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People over 35 should be dead and people under 35 are wimps!(25 posts)

People over 35 should be dead and people under 35 are wimps!Live Steam
Jan 21, 2004 7:01 AM
At least that's what some of this may suggest :O) It was passed on to me by a friend.

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, or even up until the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.

Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles nor on doors or cabinets containing cleaning products and sharp implements. When we rode our bikes and we had no helmets. As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.

Horrors!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. There were NO CELL PHONES!!!!!

Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Box, no video gamesat, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends! We went outside and found them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but ourselves.

Remember accidents
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms. And, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just called out their names until they came to the door. Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade.

Horrors!
Tests were not adjusted for any reason. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovations and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility. And we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them! Congratulations!

Ah, the memories of childhood! We were fortunate to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives for what they believe to be in our better interests. We may have also been fortunate to grow up at a time when the World moved at a slower pace and children actually had to use their own imaginations to have fun and entertain themselves. We learned about handling our independance at an early age. We learned responsibility because of it.

Hopefully we're not raising a bunch of overprotected wimps who won't know how to use their own imaginations to solve problems, explore new boundaries and create new literature and art to stimulate our senses. Hopefully they'll know how to act responsibly when it's time for them to go it alone. Hopefully they'll know how to interact with people and accept disappointment when there isn't anyone to push them along when they didn't make t
Although only 33, I definitely fall into the...Dwayne Barry
Jan 21, 2004 7:22 AM
"should be dead" category but I grew up in a rural town, so change always comes to those places last. That almost describes my childhood to a tee. We came awful close to putting a guy's eye out in a BB gun fight though. The BB lodged in his nose just to the inside of his eye. Naturally a trip to the emergency room ensued and the BB gun fights ended!
did you have wrist rockets?ColnagoFE
Jan 21, 2004 8:13 AM
We used to have wicked wars with those. Basically slingshots with a brace for your arm and urethane tubing. We also ran around with pellet guns all the time. I can even remember doing some skeet shooting with a 12 gauge over our frozen lake in the wintertime. Nobody stresses too much about it. And in high school we cruised up and down the streets and drank beer. If caught by Johnny Law we were usually just asked to dump out the remaining beer and head home.
Yeah, I've seen wrist rockets...Dwayne Barry
Jan 21, 2004 8:22 AM
but we never had fights with them and I didn't have one. My BB gun doubled as a pellet gun although you had to load the pellets one at a time, whereas it had a chamber for the BB's and just cocking the gun dropped a BB into it.

I think the generational dividing line can basically be drawn by the TV experience. If you can remember no remote, and having to get up to change the channel/antennae direction so you could get 1 of the 3 or 4 available channels then you are not of the current generation.
One channel. Played hockey with frozen dog $hit. nmSpunout
Jan 21, 2004 8:37 AM
yup...the birth of cableColnagoFE
Jan 21, 2004 9:01 AM
I don't think we had cable until I was in high school. Big antenna on top of the house that you rotated to get the best reception of the 3 channels you could get plus PBS (on UHF). No VCR either. We rented on special occasions. The promise of all those channels seemed to be that we would be able to watch whatever we wanted whenever we wanted and not that crappy made for TV movie or the latest sitcom schlock. Now we realize we were duped. 100s of channels and still not anything worth a damn watching.
I lived out in the country, a few miles from town...Dwayne Barry
Jan 21, 2004 9:05 AM
so all of my friends had cable long before we did. In fact, my parents didn't get cable until I was gone to college (around 1990).
I don't have a TV anymore. Very liberating! nmSpunout
Jan 21, 2004 9:53 AM
I agree with most of thisColnagoFE
Jan 21, 2004 8:08 AM
However...I'm sure our kids will write a similar piece 40-50 years into the future about how their generation had it all figured out and be just as right.
Rockfights with metal garbage can lids for shields. Oh yeah. nm128
Jan 21, 2004 8:29 AM
can cannons.dr hoo
Jan 21, 2004 8:51 AM
Duct tape, tin cans, ligher fluid, and a tennis ball, assembled in the correct way make a fine cannon for firing high speed projectiles at friends and enemies. Now I would probably be hauled away for this innocent little bit of fun.

BTW, Steam, this is an old bit that has floated around the net for a long time. If something is "passed along" you can bet others have seen it too, probably multiple times. At least it's not one of those "angel" chain letters, so I suppose I should be grateful you show SOME discretion in your mindless propagation of internet litter.
We called them Polish cannonsmoneyman
Jan 21, 2004 9:01 AM
But growing up on the south side of Milwaukee, where practically every last name ended in "ski", perhaps you can understand the use of that discriminatory term.

Also, we used gasoline. None of that wimpy lighter fluid. And the projectile was electricians tape wrapped around nails. I never got in as much trouble as I did that day.

$$
and Fireball: soak tennis balls in gas. Light 'n toss. Huhu nm128
Jan 21, 2004 9:10 AM
Must you always toss a negative in there?Live Steam
Jan 21, 2004 10:20 AM
"...so I suppose I should be grateful you show SOME discretion in your mindless propagation of internet litter."

I find it odd that you would relate a story from your youth as if to share in the common experience of what I/we may have felt when reading it. But then you make the above statement as if to try and distance yourself from it. Does this make you feel superior in any way? What was the point? Others related their thoughts, which may or may not intimate they had never seen it before. I posted it because many of us are from the generation it speaks to.

