
Doesn’t matter it’s an open forum.
No, I didn’t mean it that way. I meant that’s exactly how the conversation started, over IPA’s being too hoppy. Wondering if you were the guy at the liquor store.
MUSH tv... we want your brain!
Not all of them did that. Quite a few found they no longer fit in “proper” society. And many of them went out and functionally invented the outlaw motorcycle club, they made a society they could fit in. Something America has a rather long tradition of. Explorers, prospectors, cowboys. All people who looked at regular society and said “nope, that’s not for me”.
The Hand of the Higher was looking out for both of us.
Gotta watch for “I never did(fill in the blank but I sure did this....)
Kinda like whistling pass the grave yard.
No way to live.
My High Power is God.m glad I don’t have to whistle past any grave yards anymore.
always liked the two panel advert that had the two eggs in one panel reading “this is your brain on drugs” and the other panel has two strips of bacon with the caption “this is your brain on drugs with a side of bacon”.
Tons of old ladies running around with pink and purple hair, and you’ve got the guys doing stupid things like psychedelic mushrooms then climbing into the cockpit, like that one off-duty pilot who tried to crash the plane.
Drugs are just a bad idea whatever the Libertarians or Left coast says.
What does that even mean?
When I was in rehab I had a very kind, compassionate, caring nurse who told me: “Count the minutes until they become hours, count the hours until they become days, count the days until they become weeks, count the weeks until they become months count the months until they become years and count the years until they become the rest of your life.” I think she was an Angel. Take care.
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