By “youth” I mean the year you graduated high school. So, if you graduated high school in 1970 — then, the decade of your youth will be 1960 – 1970.
This question is prompted by the OP “gm”, who said in my “I hate copf*uks” thread the following; —- ” .. when I was growing up the autism rate was like 1 in a million , now it is 1 out of 85.”
It’s a terrific observation. I can’t recall a single kid in my graduation class of about 425 who was autistic. There were less than 10 kids in the “retarded” (so sorry, that’s what is was called back then — no offense intended) class.
So … what else was very different, either for better or worse. Please give the year of your graduation.
My intent is to use some, or all, of your inputs in a Pictorial Essay.
Thanks.
My first post here … and I’ve never seen this observation posted in all my years of observing on the web;
1980
The only time you saw “the military” was at the Memorial Day Parade or when you happened to be near a Base. If your town had other Parades they’d be there too. Else, when on leave and off duty, those in the services dressed and acted exactly like everyone else.
Now, they are dressed out everywhere … militaristic and narcissistic (look at me).
1973 was so different from today it seems like it was a dream. I don’t know where to begin, so I’ll leave the telling to those of you who are more articulate than me.
But I will say that it was a time when I could say anything I wanted, do pretty much what I wanted without having a law or regulation against it. Within reason, of course.
This was before ‘Murika! turned into a collection of whiners and victims, and when there was still a little honor and shame woven into the society, before the ‘anything goes’ crap began in earnest.
Graduated high school 1968. Never met anyone with asthma until I was 17 years old. And I did not lead a sheltered life.
1960
Lysander…”But I will say that it was a time when I could say anything I wanted, do pretty much what I wanted without having a law or regulation against it. Within reason, of course.”
Agree. In a small town during pheasant season, I could walk the roads with shotgun on shoulder. State Police were excellent and probably still are in CT, MA, RI.
Difference today is the population growth and herding the sheep into cities. I seems today that the big city police (copfucks) and its denizens are in a meat grinder. I couldn’t imagine living in a high-rise, without my own space and not being able to plant shrubs, digging the earth with a shovel for varied purposes, maintenance on property and equipment, etc.
1970
Lunch room in school, up until graduation.
Peanuts and peanut products were not banned.
Never heard of anyone who had allergies or adverse reactions to peanuts.
’67. times were very straight forward, i had a blast. remember armstrong hitting the moon and saying this is the apex of our country’s existence, next thing i know hello fort benning. the drip drip of freedoms became apparent in the late 70’s, comply started to be the order of the day.
1970.
In the mid-60s we would ride bicycles with our .22 rifles slung acrosss our backs to shoot turtles in a local creek. The city authorized this due to overpopulation. Today, SWAT would be on our asses in 5 minutes and we’d make national TV news…
If I had to sum up the mid 60’s – early 70’s, I’d say life was more simple, authentic, with more opportunities.
I was very lucky – I escaped high school at the end of 10th grade. Went to college – worked my ass off, and got a degree in engineering at 20 yrs old (1969). I would have graduated from HS in 1967.
Looking back, everything was more simple – for instance: each autumn you put points / plugs / condenser / rotor in your car, and set the timing. Maybe put a kit in the carb.
Movies had actual actors, and had a real plot. There were independent diners where you could get real food.
There were good TV shows like the Twilight Zone, The Prisoner, Avengers, Man from Uncle, Secret Agent Man. No Kardashian bullshit.
Jobs were plentiful, with no HR crap, just the Personnel Department. The people in the personnel department WANTED to hire you, not drill you.
1984 life was good ,no thought of the future, business was booming, yet here I am , the future has happened . Thanks for quoting me Stucky, the rate of autism and other isssues like allergies is exponentially higher than when I was growing up . If enough people would look at the causes ,maybe something can change.
1959
In a class of 200 you could count the number of obese students on one hand. Hitchhiking was a regular means of getting to and from town, which, for me, was 4 miles away. Only a few guys had their own cars, which they paid for and worked on themselves. Everyone else walked or took the school bus, which stopped at a few collection points, which usually required walking.
