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I didn’t buy 10,000 BTC when it was $0.10 per coin.
I’ve got some primo tulip bulbs here. Just arrived from overseas.
Interested?
I have stayed with chump boyfriends when it was already clear that it wasn’t going to last, but either I did not want to admit it to myself or I was still hoping that he might change. I think, in retrospect, the only reason was fear of being alone. Wasted my best years with idiots that way.
I would probably also not have given ANY vaccines to any of my children. You never know if that seasonal allergy could have been prevented, but, thank God, I think we dodged any worse side effects.
Oh, and the bitcoin thing. We could be living it up now… oh well.
Some miscreant gave you a thumbs down?
I wish my youngest daughter had not married a millennial load who only cares about making enough money to pay the rent and put gas in his car. He is also pathological liar who is “sick” all the time — at least that is his biggest excuse for not working a decent paying full-time job.
He was her first love and still does not see the writing on the wall for her future with this guy.
Must have been the same guy that gave a thumbs down to the comment about bitcoin. I bet Mr. Downvote bought them when they WERE $ 0.10 and he is also one of my idiot prior boyfriends.
As for your daughter, I get it, because de Nile is not just a river in Africa, and also sunk cost is a bitch. All the best!
Wow you have just written down my life story… only in my case, it’s my older daughter has the fun one.
I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut. I made some whopper mistakes in my youth too.
Robert Earl Keen is a fav of mine! Listen to him all the time.
His lyrics…
His recordings are much better than his live voice IMO. I saw him at Bee Cave around 2004+-. His voice was horrible. Saw him at Fort Worth’s Bass Hall. My boss gave me a ticket!!! The show was all acoustical and was very good. Robert’s voice was better at the Bass Hall and he was literally taken by the quality of the acoustics in that place.
I don’t know what it is about musicians that many of them get far too deep into the drugs. I saw an interview that is on youtube with RLK and someone whose name I forget, some “country” artist. RLK looked horrible and had difficulty speaking. Shame.
Oh, Gringo Honeymoon. I’m nostalgic in some ways. My wife and I celebrated the Gringo Honeymoon in Boquillas , Mexico. It was exactly as RLK described. We met the guy that palyed the gut string guitar mentioned in the song. His name is Fontino Sanchez, a real person. We sat and listened to Fontino and bought him Carta Blancas at $1 each in “the town’s best bar”. That was prior to 911. Now one had to have a passport to go there. 🙁
Side note: I’m old Texas boy and always love Emmy Lou Harris. Emmy is very well preserved. Don’t look back, just makes me sad.
I wondered if you’re from TX. Don’t know too many non-Texans who are familiar with his music.
I agree about his recorded voice being better. Saw him live in CO a while ago.
My two favorites of his are Feelin’ Good Again & Love’s a Word I Never Throw Around-pretty guitar melody in this one.
My dad sings & plays guitar and I grew up with him playing REK tunes all the time. Good memories.
“kool” 🙂 I don’t know the date of the youtube interview or what he is up to now. RLK is about two years younger than I. “Texas music”, musicians , probably partial but, YES!
RLK is good stuff. I always liked Front Porch Song,wake up amongst 300 beer cans in the front yard waiting for the Presbyterians to come out of church. I had HS friends that went to TAM. Me, I went to work.
I like the “Mexican” musical sounds incorporated in much of his songs. First album debut, No Kinda Dancer. I always thought the tune, The Road Goes Forever from West Textures was a good one. The list of artists RLK performed with and hung around does bring back memories.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Earl_Keen
Lyrics…John Prine has some good ones too. Not from Texas, I like him too. ( In Spite of Ourselves- John Prine, Iris Demint)
I think he did the Front Porch Song with Lyle Lovett…love Lyle’s voice. Your Gringo Honeymoon story is cool. It’s neat to match up the lyrics with real life. REK is just an awesome storyteller with great lyrics in all his songs. Love him.
I haven’t listened to much of John Prine…I’ll check him out.
REK…I must have the L in Earl stuck in my fingers.
I knew what you meant. 🙂
Yes , on Lyle . The two shared that house with the front porch .
You’ve probably heard this one too. I recently went back in time and pulled it up.
Everybody relates to where they grew up. One just has to be a Texan I suppose to relate to being a Texan. Not boasting.
