Growing up for me is a time best left in the past. Even in those times, there were some bright moments at some of the holidays. While we were poor, we did not know it. The point is that our culture is being destroyed and that includes traditions and family. But that only happens if we allow it.
David DeGerolamo
That is something people have a very hard time understanding.
I was essentially orphaned, but had a great child hood in the fifties and early sixties, lots of freedom and safety. sadly I had little concept of family, accept from my grandmother. Growing up I realize the importance of family and traditions, alas all has been lost, to me and our society! To those young enough to have young children, all I can say is “teach your children well”. Home school, build a strong family and take your children to church!
Because of the lack of responsibility, of our generation, it has all gone down the tubes
Well said, brother.
I accidentally hit post before finishing!
It was our generation that really messed things up, with our selfishness and lack of responsibility! Now you young ones must learn survival skills for a world going down the tubes and fight for your freedom, sorry!
What happens when the school yard bully punches you in the nose? When you run and hide, the next day, he takes your lunch, and on and on. Will he stop? Hell no, he then takes your shoes, at some point you either fight back or lose everything. Cowardice, fear and complacency, will not stop the communists from taking everything from us, including our lives.
You are right Tom! Bullies generally only to after the weak and cowards! The solution should be apparent.
It was very hard for me to learn this lesson while living on the streets in my youth. You think that by letting the small stuff slide, you are avoiding violence, while in fact you’re making it *more* violent.
It’s a “jailhouse” culture, now predominant in public, formerly called “punking”. It starts with “can I bum a cig?”, something hard to refuse. (even rude to refuse) But each time it escalates, and each time the “bully” learns to see you as a resource, income, as his “punk”, his “bitch”. Each time you give in, you become more of an asset to be protected… the bully becomes more invested in you, and more obligated to defend that investment.
When you finally *do* decide to say “no”, violence will ensue. If you wait ’till he says “bend over”, before you say no, the violence will be more extreme.
Once you understand you are dealing with this mentality, you must *immediately* say not just “no”, but “hell no”, and be prepared to kill or die as circumstances call for.
I am growing in love with southern ways. People take the time to talk face to face. If I say I have something to do, they say, “what’s your hurry?” I know then that we will be talking for another 30 minutes. Moved to West Tennessee last October from Pennsylvania, near the Alabama-Mississippi borders.
I’m in Fairfield Glade, 1 hour west of Knoxville.