I’m old enough to have watched it go to hell too and it’s just made me more resolute.
I’m disgusted that I’ve become the ‘man’ my dad raised me to be but now he’s going mushy.
What was all the training for?
_My whole life_ I was told that I’d be the one “who’d have his back” WTSHTF and now I’m supposed to accomplish this with the 30.30?
I think not.
All my girl friends were practicing makeup while I was practicing shooting.
For my ‘sweet 16’, he gave me my own rifle.
[that really endears you to teenage boys, lemme tell ya]
He *might* be getting psyched out because my sister has 2 kids that age and is “thinking of them” but IMO, I’d rather be well armed to protect them, if need be.
Everything is bass-ackwards, now.
No wonder he keeps telling his buddies that I’m “still a cowboy at heart”.
Hell, maybe he envies me.
Pfffft.
Hang in there, and may God be with us all. I don’t know what else to say my friends.