Boast away. Texans are AWESOME people. 😉
As someone who was in the business for several years, touring is usually a terrible and lonely experience. The energy you get after performing in front of a crowd who are digging your music is better than drugs. And like drugs, afterwards you get a let down. In spite of the one night stands which are empty sex you are with your bandmates and that is it. Many, myself included get to feeling pretty crappy and the alcohol and drugs are an attempt to fill that void. What is the one thing all musician OD deaths have in common? They were found dead in their hotel room ALONE.
Good points. I was never a musician. I do remember in the days of going to concerts etc. the term “groupies” regarding some of the females in attendance and many hanging out back stage.
I don’t listen to music much anymore. However being somewhat nostalgic, when I do hear an old tune I may research the origins, the associations etc. of various bands and their members, the breakups, etc. etc. When I was into music I basically just listened to the music and while knowing Eric Clapton I just listened mostly and was not into the history of him or other musicians. Now it’s like , so and so use to play with so and so group , all of which groups I would listen to their music.
For Emmylou Harris Gram Parson’s overdose ( alone as you mention) was a sad time indeed. I absolutely loved Emmlou Harris, a classy woman that seems to have not gone deep in the drug thing. I’ve no idea her involvement in drugs and alcohol. I imagine she took a few tokes but that does not matter whether she did or not. All I know is the woman is very well preserved.
Just think, Emmylou also knew the other three legends they are singing about in this song. And they are all passed away now. And Emmylou knew them all very well. As well as being very humbled and touched by this song, it may also be bitter sweet for her hearing it and she probably can’t help thinking about the three friends she lost. Especially Gram Parsons, her former duet partner and very dear friend who died tragically of a drug overdose at a very young age. And all their times past. Incredible times. What a tribute these girls have given to her, to the other three legends in the song, and to the world. What a gift. Beautiful
One more time.
Saw his Xmas Show in Dec. 2019, right before COVID. I understand he’s quitting touring.
My one regret was that I turned down a job offer when I was 25, which was working for a family’s private business interests outside of their furniture manufcturing business. Was trying to save my wife’s (at that time) smaller family business. Big mistake.
Supposedly Sept, ’22 per wiki.
Good info about REK on wiki.
College. Waste of time and money just to get a piece of paper to prove my worth to an employer who will fire me for not being woke enough. Turns out I didn’t need it as I’ll never work for anyone ever again. Learned more on my own than I ever did from dumbass professors.
Collage. I thought I was gonna get rich. Nobody liked them. Now I’ve got hot melt glue on everything and it won’t come out.
Ditto. A big, expensive waste of time, not counting the drugs and sex.
Keg parties were the best thing about college. That and the Thursday night before Spring Break street gatherings.
Kept me out of the draft and when the Army gave me a scholarship I took it
Times have changed…
not sticking stubbornly to my own criteria and judgement, though it’s a tough call which specific incidence of that was the worst.
and yeah, the btc thing too lol
to think i was there on the scene back in 08 when btc started out- i remember the hashcash and similar discussions even some years before that – and because it was exactly the opposite of anonymous, i argued against it… and thus never touched it back when it would have been trivial to scoop up some large amount.. ah well. being right does not mean you end up rich! hahaha!
I’d have gone on that 6 week road trip with a great buddy
instead of staying home to hang out with an insane girlfriend
I broke up with soon after.
But I learned from that, and met the spectacular Mrs. Colorado Artist
one a similar 6 week trip a few short years later. I might share that wild story someday.
38 years of mawage and 4 sons and still circling each other as deadly opponents..
I would have realized the serious nature of my husband’s medical symptoms in time. And cherished the time we had together more.
I’m sorry for your loss.
Nothing. OTOH, I’m not done.
I do things with conviction, whatever the price. Didn’t buy into crypto as I don’t know ONE SINGLE PERSON who got rich on Bitcoin, so there’s that.
No regrets, I look at everything as a lesson. Woulda shoulda coulda is just not something I dwell on… but thats just me…
What Brian said.
Agree. There are things I planned to do (mechanical engineering degree) that didn’t work out but the alternative (A&P school, lifelong friends from that and a dependable, if not aviation related, career) worked out just fine.
