Or, how to cow and pussify a nation, and keep it that way.
8 Fun (and Possibly Dangerous) Activities Enjoyed by Past Generations That Today’s Kids Will Never Experience
Children are more coddled and protected than ever in 2019. For kids, it’s oppressive. I know mine listen to my stories of summers full of freedom and independence, running around the neighborhood all day until dark, with wide-eyed envy. These days, kids are hardly free to do anything we could back in generations past.
And yet we marvel in gobsmacked disgust at where in the world such a wretched, emasculated, pitiful twerp as this might possibly have come from:
Somewhere, the Boys of Pointe Du Hoc are weeping. Onwards.
7. Ride in cars without seatbelts
When I was a kid we had a station wagon with blue vinyl bench seats. There were no seatbelts. When we were infants, my mother put us in a laundry basket on the passenger side front seat. When we got bigger, we sat in the back, bouncing around like ping pong balls. We survived several accidents like this. I don’t know how. I vividly remember my face smashing into the back of the bench seat in the front on a few occasions when my mother stopped short, and one scary black ice scenario where we all felt like we had crushed ribs from being flung against one another too hard. While it’s not recommended, there was a freedom and joy about driving that we don’t have anymore in our boosters and five-point harnesses. Gone is the joy of climbing into the back of the station wagon to play cards with your sister on sleeping bags or waving endlessly at the poor guy behind you. Gone is the ability for kids to get comfy and take a good nap on the floor stacked with pillows. It makes me sad that on a twenty-hour car trip my kids are locked into seats with bad neck support, getting numb legs. And while we all know seatbelts are better, and I wouldn’t take my kids out of them, I still wish they could experience a cross-country trip like we did. It might have been stupid and dangerous, but it was a hell of a lot of fun.
It wasn’t all that stupid, and it wasn’t all that dangerous either. Otherwise, how could so very many of us—the OVERWHELMING majority, actually—possibly have survived to adulthood? Megan, I love ya and all, but you’re betraying the lasting effectiveness of your own lifelong obedience training by asserting that it was. Yeah, yeah, the world has changed, technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, all that jazz; I get that, I really do, and I acknowledge that a great many of those societal shifts have been for the better.
But still: allowing ourselves to be panicked into general stampede by the Nanny State’s distressing tales of fatal risk besetting us at every single turn is how we got ourselves herded into the collectivist corral in the first damned place. Don’t think for a minute that it wasn’t on purpose, either. It always sickens me to hear otherwise intelligent, perceptive people say things like this in blithe acceptance of the cultural conditions imposed on us by the nefarious Progtards, as if there was no sensible alternative but to accept their premises without demur.
There are seven more of these, and all in all it’s a sad thing to read for an old fart like me.