Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
Man, I was raised in the generation of no harm no foul, if its a bruise its cool, if its a cut girls loved it by wouldn't admit it. Where your dad taught you how to defend yourself, where you didn't wear bike helmets or wrap your kids in bubble wrap. Where a cast was a right of passage and a black eye was absolutely awesome.
Where you didn't swarm during a scrap, and kicking your opponent when he was down was the act of a sissy girl fighter.
I was raised in a generation where your parents didn't give you a ride to school unless there was a damn good reason, where whether it was 30 above or 30 below you walked to the damn bus, usually when it was dark and you used back alley's as a short cut. And you never ever held your parents hands when you crossed the streets, every kid had a folding knife, and you warned your buddy that it was going to hurt when you shot him with a bb or pellet gun.
We weren't precious, or honey or baby, we were hey you, and sit down and shut up or better yet ssssssh the adults are talking now.
When the age of 18 is when you were free whether you moved out or went away to university, and if you were going to stay home you paid rent and laundry service.
I was raised in a generation where you got a swat on the butt if you acted up, bad grades meant a major grounding and a act of disrespect got you hauled behind the hypothetical woodshed for a wailing.
We weren't our parents best friends in the whole wide world, they were the law and we existed at their suffereage, but no matter how bad times were, we always had clothes, good food, and the other necessitates.
Where we ran out the door in the summer and it wasn't "Call me pokey" or "Don't leave my sight" but "Be home when the sun comes down"
We had a social structure, we didn't beat up younger kids, and nerds were a target for a swirly or a red belly.
Our society is going through a period of softening, and it won't be long until our leaders are whimps, mamma's boys and sissy's that need their blankey.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the gym, followed by a meal of some meat product with even more meat product on the side and a beer with a milk chaser.
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