Looking back I realize they weren’t regrets because I can’t argue with the way it all turned out.
I did regret my first marriage but then, my 2 oldest wouldn’t be around and I cherish them.
Warning… this will meander through my morning until I get to my point, if I end up with one.
I was thinking about how the past winds up getting us to where we are now while I was driving home from the dentist where I wore a mask to check in to sit in a chair with my mouth open for a half hour while a former Army dental technician scraped tartar and coffee stains off the back of my teeth, then polished them up for me, all for $70 bucks cash.
I really like Joe, the technician, and thankfully, his religious exemption to the vaccine was approved so he didn’t have to retire early, which would mean I would have to get used to a new dental technician, who might prefer the water torture to the metal tools Joe is so skilled at using.
But, after I checked in, Joe called me in and I took off my mask and sat in the chair.
We chatted and talked for quite a while because Joe is planning to use his Veterans Benefits as much as possible. I told him we are still getting Veterans Choice out here (put into place by the Trump Administration… hopefully we get to keep it) which means we pick which VA approved doctor we want to see for “issues.”
I got a message from my cousin while in the seat. She visits my mother three times a week, which is a 20-30 mile round trip. She was my Granny Fannie’s favorite grandchild, the one we all loved best and now I know why. I was supposed to take lunch down, but she said something came up and we would postpone.
I only see Mother once a month, but the visits are good. We do not talk about the past because it is what brought us to the bridge we’ve built to get over it.
It is best that I do not try to change the past, since I’m really in a very good place, happy with people I trust around me, but not in sight.
I’m just gonna Be Still and Know…
Dollar Cost Average into S&P 500 Index Fund. I knew about it 40 years ago but never did it.
Alright, y’all asked for it. I put up a decent little kitchen audio system for my dishwasher Mitchell. He’s a great guy and a terrific worker but I hear this dang song EVERY DAY… Just can’t bring myself to take it down.
Gag mother truckers…
Yikes! I’m glad I haven’t had lunch yet lest I lose it. However, I did just throw up in my mouth!
I did too…
and my morning was going so well up until cher…
just threw up again…
I thought you guys have a thing for half naked women? But not half naked 60 year olds?
Biggest regret, for today at least, might have been to have watched this video then.
Imagine a threesome with her and Madonna! Now that;ll make you sick.
You do know that is Elijah Blue, another of her troubled children, there on stage with the guitar watching Momma strut her stuff for the US Navy!
How long until he was in drug rehab or a mental center like his sister/brother Chaz?
I had no idea but I’m hardly surprised. Twisted people.
I thought we were buds. How could you do this to me? LOL
🤣
Are you the pastor over there?
Heard it this morning taking the daughter to the airport. Cher is a staple on that particular station.
Dude, da fuck are you doing?
Cher’ing my anguish…
Marrying my first wife one year out of high school! What a maroon I was.
That was my regret too. I grew up too fast.
I would never have just assumed the holocaust actually happened.
– A. P. in 3 .. 2 … 1 –
How about the CV-19 Genocide Holocaust that is happening right now, do you believe it? Do you think a lot of Jewish Elite (there are more Goy Kapo responsible) are aware of it and have contributed to it’s happening? If the above is true, aren’t the murderers just like the Nazi prison guards themselves?
The “goy kapo”, tools that they are, know (((who))) they take their orders from, and if they want to keep their power positions, they better do what they’re told.
Very true but there is definitely a Higher Authority who will hold a Final Judgement for everyone and He will not accept the excuse “I was just following orders”. Not only that, just taking a passive approach to Evil is not acceptable to God. My fellow Americans, as the Truth becomes understood about the Shot’s adverse effects for some (5%, 50%?), the public is going to be very upset with Pharma, Fauci, Trump, Congress, CDC, NIH, AMA, MSM, Hospitals, Doctors, Druggist, Employers Mandates, Corporate CEOs etc.
Well, you see, my comment and regret was about ever believing in the so called, “holocaust”. It never happened, so your analogy doesn’t work. Hitler’s Germans are not in the same league as your jew world order examples of evil: Pharma, Fauci, Trump, Congress, CDC, NIH, AMA, MSM, Hospitals, complicit Doctors, Druggist, Employers Mandates, and Corporate CEOs etc.