You don't need to feel grateful. You really don't need to feel anything. I am sorry it wasn't novel for you. It appears that you have more interest and knowledge about mindless 'internet litter' than I. What conclusion should we all draw from that?
Hilarious. (nm)czardonic
Jan 21, 2004 10:22 AM
I'm happy you were entertained. It wasn't meant to be funny ...Live Steam
Jan 21, 2004 10:37 AM
but that is the typical simplistic and snide remark you are capable of. For you to respond to something in that manner, that was directed to a specific respondent, is even more telling about you nature.
Yes! My nature is obvious to anyone who dares behold it! (nm)czardonic
Jan 21, 2004 10:39 AM
Sorry about that, mister sunshine and light.dr hoo
Jan 21, 2004 10:42 AM
In the future I will try to be the "live and let live, positive, up with humanity" type of personality you display in 99% of your posts.

That was sarcasm, btw. I wouldn't want you to be confused about my intent and motivation.

And let's be clear, I shared in with what *people* were doing. Sure. And then I made fun of YOU. Did you notice how others shared their youthful, shall we say, hijinks? But you simply post other people's thoughts without any addition of your own. On top of that, you don't even have the courtesy to post the whole thing! Your post get's cut off, but you are too lazy to check, or to do a follow up post to finish the material.

I have noticed you "pass along" things from your inbox with some regularity, usually with not a single thing of value added to it. Given that you mindlessly and without reflection pass along things you see and hear from other contexts, it is perfectly consistent that you do so with your e-mail inbox.

Ever hear the term "signal to noise"? Try to be more signal.
Must you always be so presumptuous and pompous?Live Steam
Jan 21, 2004 11:12 AM
First I did check the post. I am sorry I didn't realize that a potion of what I posted was cut off. And for your edification and to set the record straight and to show just how much you don't know what you are talking about, I wrote the last two paragraphs as a commentary.

I have probably 'passed along' two or three items from my 'in box' in all the posts I have ever made here. I am glad you are keeping track though. You, my friend are a pompous a$$. You should seek help for that feeling of inferiority. Trying to prove how much and generally how little you know, must be damaging to your psyche.
Populist pontificator pillories poster's posited pompousity! nmczardonic
Jan 21, 2004 11:17 AM
You forgot "pedantic", but subject lines are short. (nm)dr hoo
Jan 21, 2004 11:41 AM
Dang, that would have been a nice addition. (nm)czardonic
Jan 21, 2004 11:49 AM
yes.dr hoo
Jan 21, 2004 11:40 AM
Haven't you been paying attention? I never post anything light, or joke around, or ask questions, or learn from anything anyone else posts on this page.

Don't worry about my psyche, I am well balanced and happy. I have exactly the life I set out to get, and it is a pretty good one. Well, if I had a mountain nearby it would be better, but I never expected EVERYTHING to be perfect.

I wonder that you spend your days analyzing me and things I say here, and what my motivations are for posting what I post. Clearly, since you discuss internet postings with your family (refering to the vet/volunteer/apology thread), you take this very seriously and things said here follow you around offline. I can see how you might get your sense of self worth from spewing the things you do. But keep in mind that YOUR motivation for posting (inferiority? megalomania?) may not be mine.

You have value to me, similar to a clown or a Jim Carrey movie. Light, laugh provoking, and devoid of deeper meaning. Keep it coming.
Flaming mudbombs! Walking barefoot through burning...rwbadley
Jan 21, 2004 9:19 AM
gasoline. Mixing gasoline and bottled oxygen in a coffeecan, carrying it up through the house then lighting it on a garbage can full of water, Boom. Homemade rocket launchers. Balloons filled with natural gas and set afire. Stealing my dads motorcycle for clandestine rides. Sinking a friends hydroplane off Alki beach.... Burglurizing train boxcars. Riding the rails while fiendishly blottoed...Getting caught by the owners on a friends stolen motorbike. Driving my first car like a madman fool, but not as bad as some...and the Drugs!...lordy the drugs ;-)

I for one am amazed to still be here. Growing up in my area was one thrill seeking adventure after the next. I could go on for hours, but I'd need a beer ;-)
Kids today don't stand a chanceRoyGBiv
Jan 21, 2004 10:22 AM
When I was young:
We didn't have the Internet. No when we wanted information or had to do a class project for homework, we had to hop a bus with our library card, go down to the library and hope someone else didn't take the book out that we needed.
We didn't have e-mail. No, we had to get a pen and piece of paper, jot down what we had to say in our best handwriting, put it in an envelope, put a stamp on it and go down to the corner and stuff it in a mailbox.
We didn't have cellphones. No, we had to carry around a dime or two and hope we could find a phone booth that hadn't been vandalized.
We didn't have text messaging. No, we had to actually speak with someone, usually in the same kind of broken English you see in text messages.
We didn't have call display. No, when the phone rang we took our chances. It might be our mother, it might be our drug pusher, it might be that girl we didn't want to talk with. But we had to answer it or let it ring and ring, unless we had gone out and bought one of those answering machines the size of a suitcase.
No. Kids today wouldn't stand a chance.
In 1984.