There were no sports teams for girls. Physical exercise was limited to the weekly gym class or, for an elite few, becoming a cheerleader.
Our gym instructor, who coached the football and baseball teams, was a former army drill instructor and treated us like raw recruits. He started each session with a five minute lecture on the prowess of real men like Mickey Mantle and the false idolizing of useless punks like James Dean.
This was in a small CT factory town with a real mix of people who were immigrants or the children and grandchildren of immigrants, myself included in the latter group. Only two black families and the most recent groups were Portuguese and Puerto Rican. Everyone could find work in the local factories, and nearly everyone did.
1980 – have to agree with Gryffyn on the obese issue – maybe 1 or 2 in the school. Everyone was required to take gym for all four years – only exception was those who were on sports teams (and they all wanted to take gym anyways). Also more community involvement – we all had to do work in the community as part of HS civics classes – and shop classes – they were also required in the first 2 years.
We were all in better shape, had more links to the community and at least knew the difference between a hammer and a saw.
Graduated in 1979 (so my decade was the 70’s), when a boy could still carry a pocket knife in his pocket, go out to the smoking area to sneak a cigarette, and could enjoy school without worry of some gang-banging group of “polar bear” hunters raising havor and expecting no recompense for it. A time when stabbing or shooting your opponent in a fight was a sign of weakness, not strength.
It was the time of the very best rock and roll music the world has witnessed, when there was no voice modifiers and guitar players were awesome. Even pop music was awesome compared to the shit today. For that matter, soul music was better than the garbage we are forced to listen to today (why do you think classic rock and oldies are still big time?). A time before rap music and calls of death from blacks towards cops and white people in general. A time before Jews’ influence in the industry tainted it to the point that it is unbearable now. As with music, TV was hokey, but enjoyable without the skanks and sickening gay agenda permeating every show and when commercials were representative of reality in racial construct (today every commercial seems to show more minorities than majority and so much race mixing that one might be brainwashed into thinking it is normal).
When cars had muscles but could still be worked on by normal folks without a computer. When they were somewhat affordable. when we didn’t give a rat’s ass about gas prices, until we were manipulated by embargoes and the petro dollar scheme. It was the time of riding the loop in town… no cellphones, so you had to hook up in person. A time when people lived outdoors, not frightened by fake bogeymen or relentless black violence and knock-out games.
A time when women were voluptuous, relatively uninhibited, but didn’t HAVE to be a skank. A time of short shorts, miniskirts and halter tops. Sexiness was in, but whoring was a black thing. Women were more in line with standard relationships and lesbianism was freakish. When a gay person was shunned for being weird and the though of a guy sucking a dick outraged you, religious or not (not to mention sticking one up a guy’s hairy ass). Where men respected women when they were women and not the social justice abortion worshiping hags many are now. When burning a bra was funny as opposed to the SWJ’s assaults directly on men today. Men were (by and large) masculine, not the pussies we endure today.
A time before STD’s would rot off your weenie or put you in a grave because antibiotics still worked. A time before AIDS was a dreamed up affliction to wipe out as many people as possible. A time before vaccines were forced on people and most laughed off chicken pox and other DREADED childhood diseases that scare the shit out of people today.
A time when the arts were still supported in high school and we weren’t forced to worship the athlete. A time when worshiping the military made you look like a fool, or shaving your head was only done by the crazy jocks as an initiation ritual. Body building was not yet influenced by steroid heads, so you knew those that were buff worked for it and didn’t necessarily flip out over every little circumstance. When it was awesome to see a six pack because you knew that person earned it.
It was a time when professional sports were enjoyable, before the extravagantly huge salaries made it impossible to actually go see a game in person. A time when boxing was real and not so much a show. A time when flying a rebel flag at an Ole Miss game was done by everyone, including the black folk that attended. A time of real rivalries and decades long inspiring dedication to your team.