I know there’s a lot more dopes on here that believe in masturbating death machines. Speak up, you (((losers))).
Jewish propagandists have entirely reversed the reality of the situation using their control of the media, and have blamed the Germans for starting the war and committing all the alleged atrocities, when in reality the Germans and their allies were the most disciplined, honorable and righteous forces fighting in that fratricidal Jewish-instigated war. The German people and their allies were the ones who experienced a genuine holocaust
– a real genocide – during WWII, not the Jewish population of Europe.
The simple fact of the matter is that the “Holocaust” narrative – 6 million Jews persecuted, abused, and systematically exterminated by “those evil Nazis” during WWII – endlessly promoted and perpetuated by the Jewish-owned mass media, Hollywood and “entertainment” complex, and educational and political establishment is 100% bogus and a colossal LIE in virtually all respects.
I was waiting for a tram in Frankfort like everybody else and a German man started a rant at me in English about US bombing everything in sight to smithereens blah blah. Maybe my haircut gave me away. I kept my mouth shut because I did not need to get into a fight but I wanted so bad to say y’all deserved it for bombing England first. The insanity still persists in the crazy ones. PS: My German Yiddish Grandmother Lilly Schwarz would not agree about the Holocaust neither my Goy Father-in-Law who was at the front at the Battle of the Bulge and who was an MP in Germany after the war and saw a German prison and starving Jewish Prisoners with his own eyes.
The following were all opportunities that I either knew about beforehand, or was made aware of early enough, but failed to trust it and take action, only to see later they were fantastic missed opportunities.
-compound interest benefits of dollar cost averaging deposits into an IRA in my twenties.
-backing up the truck and loading up on silver when spot was $7 / ounce.
-ditto, when one ounce gold coins only cost $400 depreciating $USD
-selling my house in 2007 when Mish was pounding the table on the imminent pop of the bubble, renting an apartment for three years, then buying my house, or a different one in 2010 for a fraction of the sell price in ’07.
-buying Bitcoin when it was in it’s infancy.
-buying pot stocks when the trend for legalization started
-buying stock in Apple, Amazon, Verizon, Netflix, Google, Facebook, et.al EARLY, when the trend was unmistakable.
Disclaimer: I loathe each one, but righteousness gets trumped by investment potential, when trying to secure financial stability independent from government assistance.
But….but if you did any or all of that you would be filthy rich now and probably not HERE so it would all OUR loss. So it is a good thing you (we) are broke, starving and lonely.
If you bought the silver or gold at 7, you’d have had to sell about 1980.
buying my first house in 2009 is the only thing i got correct from pretty much same above list
…although i wish i had bought a different house where the builder was aware of the cumulative effect of rain over time
Hind sight is 20/20 vision. Learn from the past & work on improving the future. Can’t make one thin penny doing the, would of, should of, could of, thing. I wasted to much time doing that in my youth.
I hear ya.
Further…
“Don’t be that guy perpetually stranded on Some Day Isle.”
If you have the will to do something, don’t wait. Begin at once.
Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it.
Our doubts are traitors that make us lose the good we often might have won
by habitually procrastinating, and failing to act.
Sources:
-Dennis Waitley
-Earl Nightengale
Marrying my sexy blond first wife; what a totally awfully destructive bitch she turned into 20 years later when she decided to get a lawyer and divorce me for all she could get and then become a Happy Hooker. She turned my children into liberals, she got my house and car etc, five years of very expensive “child” support, destroyed my heart for years and dreams forever. The most expensive and painful education a common man can receive; no thank you SOB Liberal Feminist Communist Society, take the Booster eat shit & die all of you liberal MFers & go to Hell the sooner the better.
Sounds like you went through Harris County Family Court.
Where is that? It was Grady County Georgia in 1989; they were very wife/mother gets it all; it could have been much worse but she had caught a Trichomic VD while I was in Albany teaching, mistook it for a yeast infection, gave it to me, had to see a Doctor; she tried to blame me but the timing made that impossible so she couldn’t get $500/mo alimony because I could prove she was already a slut and she didn’t want that made pubic.
