Tuesday, March 22, 2011

I'm So Old I Can Remember...


First of all, I would like to thank my best friend for letting me borrow a laptop so I can try to start blogging again.
I’m not sure where I wanted to start, a lot of bullshit going on since my last post, so I thought I would just post another observational list type of thing. I need to get used to this tiny ass keyboard.

Since I’ve made almost 52 trips around the yellow star known to the locals as Sol, I thought I would let people know how it was when I was younger.
Young people love hearing that shit.
Hey, my story ain’t as bad as the ones the old fuckers told me, so live with it.

I’m so old I can remember when the kids hated the teachers and the adults supported them. Somehow this has turned around. Adults think teachers are overpaid and elite and deserve to have their pay cut, their pensions slashed and to have the ability to organize taken away from them.
The kids seem to be the one to stand up for their teachers now. The world has gone fucking mad.

I’m so old I can remember science being a good thing. We looked at the smart people to educate us and to help us make the world a better place.
Now science is viewed with suspicion and scorn. We elect the dumbest goddamn idiots to public office. Idiots who believe that the earth is only a few thousand years old and Jesus walked with the fucking dinosaurs.

I’m so old I can remember when reporters had integrity and would only report news with a minimum of two reliable sources. Now assholes like Matt Drudge sets the standard for news. Heavily edited and out of context video is the norm.

I’m so old I can remember when people thought it was a good thing for fellow Americans to have a good job with benefits.

I’m so old I can remember products were made in America and were meant to last.

Not everything I can remember was all that good however.

I’m so old I can remember when their were only 3 or 4 channels on the television. If you didn’t like what was on it, you had to get up off your fucking ass and walk across the room and change the channel on the the TV itself. Sometimes you had to adjust the antenna. If it was “rabbit ears”, you could do it while standing at the TV. If it was the kind on the pole outside, you had to go out there and twist it back and fucking forth an inch or so while someone on the inside hollered, “TURN IT BACK! RIGHT THERE! NO, WAIT! GO BACK!”

I’m so old I can remember fucking party lines. For you young fuckers, that is when several people in your neighborhood shared a fucking phone line. It fucking sucked.

I’m so old I can remember when black people couldn’t sit with us white people in the movie theater. They had their own cordoned off area in the balcony with a wall dividing them. They weren’t allowed to come in the regular entrance either.

I’m so old I can remember when a wreck at highway speeds usually meant death. This was before the nosy ass government along with Ralph Nader forced safer vehicles on us.

I’m so old I can remember when there were no video games. The first video game I got to play was a demonstration of landing a lunar lander at the Alabama Space and Rocket Center sometime in the 70s.

I’m so old I can remember when many members of the Democratic Party were racists pigs. When it became the mandate of the Democratic Party to embrace civil rights legislation, most of those racist bastards fled. Guess which party welcomed them with open arms? Think Ronald Reagan, Trent Lott, Strom Thurman, George Wallace, and a shitload of others.

Yeah, things have changed. I guess things are overall better than they used to be, even with goofy kids walking around with their pants hanging so low you can see their drawers all the while holding their dicks with one hand. How the fuck did that become something cool? Seriously?

Well, this concludes this edition of BACK TO BLOGGING.
See you soon.

1 comment:

  1. HAHAHAHAHA! Gee thanks for reminding us all how OLD we really are. I'm so old I remember when Hippies were called Beatniks and Gilligan was Maynard G Krebs. Great blogging,as usual.

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