Back then, we didn’t freak out over racial constructs. we knew who we were and celebrated it (especially down here in the south). We (whites0 didn’t give a damn about black power or La Raza or anyone celebrating their race, as long as you didn’t fuck with us. We didn’t kowtow to political correctness or insist that we support white genocidal programs.
It was a time that cops protected and served, not beat the shit out of anybody just because they can. Before the militarization of the cops and society, in general, where every holiday now praises the fake war effort and the numbskulls that join the police forces and military over the lies perpetuated ad nauseum. It was a time before you had to worry about being shot over a bag of plant material and you even bragged about how much weed you smoked the night before (this is finally coming back). Even when it was illegal, it was no big deal, except to the Drug Warriors. Now they make $BILLIONS from its illegality and they are slow to relinquish that win fall no matter how much proof of its medical efficacy (that all us stoners knew way back then).
Mostly, we were not subservient to Jewish manipulation and control over every aspect of our lives: education, media, government, social aspects. We weren’t afraid to stand up and fight for our rights, instead of letting them pay off the government cronies for their directives.
I was born a poor black child but managed to graduate in 1985. Cold War was ending and the MIC would soon need a new boogeyman. The Bubble Building phase of modern economics was getting underway. A younger, ignorant IndenturedServant was trying without luck to determine how the USA! USA! USA! could afford to be in so much debt yet still be loaning millions and billions to countries including Israel and Egypt. The US debt was only $1.8 Trillion, 1/10th what it is today. He would find the answers he sought in 2007 but remains mostly ignorant. Our economy was transitioning to a disposable one and quality was becoming a thing of the past. Good jobs still existed but long term careers were coming to an end. College was still affordable but real knowledge and know how were dying alongside drive, determination and hard work. Despite all this, everything was becoming newer and improved!
Space Shuttle was in it’s infancy and now we’re buying seats on Russian rockets. Some of our greatest unmanned space missions were underway; Pioneer, Voyager and Mariner were greatly expanding our knowledge of the Solar System. Hubble was still to come. Great cars with style and horsepower, not to mention real steel, were going the way of the dinosaur.
Nobody criticized boomers and black people still believed in working. Actually boomers were still hippies and black people only had to work to recharge the welfare when it ran out. Hippies (boomers) finally got their hair cut and went to work but failed to save anything and now, welfare never runs out.
For our next trick we will make the USA into a turd whirled nation while strenuously asserting that we are still the bestest. GO TEAM!
Really enjoying these posts.
And it looks like it attracted some fantastic first time posters … who I hope post more often.
Graduated in 1970, got my 3rd class Radiotelephone operator’s permit before I got my driver’s license, first job as a Radio DJ in 1969 at a 250 watt AM; owned by a family who lived next door in a mobile home. That Summer I had 3 jobs, worked in a factory that made “Airline” brand TV’s and Stereos for Monkey Wards, at the Radio station, and weekends at a drive-in theater ticket taking and cleaning the lot.
I remember getting pulled over by a cop when riding my bike around dusk after playing ball with schoolmates. He started questioning me and I told him he had no right to pull me over and to fuck off. He laughed and told me to go home.
Another time I was driving my roommates Impala on a 2 lane road and tried to pass another car thinking it had the horsepower to make it, unfortunately for me it was a 327 2 barrel and didn’t have the guts. Car in the opposite lane was a Indiana state trooper who pulled off the shoulder to avoid collision. He flipped a U-ey and pulled me over, I told him just that and apologized. He told me to be more careful and didn’t even give me a ticket.
I could go on and on, bottom line the 60’s were a great time to grow up and I got away with tons of shit I’d be arrested for today. I feel sorry for my kids and grandkids who have no idea how fucked up the world has become.
Westcoaster said:
” I feel sorry for my kids and grandkids who have no idea how fucked up the world has become.
Yep, those liberal progressive policies (even the right leaning ones) have totally fucked up the country. Winning!
Change would have been much more gradual with true conservative policies and much more sustainable as well. As long as a bunch of greedy cronies got rich though I guess it’s ok.
Not having kids myself will allow your kids to have a bigger share of the fucked-up-ness though. No need to thank me. It’s just part of my giving nature.