I searched Al Gore’s Internet for Harris County. I’m thinking he is referring to Harris County , Texas, Houston , Tx. but there is a Harris County , Georgia. I didn’t notice any other Harris. lol
Got so many I can’t even recount them all, it would be a thick book. Well, here’s one –
In ’77 got an immaculate ’69 Boss 429 for practically nothing. Power nothing except to the drive train. Sold it because the ex couldn’t even pull it out of the driveway. Shoulda kept it and not that cheating evil bitch that pulled an rhs jr on me, only 7 yrs & not 20.
Oh, yeah… maybe I shouldn’t’ve married her in the first place. Had plenty of warning signs, and the sex was definitely not all that good. And the kid wasn’t even mine, come to find out.
Young and VERY stupid.
There are many things I wish I’d said better, but now that I am wiser and could say it better, I can’t remember what it was I said.
A long talk with Geneva this morning put me in a really philosophical phrame of mind.
If the operation reveals malignancy or something prompting the surgeon (she feels very comfortable with him, she says) to remove part of that frontal lobe where the lime-sized tumor sits, it will require rehabilitation in a skilled nursing facility.
We all know those are the waiting room for death.
I’m praying the tumors started shrinking OR that they turn out to be benign growth causing no harm whatsoever. And that if the surgeon has to operate, it just pops right out without damage to her brain.
And that no matter what, she does not have to die in a nursing home.
Amen.
I would have fought harder to not be forced to take Ritalin, resulting in a drug addiction — through no fault of my own — which lasted into my adult years.
I was 11 when the school I attended told my parents I could not come back there unless I was medicated for hyperactivity; so, I had to be prescribed Ritalin, as that was the panacea for such behavior back in 1980-ish.
I started out only taking 5 mg doses, but soon those did not work, so the doctor upped my dosage to 10 mg. Within a few months the 10’s were not working either, so my dosage went to the highest, 20 mg.
During this time (all of this took place in a the span of a little over a year) I was able to concentrate on my schoolwork, making straight-A’s for the first time ever, but I was also socially withdrawn, could not eat, and lost interest in anything other than taking more Ritalin — which I was now taking whenever I felt like it, not the 2-3x per-day I was prescribed, a fact I hid from the doctor.
When she noticed how thin I had gotten, the doctor sent me into the hospital for tests; I was 12, about 5 feet tall, and weighed 60 pounds.
Naturally, all tests came back negative for any diseases or disorders, which stumped the doctor even more.
It was only when it dawned on her that I had become addicted to Ritalin that she took me off of it. I still to this day remember walking into her office, her eyes full of tears, telling me she was so sorry (as I write this my eyes too are tearing up). I believe she was a good woman, and she sincerely did not intend to do to me what she did; I have forgiven her. (As a happier aside, I saw her many years later, when I was in my 30’s I believe, while out shopping, and she looked startled to see me at first, but then her face lit up and she told me how proud she was to see I had come out okay. I did not tell her about the hell of jails and rehabs I had to endure to get to “okay,” because she looked like a frail old spinster — I do not believe she ever married or had children — and it may have hurt her worse than me if I had.)
This experience completely changed my adult life, and I could do nothing to stop it. I was powerless.
It left me with an absolute distrust of doctors, teachers and most importantly, of pills. If I become ill, I will take vitamins, drink chicken soup, and sometimes if feverish I will take some aspirin — but that is as far as it goes. I will never again be a slave to Big Pharma, who ruined my life before it even got started (but it did at least start eventually).
Oh, and as an added caveat, just to show you how things never change: I learned, in some rehab or other years later, that it is/was considered a misdiagnosis to prescribe Ritalin to children over the age of 5. I would add that it is also a misdiagnosis to let teachers decide if a child has medical issues, though I doubt it has gotten any better throughout the intervening years.
Sorry if I ruined anyone’s day. I only wanted you all to know why I have such reticence and in some cases outright hostility towards these MD’s who are “just doing what they are told” and ruining lives, whether by hook or by crook. Medicine for health has not been practiced in this country since the pharma companies started pumping pills… some on innocent children. My distrust of modern medicine has only been exacerbated with the events of the past two years (and counting).
Thx C_O
I worked as a councilor at a treatment center in Prince George for a few years. First thing we did there was meet the doctor and get kids off ritalin. Replaced the nasties with high energy activities and good food… Solved a LOT of problems…
I for one am on the same page as you about the medical community, for personal reasons and seeing what I saw done to kids. Thx for speaking up…
Yes. Good food is the key. We would serve food before cake and soda at our kid’s parties, and the kids were always super calm, and they hardly touched the cake as they were already full.
