Leave it to beaver is gone. Writing a note for your kids to buy you cigarettes or beer is gone. Fucking and doing drugs with strangers are gone. Those eighties hairdoes are gone. Etc...
Shame. I never needed a note. I was actually talking to my wife about this today, as I was trying to get my 7y/o girl to make a transaction by herself at a farmer's market and she melted down. Mrs. FromWA said that the girl "wasn't ready for the pressure of buying something". When I explained to her that when I was 7 I was walking to the store by myself and buying meat and beer in German, she said "she's not you, and it's not 1983." I call BS. One of the other officers in my unit picked up his 11y/o 6th grader from a slumber party because the boy wasn't comfortable when 8th grade girls showed up and started giving BJ's to everyone. Tinder is still a thing. Drug use is down, but not gone. But now there are hubcaps instead of earrings, tattoos all over the place, etc. The point I'm trying to make with all these is not to fight point-by-point, but to say that all generations have had their disruptors...whether it was war, or poverty, or music, or drug use, or free sex, or video games, or whatever. But we've been able to stay "America" for a while because we generally keep to the principles that our ancestors either adopted or bought into when they came here. A (for instance) Guatemalan or Somali immigrant doesn't come to America hoping it can be like where they came from. But that's what many mistakenly believe is "empathetic." They want to "progress" society to change the old stodgy way and "make room for the new generation." I disagree, fundamentally, with progressivism, partially because it can't be projected easily and anything you change is moving away from a pretty well-thought-out societal blueprint. And if it isn't your thing, no one is forcing you to be here.
Case in point, from the Twitters today: Great Idea. The Nazis got a lot of play out of it in the 30's and 40's. And they were able to confiscate all civilian weapons so....that's a bingo!
I remember buying some sweets at a store when I was so young that I couldn't find my way home two blocks away. Fortunately, it was in Oswego and policeman saw me and figured out my predicament and drove me around until I found grandma's house where we were living on second street.
Nobody's gonna challenge our military with firearms. That would be suicide, for starters. Besides, you'd need a minimum of a well armed militia for something like that. No, insanity ain't in my blood. I'll stick to the ballot box which I'm gonna do in spades this coming general election.