I’ll give a bit younger perspective – 1996. Suburban senior high with a class of about 700. The biggest difference I’ve noticed over the past 19+ years is when I was in senior high nobody had a cell phone, not even the “rich” kids. Some people had pagers, i.e. drug dealers, but that was it. There were actual payphones in the lobby and cafeteria for making phone calls.
Another huge difference is everyone, and I mean everyone, had a part time job. Be it washing dishes in a restaurant to working the movie theater, mall shop or car wash – everyone was making min wage or a buck more. With that money a lot of us bought beater cars. School parking lot was full of early 1980’s shit boxes. We were in a blue collar town without a lot of “rich kids” so that may have played a role. Today when I’m out and about I don’t see any teens working – not anywhere.
Overall the 1990’s felt like good times. People were optimistic. Lots of classmates went into trade school post graduation (aka technical college). For the college bound none of us worried about debt. State schools were still reasonable, relatively speaking. I also had a nest egg from working my teen years. Actually knew several people that signed up for the national guard with the cash for tuition benefit in mind. War was the last thing anyone thought about being on the horizon.
Fat kids, sure, maybe 10%. Retards, yes, we made fun of them. Bullies, oh hell yes, but nobody made a big deal about it. You could tell there was the push to be P.C. but by in large we could get away with a lot that today would get you expelled. Shit, the stoners in metals shop would make knives and store them in their lockers before taking home to slash tires or whatever shit they did.
@Indentured: And those neocon policies like invading countries that didn’t invade us sure as shit have added much to the panorama of opportunities for today’s kids, /sarc. And for the record I have a son who did 2 tours in Iraq, 1 in Beirut and 1 in Bosnia. Thanks a lot for his PTSD.
The argument in the 21st century is no longer liberal vs conservative so stop beating THAT horse. Open your eyes and you’ll see it’s us against the mil/ind complex and multinationals.
WC, that’s pretty much what I said. (even the right leaning ones)
Your son can thank our owners and his own naivety for his PTSD.
Yes I know full well it’s not a left/right thing. They are the same.
You falsely believe it’s us against the MIC and big business.
The real enemy is the bankers. Get rid of thin air, fiat money and the MIC get’s it’s wings clipped and makes due with the MIC it’s citizens are willing to be taxed to support. Wars of choice go away. Unsustainable things like welfare and never ending growth go away. Too big to fail goes away. Exorbitant salaries, bonuses, profits, expansion etc go away when you have sound money. Millions and billions of dollars of funny money are not required to be wealthy when your money has real value. Four separate Starbucks stores on four corners of the same fucking intersection goes away.
Your head would spin at all the bullshit that goes away once you have sound money. If sovereign nations do not throw off the yoke of the central bankers permanently, humans will repeat this same bullshit cycle for eternity because they will stop at nothing to steal it all every time the get the chance.
Graduated 1981, in the suburbs. Rode my bike all over town, without helmet or kneepads or adult supervision. Stayed home alone after school. I’m sure my parents never had to worry about a visit from CPS.
Sex was mysterious. There were magazines with nude grown-up women, and “love” scenes in movies, but I could only form hazy mental images of what happened after the girl took her clothes off. It was known that some girls “did it”, but only with their steady boyfriends.
The worst drug around was pot. A few kids went to “juvenile hall” for it, but nobody worried about their parents losing their homes or themselves going to prison.
There were Mexican and black gangs, sometimes fistfights and on rare occasions worse, but none of the feral viciousness that I see today. Blacks were just different, not threatening.
The USSR was the great threat to world peace. They had invaded Afghanistan, had 200 divisions ready to overrun Europe, and contemplated a nuclear first strike, or so I believed. I believed the US Armed Forces actually protected us and helped defend other countries.
I “came out” as an atheist at about age 13. It didn’t win me any friends. Outside of a handful of other weirdos like me, nobody would admit to not believing in God.
