It's only going to get worse.

1957 Fonzie uses excessive "hair product" to slick back
his hair, dresses in leather, hangs around juke boxes and
enters dance contests. He is seen as manly and cool.

2007 Fonzie is ridiculed as being gay, or at least metrosexual.
Fonzie gets pissed and walks into Arnolds' and shoots everyone dead.

Didn't he play some weird guy in the Waterboy? When Red took the playbook he dressed in high heels and talked in the phone to his grandma, but the phone line was cut off the actual phone. Man do I live that movie!

"Mama, I like Vicky Valencourt, and she likes me too, and she let me see her boobies!"

"Now that's some high quality H2O!"

"Water sucks it really really sucks!" "H2O!"

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To Do It and Fail, Is Better Then To Never Try! Russell Swan-Survivor Samoa

Jack, Johnny, Mark, Jeffery and Billy sound like a bunch of damn troublemakers to me. lol

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The only way to bring about change is to actively strive to achieve it. - (7-24-09, Witchofthedogs)

This is a really sad picture of what has become of childhood. Under the guise of protecting children, society has hyped up the perception of danger to impose these dramatic overreactive policies. I often carried a knife to school. no big deal. And short of extreme physical violence, the police were an absolute last resort. Faculty dealt with the problem & it was over. No one got a juvenile record, counseling or Ritalin prescription. It amazes me that the late boomer people I grew up & went to school with have become the worst type of coddling, pampering, paranoid helicopter parents. I believe that is the group driving these extreme changes. I also blame the internet, which brings out the freakazoids from the woodwork and into direct contact with impressionable kids. Protect kids, sure, let's not overdo it. I would add that that list easily could have been 1977 vs 2007.

It was defenitely a difference time. I can remember my brother and I riding the train to NC after shool was out to visit the grand parents for much of the summer, both with rifle in hand.

Bolded text in quote is quite true. I wonder what happened? What will in be like in the future?

The future. I stopped thinking about that years ago. I was on quite a few forums and in numerous online and offline associations for Freedom. I was a writer. I was a voice. And I was angry. And I was terrified. Angry about the way things are, terrified about the way things were going to be. I was a very loud voice, I was a recruiter for the Cause.

Then something happened, or rather, a few somethings, in my personal life, which took precedence over everything I was trying to accomplish. These things were so large, that in the grand scheme of things, I began to feel very small. I lost my voice, I lost my ability to write, I lost my confidence, but the absolute worst of all, I lost my anger.

One thing I cannot bring myself to be, until I get angry again, is one of those people I used to loathe, one of those people who would lead me to bang out page after page of an article or letter, the people who fueled me to to change minds and make a difference. A bystander. Someone who merely complains and worries, but won't take the effort to do anything else. Won't take time to write a Representative, or join a group of like-minds working towards a cure for the problem, or write articles, or sign petitions, or do any one of a hundred things they could be doing instead. I refuse, I will not be a bystander. What I am is just as bad, but, at least there's that.

I'm coming back. It's a slow process, but I do feel that spark now and then. I try and fight small Causes now, I'm not quite strong enough to look at the Big Picture yet, I'm not ready. One day, if I'm not angry yet, I will force myself to become so, because I can't live the rest of my life as a Sheeple, just accepting everything that comes my way. I have to be able to look back, when nothings changed, and know at least I tried, or when change has come, and know I was a part of making it happen.

There. Justa little insight on why sometimes I use humor or saracsm on various issues. I'm really not that much of an uncaring smart-ass. Not really.

Hang out with me for a day Decent, I'll get you angry again.

Fixed, lol