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ORIGINAL: HipPoindexter

Also entertaining to read British Parliamentary debates circa 1775-76 complaining about what a lazy, entitled, spoiled rotten group of upstarts the goddamn colonists were. :D

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ORIGINAL: HipPoindexter

I was a young fogey. At age 12, my hero was Alex P Keaton. I wore sweater vests. I had my own subscription (well my grandfather paid for it) to the National Review and I diligently read the editorials William F. Buckley Jr. wrote--in hindsight so polysyllabic and so vacuous. I read the classics. I muttered about the decline of the west and how the world was going right to hell because of loose morals and the decline in family values. My father, to his credit, snickered at me.

One day he showed me some essays by long dead Englishmen (the Oxbridge dudes, the ones who always went by three initials and some blueblood surname) about the decline in values and the unwillingness of the young to seize the bull by the horns and get their hands dirty and all that rot. He told me about his grandfather's complaints about his father's generation (the omg Greatest Generation). After that, I became intensely aware of old editorials/essays/television shows/etc about how the world was going right to hell. It became clear that the world had been Going Straight to Hell since the first Greek complained that his contemporaries were men made of bronze instead of the men made of gold of the Golden Age.

So I guess I'm wondering: Do you really think the world is getting worse and the kids today are Out of Control? Do you remember when the old timers were shaking their heads and talking the same shit about you?

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ORIGINAL: windchymes

I remember how I used to complain about my mother-in-law and the way she held my babies, the silly way she burped them, what a know-it-all she thought she was, and dammit, she keeps scraping my teflon pots and pans with metal utensils!!!!! I realize now what a good person she was, and now that I find myself the mother-in-law of two, do you know those little bitches have the nerve to complain about me to MY SON via TEXT MESSAGE, while he's SITTING RIGHT IN THE ROOM!!! I swear, this world is going to hell in a handbasket!

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ORIGINAL: MalcolmNathaniel

“Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise; they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company; gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers.”
- Socrates

More than 2400 years ago.

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ORIGINAL: HipPoindexter

I was a young fogey. At age 12, my hero was Alex P Keaton. I wore sweater vests. I had my own subscription (well my grandfather paid for it) to the National Review and I diligently read the editorials William F. Buckley Jr. wrote--in hindsight so polysyllabic and so vacuous. I read the classics. I muttered about the decline of the west and how the world was going right to hell because of loose morals and the decline in family values. My father, to his credit, snickered at me.

One day he showed me some essays by long dead Englishmen (the Oxbridge dudes, the ones who always went by three initials and some blueblood surname) about the decline in values and the unwillingness of the young to seize the bull by the horns and get their hands dirty and all that rot. He told me about his grandfather's complaints about his father's generation (the omg Greatest Generation). After that, I became intensely aware of old editorials/essays/television shows/etc about how the world was going right to hell. It became clear that the world had been Going Straight to Hell since the first Greek complained that his contemporaries were men made of bronze instead of the men made of gold of the Golden Age.

So I guess I'm wondering: Do you really think the world is getting worse and the kids today are Out of Control? Do you remember when the old timers were shaking their heads and talking the same shit about you?

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ORIGINAL: LookieNoNookie

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ORIGINAL: HipPoindexter

I was a young fogey. At age 12, my hero was Alex P Keaton. I wore sweater vests. I had my own subscription (well my grandfather paid for it) to the National Review and I diligently read the editorials William F. Buckley Jr. wrote--in hindsight so polysyllabic and so vacuous. I read the classics. I muttered about the decline of the west and how the world was going right to hell because of loose morals and the decline in family values. My father, to his credit, snickered at me.

One day he showed me some essays by long dead Englishmen (the Oxbridge dudes, the ones who always went by three initials and some blueblood surname) about the decline in values and the unwillingness of the young to seize the bull by the horns and get their hands dirty and all that rot. He told me about his grandfather's complaints about his father's generation (the omg Greatest Generation). After that, I became intensely aware of old editorials/essays/television shows/etc about how the world was going right to hell. It became clear that the world had been Going Straight to Hell since the first Greek complained that his contemporaries were men made of bronze instead of the men made of gold of the Golden Age.

So I guess I'm wondering: Do you really think the world is getting worse and the kids today are Out of Control? Do you remember when the old timers were shaking their heads and talking the same shit about you?

All that aside, you gotta admit, Arthur Burns was a rock star.

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ORIGINAL: FrostedFlake

Why in My day....


Waitaminute. This IS my day.