Most of all, I was optimistic. Someday soon, people would be living in space, starting to explore other stars. Robots were not industrial machines, they were kind of like friends that we built for ourselves, as imagined by Asimov and C3PO. We would solve the problems of sickness and old age and scarcity, live long happy lives, and nobody would be grindingly poor.
1980. The ’70’s – when even the Protestants had 4 kids and the Catholics had 6-12. If you knew of any homosexuals, you stayed away from them and their creepy-ass mustaches – like the old lady you thought was a witch. Rotary dial phone, black & white TV. You could only stand so much Gilligan’s Island & Hogan’s Heroes before you had to go outside and play wiffle ball or build a snow fort. You could do that then because neighborhoods had actual children. Looking at clouds was a thing. Also, putting stuff on the railroad tracks.
My memory of losing my virginity in the backseat of my 1972 Chevelle .My memories of racing
My first muscle car (Chevelle ) on the back streets of my home town for fun.I graduated in 1979
At the tender age of 17. It was a great time for me.Never missed one day of school my senior year because school was fun and the girls liked me.I was in great shape physically , had all my brown curly hair , had nice cars , had lots of friends ,a pretty girl friend and I had money in the bank.
Growing up and old SUCKS.I look back on that time and I realize I really fucked up somewhere along the way.Damn Stucky now I am miserable. See what you have done to me.
bb just before losing his virginity
Nympho girlfriend at age 16 while a junior in HS (1970). What more could a kid want than that? After graduating, she went to college very far away and I lost it–dropping out of Richmond University. Went back to the department store where I worked during high school and was immediately promoted to assistant manager. Pack of cigs and gallon of Sunoco 360 were both 36 cents. Laid a lot of rubber in my 1969 Cortez Silver SS 350 Camaro. Went to community college ’73-’76 and got an Associates Degree in Parks&Recreation Management, while working for the county park agency. Took a cross-country driving trip with my best buddy–Virginia to west coast and back again via Vegas, where my we ran out of money. Moved to Bend, Oregon for 5 years, having been impressed with that place on the trip. Worked for the US Forest Service, got exposed to computers, moved back to Virginia and started a career in Telecom. Went back to night school and got my CIS degree. Steadily employed ever since. I’d say the 70s were some of the best years of my life, but getting married 20 years later (second time around–no kids first time) and having a great son (now 21) was even better.
Been on a spiritual learning path since age 30. Wonders never cease when exposed to esoteric knowledge.
1966…and the decade was good. ’56-’60 was an Air Force brat living in England…good times were had by all. The Sixties were equally good. Remember surfing, Madras, Seersucker, Weejuns, long hair poodle skirts, Krystals, Mercury missions…graduated before weed, busing, and Viet Nam. Only 1 fat kid I can remember, and he had thyroid issues. (Saw him 20 years later and good meds had slimmed him down). Met my love at 16 on the beach, married her 25 years later…still married to her.
Now, after 50 years of working hard, raising a family, paying a fair share of taxes, the shit is about to hit the fan. Oh well, at least we have the Donald to entertain us.
I enjoyed my 50th high school reunion this summer, despite all of the really old people who showed up! (I had the fun of flying there there with six others on a private jet partially owned by a good friend classmate who has done all right for himself. We drank a generous amount of champagne and started some serious reminiscing as we sped along).
In 1965 things were still so innocent in a small rural town in Northern California, although Vietnam was becoming an uncomfortable issue. We thought the senior prom at the national guard armory was exciting because we had raised enough money to hire a cool band from the city. We could wander all over town 24/7 safely. We made sure to get our driver’s license on our 16th birthday and we drove up and down Main Street. The drug of choice was beer or maybe vodka. I can ‘t recall ever hearing of marijuana or anything else you smoked or injected or swallowed. Top 40 music provided a sturdy soundtrack to our life as teens across the country were culturally united listening to the same 50 songs at a time . Dick Clark was young.
