When I was a kid we would be playing outside and at least one or two of the Mom’s would step out side and scream Davy Crockett’s on. It was game over and all of us kids would go to the closest house and all sit in the floor in front of the TV. Mrs. Tempeltons house was the best, we only had two channels and her antenna got the best reception, she also made fresh bread daily and would give us a big slice with butter and jelly and a glass of milk.
When I was a kid we would be playing outside and at least one or two of the Mom’s would step out side and scream Davy Crockett’s on. It was game over and all of us kids would go to the closest house and all sit in the floor in front of the TV. Mrs. Tempeltons house was the best, we only had two channels and her antenna got the best reception, she also made fresh bread daily and would give us a big slice with butter and jelly and a glass of milk.
The good ol days long before the rot set in
We are now in the post-rot age of 0bunghole the Kenyan usurper of the American people. What was once a proud upright nation is now a commercial zone for billionaires, transnational corporations and illegal immigrants to free lance to their hearts content do their thing
Money is all that counts. Nationhood is near zero