Keep writing here Captain. I, for one, find wisdom in what you have to say.
I appreciate that Ben.
I always liked the saying, “Intelligence is what you have been taught; wisdom is what you have learned.”
I would rather be wise than intelligent.
I believe the saying is “smart but not wise”. Everyone is sooooo smart these days but not so wise.
I’ve seen your story happen to too many kids. Mostly to boys (although it happens to girls too). We’re not giving active boys the proper outlets. IMO…this is all part of the war on masculinity.
True stories always touch my heart. Thank you. May the blessings of God be with you always.
that hellish story only makes me appreciate my parents even more than i already do. if i see as much as i see it’s in large part because they gave me a good head start on not trusting the enemy. Back in elementary school at some point the school admin also ‘suggested’ i be put on ritalin, as you say, in the early 80s it was all the rage. well my parents would have none of it. they’d sooner pull me from the school than see me drugged up. they stood their ground, intelligently, and we never heard anything about that again, and i remained un-poisoned. still i must have absorbed some of the distrust of the drug-pushing ‘medical’ industry as i basically have never gone to a doctor for anything and dont ever intend to. i wont even take an aspirin, nothing from the drug industry. kudos to you for putting your life back together after the monsters tore it apart, stay strong!
Used think I would change some things in my past but these days I KNOW that those choices made me who I am today. Without the bad I would not appreciate the good. Besides live is not all bad and beats the alternative
I would have not got in line at University to study Geology.
I tried to avoid it completely but at the “school of mines” in 1981, it was required. I got a C-.
Although high school was good to me as far as girls are concerned, I wish I had imbibed much more. I can still see all the girls that I had a chance to give some sugar to but didn’t.
Thought about this for a while. No major regrets. Of course, I could come up with a bunch of minor regrets. There is still time. I think I need to go make a few.
“Honestly”, on the “regrets”, probably my worst would be having spent 2007-2016 wasting much time arguing politics in political forums and blogs. Neither I nor “them” solved a damn thing!
I don’t regret though the time spent promoting Ron Paul and Debra Medina and I might add , door to door, having hooked up with local support groups. Story…knocked on a door one day and a lady answered. Introduced myself and told her I was campaigning locally for Debra Medina for Texas Governor. Lady asked if Debra was a “democrat”. No mam, she’s….door slams before I could say, about Liberty. ☹️
That’s easy.
I wish I had wasted much less time yipping it up in the ’60s; screwing around with drugs, sex & rock ‘n roll; playing too much snooker and spending far too much time in the pub with my mates playing ‘Spoof’ for a round of drinks (too many times during the evening); losing the little money I had each week playing 3-card Brag until the early hours, and losing whole weekends in a haze of drunken euphoria, all because I believed that the next week we were all gonna die when the mushroom clouds descend from the sky and my future would be no more.
In other words, for 7 years I should have spent much less time naively believing the government’s narrative of the day and attended to the responsible task of getting a ‘good’ job, finding the ‘ideal woman with whom to have the ideal babies, becoming the model citizen that my loving parents dreamed of and justifying their none-too-small sacrifice of giving me the best education their money could buy.
But, fuck that, it was a bloody good time all round and no regrets, but which I now secretly wish, in retrospect, that I could turn the clock back and do it all over again!
Watched the vid. I find it ironic as fuck that these people have become the most conformist, dogmatic and oppressing of any generation in my experience.
Yes, they are the new Global Young Leaders out in place ready for The New World Order because they are malleable and spineless:
https://www.informedchoiceaustralia.com/post/wef-and-their-young-global-leaders-program
Examples such as Justin Trudeau – they goose-step to the commands of Klaus Schwab and his cabal of robber barons.
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/he-sounds-hitler-bill-maher-blasts-trudeau-over-do-we-tolerateunacceptable-views-comments
The British Invasion.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Invasion
I was 13 years old in ’66 when my folks bought my very own AM/FM “table top” radio for the birthday. I still have it and it works, somewhat.
In the Fort Worth , Tx area we had a couple or three AM stations that played 60’s stuff, anything from the Supremes to the Animals. To this day I don’t have a problem with some Eric Burdon tunes when he was with the Animals.