There were many small businesses, one owned by my dad, and they thrived. There was a JC Penney store that carried basic merchandise and served as a catalogue order pick up spot. I had jobs at Christmastime wrapping gifts for hours at a time and I washed mugs at A&W Root Beer in the summer. My brother bucked hay bales and worked for a logger. Everybody was eager to grow up and get out on their own and start their grown up life. We fully expected to be poor for a while but weren’t bothered in the least at the prospect.
The drive in movie, open only during the summer, was nicknamed the “finger bowl.” There were a fair number of high school pregnancies, and the girls either married the fathers or quietly left town for a few months. Abortion was not an option, and birth control beyond condoms wasn’t easily available.
I never heard anybody say fuck. Pay phones were everywhere.
Wal Mart, Burger King, cable tv, computers, cell phones, and fuck eventually made their way to my little town. I get very melancholy when I go back, everything still the same, everything so different.
1950-1960 Kansas City. White kid walked through the black part of town every day for 3 years with no incidents. Junior College tuition $25/semester. Credits all transferred to all 4 year state schools. Queers were freak who lived in San Francisco. Jews were sprinkled generously through the school system but no one realized that until 10 years later. A teenager could walk 2 miles to the city limits to go shooting carrying a loaded shotgun or rifle and the cops would wave as they drove by.
Thing really changed quickly after about 1967.
Life in my youth was simple, people were not confused as today. Girls were girls and boys were looking for girls, normal shit. We could have cared less about tv but loved music. Most of us married young and had a family and so now have grandchildren. Stress was not on the radar for us, just did what most people have done for hundreds of years. Eat, sleep, talk , love go to school and church, work and then do it all again the next day.
The human side is missing today to the point of evil, is it technology or am I just old?
I_S
I should have known from your interest in grits that you wuz a poor black boy….damn.
BEA LEVER says:
“I_S
I should have known from your interest in grits that you wuz a poor black boy….damn.”
I gots no rhythm either and a faithful dog named Shithead.
As a matter of fact,part of the terror in The Exorcist was hearing a little girl cursing, today it is de rigueur.
This is something I recall from middle school days & and 8 grades: Mr C swatting Virginia on the butt with a yard stick he had in his hand, she was alarmed but nothing to call the cops about.
Mr P tells a joke in class, they say money can’t buy you love, but give me $5 and I’ll do my own shopping.
Another Mr. C tells a short kid, Art, if I was you, I’d sue the city for building the curb so high. To a fat kid, Katz, if I was you I’d kill myself. (Katz deserved it, not only was the lone fat kid, he admitted to taking tap dance classes.) This Mr. C was connected and had no fear of criticism, he would use the word damn, saying, if you tell anyone I was cussing, I will call you a liar.
We had a fat coach that started as a sub, he was a welcome change to the dour coach we had before, he told us the so called beltbuster burger was a disappointment and did not live up to its name. Making fun of my name, juan morales, he said, juan – more or less.
A young substitute coach tells us freshmen, enjoy the girls now because once they turn 21, they turn into bitches.
I think those teachers would be up on charges nowadays.
bb forgot to write about his KKK meetings & burning crosses on the lawns of minorities. & who was the girl stupid enough to do him? Even if she said yes, she shouldn’t have taken advantage of a young retarded boy.
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We need Muck to post. I always wanted to know about school in the 1880’s.
1970’s for me.
Indented Sphincter is a negro? Hello? Everybody hearin this? Billy’s been consortin with uh blackie and didn’t even know it. Good gawd this changes everything.
1966 Central Illinois small town. First car was 2 junkers cobbled together to make one junker that actually ran, cobbling done outside in the snow. Total out of pocket, $45. The most dramatic thing I remember was our class drank, mostly beer that we could buy with a fake ID a few towns over where they didn’t know us. The class of ’67 did drugs. It was like a clean break from drinking one year to drugs the next.
Lot’s of fumbling in backseats with various girls. I remember one guy had porno cartoon books, I didn’t see a porno film until sometime in the 70s. Actually saw live strippers before porno films.
Our family did not have health insurance, we paid cash to the local doctor. I once had my leg stitched up by the local vet as the people doctor was not in town that day.
