Be sure to Click LIKE at the bottom of this article, and share it everywhere!! By Craig Andresen – The National Patriot and Right Side Patriots – Commentary

At the risk of dating myself, and coming across as some old codger…which I am quickly becoming but that’s beside the point…I have decided to point out a few things that today’s whipper-snappers would not believe.

First off…”whipper-snapper” is most definitely something an old codger would say, and not a term I have ever used outside of being snarky, and secondly, “today’s whipper-snappers” would refer to anyone  not old enough to remember the apocalypse that the world prepared for called…Y2k.

I grew up in the 60’s.  A simple time defined by simple common sense. The space race was just getting started, cars were huge…even the small ones, phones were connected to walls by a cord and if you wanted to use one anywhere but in someone’s home, you needed a pocket full of dimes…quarters if you were calling long distance.

The phones that required pocket change were in these glass boxes on street corners that Superman used as a changing room.

Everybody knew that.

In school, we recited the Pledge every morning, and we sang the National Anthem. At Christmas time, we sang Christmas carols…everybody sang Christmas carols, even the Jewish kids and nobody was offended. We learned math the hard way, and without calculators because two things that whipper-snappers have at their disposal today had not yet been invented…pocket calculators, and butt-stupid common core math.

Along with the space race getting started, the cold war was in full effect, and as kids in school, we were taught that in case of a nuclear attack, we should hide under our desks. The idea was that our desks would protect us from the radiation. If only the kids in Hiroshima had known of the protective qualities of a common school desk, what happened in 1945 would have gone by without much notice, and the Second World War would have continued unabated.

I turned 8 years old in 1968 (do the math and not that butt-stupid common core crap and you can figure out just how crusty I am) and not once did I ever climb into a child safety booster seat for a ride in the car. As kids, we sat in the back seat, or stood on it, or we crawled up onto the shelf behind the back seat to annoy the people driving behind us.

While I’m sure it happened, I never actually heard of it happening because nobody I knew, nor that any of my friends knew was ever propelled through the front windshield from their perch on the back shelf during a traffic accident, and despite my own mother’s insistence, no kid ever lost an arm by sticking it out the wide open back window at highway speed…and yes, back then the back windows rolled ALL the way down.

When I was a kid, boys were boys and they knew it. Girls were girls and THEY knew it and the only curiosity boys had regarding what it was like to be a girl was what the inside of the girls bathroom looked like because we weren’t allowed to go in there no matter what.

Television back then only had 4 channels, and if you wanted to watch something else you had to get up, walk over to the TV and turn a dial. TV was also free back then and there were no games to be played on it. If you wanted to play, you went outside unless it was raining or snowing in which case you stayed inside and played with whatever toys you had in a cabinet or a drawer.

We had battery operated toys which was quite to the dismay of our parents and grandparents. Our parents told us that when they were our age, they played with sticks, and our grandparents told us that they planted the trees that the sticks our parents played with came from.

We were taught to look both ways before crossing the street, unlike today’s whipper-snappers who are taught to sue the bejesus out of people that run them over if they don’t look both ways.

It was called “common sense” and pretty much everybody had some.

There were no warning labels on toasters telling idiots not to use them in the bathtub, and nobody needed a warning label to know enough not to stand on the top of a step ladder, and those who pushed that envelop fell off, learned something and didn’t sue the ladder company for their own stupidity.

Were there protests when I was a kid? Of course…people have been standing up to authority since people were invented. How do you think we discovered that apples are good?

The point is…protests back then involved a lot of marching around, plenty of chanting and from time to time…sitting on the floor but if you decided you needed to break stuff, burn stuff and hurt people, you had already decided that you were willing to spend time in jail. You certainly didn’t have the expectation that you would NOT go to jail for burning down somebody’s business…and speaking of expectations…

Nobody, and I mean NOBODY expected to go through their life never being offended, and so what if you were? Suck it up cupcake and get over yourself…it’s a dog eat dog world out there and we’re all wearing Milk-Bone underwear.

Dr. Seuss wasn’t offensive, and neither was “Gone With the Wind.” Mark Twain wasn’t offensive, and neither was Mr. Potato Head. The notion of burning books, or censorship WAS offensive because our parents had just fought a war against the evil that did those things, and social media consisted of writing letters, and posting them required a stroll to the mail box.

We weren’t taught WHAT to think…we were taught HOW to think. We weren’t “cancelled” if we said something somebody else disagreed with, we were ignored, and we sure as hell never dreamed that someday we would all be hoping that lockdowns were lifted by the 4^th of July so that we could celebrate our independence.

When I was a kid, the only time you saw anybody wearing a mask was either on Halloween, in an operating room, or when they were robbing a bank and even in the case of the latter…they weren’t mandated. Some people got sick and then got better. Some people got sick and didn’t get better, after which there was a funeral and everybody who knew that person went to it whether or not they might get sick because it was the right thing to do.

Nobody ever got arrested for going to a formerly sick person’s funeral.

Was racism a problem when I was a kid? Sure…but not for me because I came up with common sense. I judged people not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. That was something I heard a man say on a record my mother used to play from time to time. At that age, I didn’t know who he was, but what he said seemed to make sense. That was a lesson I learned when I was 8 years old, and I have never forgotten it to this day.

I’m sure there were a few racist kids in my school when I was a kid, but I wasn’t friends with them as they seemed to have something wrong with the content of THEIR character.

Look…over the years, from my childhood on, I did lots of things that are scandalous by today’s standards. I rode my bike without a helmet. I drank water from the garden hose and did so without washing my hands. I never wore sunscreen. I practiced sky diving landings as a kid without the use of a parachute…all we had was the second floor window of our neighbor’s garage and a patch of grass.

I ran with scissors.

I played dodge ball, war ball and played baseball with a wooden bat. I went down burning hot stainless steel slides, went warp speed on a metal merry-go-round and hung upside down from the monkey bars.

I climbed rock walls…real rock walls, not those candy-ass indoor climbing walls and I did it without a safety rope. I drank water from streams and even standing water from depressions in boulders without boiling it or using those namby-pamby purification tablets.

My first time in an airplane with a pilot named Mad Marv Helman in a Decathlon stunt plane.

If today’s whipper-snappers even THOUGHT of doing the things I’ve done they would surly end up dead because that’s what they’ve been led to believe throughout their whole lives…but there are some things I never did…

I have never disrespected the police. I have never stuck my finger into a light socket. I never lit my crotch on fire.

Yes…it’s a real thing.

I have never gotten stoned, never tried to ride an animal that wasn’t designed to be ridden, never burned down anybody’s anything and I have never, nor will I ever eat laundry detergent.

I have never done certain things because some government mandated, government issued warning label told me not to…I have never done certain things because from my earliest days, this borderline old codger has been in possession of something that today’s whipper-snappers don’t have and wouldn’t recognize if it snuck up behind them and bit them on the ass.

What was it we used to call it?

Oh yes…

It was called…common sense.

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