I remember the Beatles first appearance on Ed Sullivan. Girls in the audience were screaming their heads off. I was never a big Beatles fan. But that was what was played often on AM radio. Revolution 9 was rather bizarre. I don’t recall that being played on AM radio in Forth Worth, Tx . Friends had begun buying Beatles albums so I remember that “song”.
For me in the ’60’s it was the three “major” sports, football, basketball and baseball. I continued football in High School and joined the Rodeo Club. Bull riding was my “specialty”. I was not “lanky” enough to stay on those dang bulls to the buzzer. My last attempt I landed right on my tail bone. I thought I was not going to get up, never being hurt like that playing football.
The girls seemed to like boys with “long hair” so I tried that. God did not bless me with long hair, more like no hair, so I gave it up. My hair would “flip” up when it got down to collar length. Justnot in the cards.
Ah Yes, The Animals – now these a group worth holding on to. WE were raging fans back then:
I nearly went to Nam – I was ready to kill Reds – big time – but God intervened and I survived to fight another day – like today following several near-death experiences when my guardian angel was always there to pull me out without nary a scratch.
Guardian angels are always working behind the scenes in your life to protect you from evil. They may engage in spiritual warfare with fallen angels who intend to harm you, working to prevent evil plans from becoming reality in your life.
I would never have sold my red ’67 Corvette convertible.
Well I’ve lived long enough to survive and recover from the mistakes of my youth. Done a lot of things right and a lot of things wrong. Most of my regrets revolved around fear of one sort or another–fear of mortality, fear of poverty, fear of failure, fear of non-acceptance, etc. I regret not becoming a sold out Christian earlier in life, but even that’s no guarantee of a better outcome–Jesus said “In this world you will have trouble”
Would’ve gone into medicine, but hoped I would’ve kept my conscience. Then again, I can always talk about investing in certain stocks, avoiding investing myself into certain friendships/dating relationships. I can also talk about managing my time more efficiently and wisely.
If I could inculcate into my kids’ brains how age brings a measure of wisdom the young lack due to inexperience and that however much time seems endless when one is young… and if I could convince my kids to be as prudent and sensible with the use of their time and resources even from their early teens… I would hope I could vicariously live through their successes what I wish I had lived in my own life.
Nothing. No regrets. The good, bad, and horrid happened in their perfect times. Boring AF, I know.
If I had done anything different, I wouldn’t be here today.
Or…maybe you would, but in the form of an angry leftist. Perish that thought. *shivers*
Wow, reading all of the comments made me realize that some of you have really had it rough. Hosed by ex wives, cuckoo children, drug addictions and lost Corvettes.
I just wanted to thank some of you for being so honest here. That must not have been very easy.
Ah, so many mistakes.
Since we learn from them, undoing one would also deprive me of the lesson it taught. That might turn out to be a big mistake..
No, I’ll keep mine, thanks. They’re what makes me Me.
When I was moving one time back in the early 2000s, I did something pretty stupid. I got rid of all my vinyl albums that I began collecting back in the 1970s. At the time I was just so enthralled with the ease and portability of MP3’s, downloading free music from sharing sites and such, I guess I was just thinking out with the old and in with the new. After all, I had a decent selection of CDs and could even burn my own CDs by then, so what did I need those old vinyl albums for anyway? Wrong. I realize now I gave away a fair amount of historical nostalgia and memories. They were like my oldest musical friends – it was my own personal collection and I made it all go “poof”.
The best thing about vinyl are the memories embedded in the scratches..
Gives the song a depth and texture that can’t be found in the sterility of a CD.
Yep.
I have several hundred albums.. One of them, one of my favourites, is Def Leppard, Pyromania.
1983… it was quite the year!
First song Side two
starts with a tick
When crackles stop
the song begins.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8puU4ru45M0
Once remembered being really pissed off when I scratched that record.
Probably even regretted it later, now I embrace the song because that song’s better.
Also 1983. And now all those albums are gone baby gone. What sucks is that I still have a Kenwood system in use with a turntable. I don’t know what the heck I was thinking. Oops.
That cover is iconic 1983…
I had that album too!
That one is gone now
Stolen or lent to who knows who….