I remember gas wars with gas at 9 cents a gallon at the Detomic Gas Station in Springfield. Worked at the Standard Oil station on Route 66 for $1.25 @ hour and a 5 cent discount on gas.
Other vivid memories were trying to find ways to not go in the Army and get shipped of to Vietnam.
Yep, girls and cars. And beer. And a few fights. And shootin down at the creek.
What happened to that skinny kid and the times. Glad I grew up back then.
I graduated from high school in 1988.
When I was a kid, my mom could go to the grocery store and leave us out in the car the whole time.
@IS: In my mind the MIC includes the Bankster fucks & Wall St., so we think alike.
Graduated in 2005 in a class of about 250 in a town of about 8,000. Maybe half the student body had cell phones. I don’t really remember anyone specific who had autism, if they did they would’ve been in the ED/LD classes. Bullying? they tended to come down hard on it after the school shootings. There were cameras in every hallway, though it seemed like they hardly ever watched the footage. The police would have training for the K9 unit to sniff out the lockers, I remember some getting a little upset over that. Teachers administering physical punishment was long considered a crime at that point. Phy ed required for 3 years, math only 2. I remember some teachers being a little bitter about the 2000 election results. The “Go to College!” line seemed to be pushed on everyone. Still I was given my first copy of Animal Farm by my English teacher sophomore year, and another lent me out his copy of Dr. Strangelove so not all bad. ”
I can’t really remember a time before the internet. Videogames, pirating music, and watching Cartoons were my past times. I didn’t tinker with old cars and trucks, I tore apart computers and other electronics. First family computer purchased in 1999, After we got broadband internet in 2001, instead of drinking and smoking, looking at porn was the rebellious, antisocial activity of choice. Quoting Tyler Durden from Fight Club always made one look cool.
I was always a bit of an outcast an account of not doing birthdays, holidays or the pledge of allegiance due to being a JW. Wow my writing skills have gone to shit.
You should post more, Turd, you can hone your writing skills here. You might feel out of place in a site populated with old turds but we would gain.
Aside from PJ, the next youngest is I-S at 40-something going on 80 judging from his temperament.
WC, the bankers simply enable the corrupt wall street fucks. They’re corrupt because of the banks. Take away that one evil and the vast majority of the crap we all rail about goes away. You won’t need any new rules or laws either. When the funny money goes away, everything thing that was built with and sustained by it goes away.
Are you really black? Like, I mean, you have black skin?
Everybody, Ivory-Snow is not black save for the little bone implant he got a few years ago with the helpful advice of our beloved AWD.
Stop tripping. Even if he were black, his dogs still love him. Go worry about something more important, like what is the status on the Jenner bone.
Speaking of the celebrity dick, that thing has been in Kris K, there might be an interest in implant subjects. Any takers?
@Llpoh: Bite me….. Mine is 1950-1960, so there! I’m a 1938 Silent and a solo child besides. went in the Navy right out of high school because I didn’t know what I wanted to study.. Got the degree, finally at age 43 after attending 6 (that’s S-I-X) different Universities and finally finished with the Univ. of Idaho.
This world is not my world. There’s not a lot I like about it and unless we get a lot smarter real fast, we (i.e. the human race) are going to self-destruct and vanish just like all those species before us.
I gotta say, times are sure a lot better now with birth control. Back in the day, choices were limited to wearing galoshes or take your chances. Me, today? If I had kids, I’d have an IUD implanted in any females over the age of 12.
MA
Turd
If you read ZH and quoted TD then you are ahead of most in your age group. Glad you are here to give us your opinion, pipe in anytime to add some spice to the old farts. Bea
Graduated in 1977.
Memorable events in my life to that time included:
–Growing my HO model train kid every year at Christmas.
–having a plastic machine gun that made a rat-a-tat sound by pulling back a ‘bolt’
–Erector set
–Grabbing old phone equipment and learning to hook it up
–Building bikes out of bike parts we found in the alleys
–Catching crickets, grasshoppers, butterflies, snakes, bees, you name it
–Making forts out of refrigerator boxes
–My best friend living across the street until 7th grade
–Getting a Honda 70 mini bike, as well as a Schwinn Continental I sold 10 years later for the same $$’s
–Getting my first car, a convertible
–Getting my first ‘score’ at 16.5, about 2 weeks before my then best friend. I never said a word till he started bragging.
Growing up there was only one ‘retarded’ kid, and he had been hit by a car. I don’t know what he was like before that. There were only a few kids who might have been considered ADD. I grew up in a good ‘hood in the city. No fights to speak of, no hassles. Kids would stay out past dark playing, but you had to be home for dinner. Then gone again. Parents pretty much ignored most of us — if they only knew some of the shit we did!
We used to build model rockets. Later we would pack M-80’s into them and blow them up. We treated m-80’s like plain ol firecrackers. Built a few small ‘bombs’ out of them too.
When we all had licenses and cars, we’d go cruising girls in the burbs. The houses up there were incredible, but I never felt like my parents 1400 sq ft house was small.
Music was very important. Maybe the most important ‘thing’ I ever got was a Panasonic cassette recorded. Got that about the time “Reelin’ in the Years” came out. Used to literally wait to catch and record the songs I loved. Didn’t have a lot of money to buy music and didn’t care. Loved Steely Dan, the Beach Boys, Joni Mitchell, James Taylor and lots of jazz/rock or soft rock stuff.
I would never trade my childhood for that of my kids. They get better vacations, better schools, better games, and the like — but I had a better ‘life’ full of more ‘real experiences’.
Turd, I was raised as a JW kid, too, but I escaped before they baptized me. Since that means I couldn’t be officially disfellowshipped, my mom can still talk to me! Isn’t that nice.
1965. I grew up in the segregated south and looking back it was truly incredible. In a very small 1000sq ft house, a 2/1.
No Trayvons, Dindus, &tc. Disagreements were maybe settled with a fistfight(usually not) and the participants usually became friends afterward. The dads were almost all WW2 vets(great stories), and our little neighborhood always had holiday parties. Divorce was unheard of, as was teenage pregnancies. Gas was 25 cents/gallon and I made a buck an hour at my first job, garage work. Life was good, but it’s still pretty darn good! 45yrs of marriage, 2 lovely daughters and 2 wonderful grandkids. And fuckinA, we have The Donald to entertain us for the next year or so!
I got out of it when I was 14, My parents were understanding and didn’t force me to participate in it. But I know a few kids who weren’t as lucky and they went off the deep end when they turned 18.
Turd,
Yep, I was 16. My dad never was one, so that helped, but on the other hand my parents shared their own parents’ views, which was that it’s the dad’s job to earn the money and it’s the mom’s job to raise the kids. So he pretty much just let her drag us through all that, because raising us was her job to do as she saw fit.
I was already in my mid to late 20’s before the Internet came along, but since then I’ve read a lot of stories by “recovering” JW’s, and the longer it takes for them to get out, the more messed up they are. I had some learning and catching up to do, but it didn’t take long, and in the end I my life has turned out pretty good.
My mom does tend to just natter on and on about that stuff, though. She has the mistaken idea that it’s interesting to other people to listen to her de-bunk the dogma of the Catholic church, scripture by scripture. She’ll go on at length about how Jesus died on a stake and not a cross, so the cross is a symbol of false religion. And zero is the number of fucks I give about that.
PJ, Some things never go away, just a couple of days ago I was recalling the stressful time I had trying to get over the fact we no longer worked for a tyrant.
‘Decompress’ is a word that sounds like relaxing but to me it was like being set adrift. I could not find my bearing and kept reminding myself of the time Vern told me – Herbie is dead – meaning I could no longer refer to Herbie’s rules.
Everyday a new tyrant like I-S or Mags rises up to control me and I have to remind myself, they are dead in life and have no truth in them. It’s the only way to resist oppression and to be free, otherwise they camp out in your mind and rule you from there.
Which brings me to why I like Trump. He is busy pricking the pricks and letting the air out of these petite tyrants.