The Effort for the Real

Growing up in the United States in the 60’s was in a word, enchanting. Looking around, observing what kids now and even from the 90’s and thereafter have been raised on, it’s the difference between night and day.

You’ve seen references to these times – no cell phones, no computers, no video games.  You didn’t need any of them.  You jetted out of the house early for the long, hot summer day ahead to play, to find innocent mischief, to laugh, to engage, to be a part of life with your friends.

You may have dropped back in around the house at noon for food but more than likely you weren’t back until dinner time.  Where were you all this time?   Anywhere and everywhere.  At the next door neighbors house or maybe down the block, maybe up at the park or at the school yard concocting games, building tents in backyards, shooting basketball – anywhere and everywhere. You weren’t connected with a tether of overwhelming concern by helicopter parents as to your whereabouts or what you were doing.  You were trusted.  And society was trusted that you would be kept safe.  And for the most part, you were.

driveinHelping your mates build a go-cart from an old, barely-working lawn mower engine: swimming lessons at the neighborhood pool: water balloon fights, Drive-in movies – there was always something to do.  For the more agrarian types, there was the botanic society where you were given a small plot to plant what you may.   You worked it, you tended it, you weeded it, you watered it and right before school started in September, you were rewarded with your little gardens bounty.

 

Summer afternoons in the heat – not a care in the world.  How could there be – you were with your friends, listening to innocent but hip tunes such as the following ,”blaring” from someone’s transistor radio ~

Here Comes My Baby- The Tremeloes- 1967

As a young teenager, you discovered, by your own simple observation, the wonderful differences between boys and girls.  You had no idea of the delightfulness of the opposite sex until puberty set in, since you hadn’t been schooled by over zealous sexual education “sexperts” back when you 7 or 8 years old.  You romanticized the differences.  Sometimes they were unrealistic, sometimes not.  You came to gradually get it all.  Understanding of those differences came naturally – it came through natural interactions, teenage talk and maybe a few parental words of wisdom.

Babysitting jobs, caddie jobs at the local golf course, busboy jobs, clean-up work at the local pool – there were jobs there if one wanted one…and it was enough.   We didn’t pester our parents for more because we were happy with what we had.  And what we had was interaction with our friends.  We were let lose to explore and trusted that we wouldn’t kill ourselves in the process…and we didn’t.

We’d come home for dinner, and then immediately be back outside for a late evening game of  “ditch-em” which was basically just “hide’n seek” done by teams.  One half of the block against the other half of the block.  “Home base” was in the front yard of a home in the middle of the block.  We’d be out there until dark.   Then one by one you’d hear the shouting from Mom’s to come home.  And tomorrow, well, tomorrow you would do it all over again.  The one constant was that you were engaged with people.  You had conversations, you had disagreements and fights.  You learned how to deal with different people, face-to-face, you learned of and respected the differences in people.

And now – it’s a sad, maddening world.   The 60’s generation grew up.  They protested, they joined the cause, they advanced ideas that led to the next generation to regress further, birthing milennials who, for the most part, struggle mightily with the modern day garbage.  What they are chastised for certainly isn’t entirely their fault.  Look what they were raised on.  Bad music for the most part, mind-numbing TV, insipid movies, with parents protecting from them from getting their hands dirty with real life.  This, along with a culture that has fostered the “snowflake” mentality that they have been saturated with, has left many of them with a “resentment for the burden of being”, as Jordan Peterson talks about in the YouTube segment at the end of this dispatch.

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Our education system has left most clueless.   Ask anyone under the age of 30 who Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn was and more than likely you’ll get a blank stare.   Ethics, Logic – courses that were required years ago – a thing of the past.  In it’s place…memorizing garbage that educators deemed essential to be memorized, which in the development of the human mind and soul is nothing more than garbage.

Permanent warfare, a manipulative media, a global surveillance state, a phone in every hand with the head buried in it, assessing the latest silliness to dull the mind even further – such it is now  – such is the current age.

Basic rights, free speech, common sense – attacked daily with the arrival of Social Justice Warriors (SJW’s) and demands for (THEIR) appropriate and accepted speech and actions –  (gender pronouns), bathrooms open to all, and everything, and we mean EVERYTHING, being open to interpretation, their interpretation that is .  “Truth” has been reduced to whatever is decided by self-proclaimed angelic swami’s at any particular moment of time.

“Thus it is that no cruelty whatsoever passes by without impact. Thus it is that we always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn ― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956

Pandora’s box has been opened, never to be closed it seems.  The quick and the cheap is all we’re after. The effort for the real seems to be too much trouble. Those interested in real conversations are few and far between.  It’s a screaming match of what’s real and what’s fake – all determined by someone, somewhere – keeping the masses dumb-downed, all in a tizzy about nonsense which keeps us from delving deeper for the truth. In other words, making the world so politically correct that there is no acceptance of the real because what is “real” has been determined to be invalid by the angelic swamis.  We are on our way to the ash heap and very few seem to give a damn.

“The men the American people admire most extravagantly are the most daring liars; the men they detest most violently are those who try to tell them the truth.”
― H.L. Mencken

Yet their is always hope.   Maybe the Millennial generation can at least start the trend to reverse some of this madness.   There is always hope.

“Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try”  ~ John F. Kennedy

For a an extremely thoughtful and thought-provoking conversation on all this, consider catching at least some or all of the following:

Joe Rogan Experience #877 – Jordan Peterson

Photo Credit Drive-In: By Tsotrip (Own work (Original text: self-made)) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Remaining Photo Credits:  Unsplash.com/@cristinagottardi



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4 replies

  1. Decker, I was a little older during the 60’s. The early years were kind soft, mellow and fuzzy. But as I have told numerous young people the late 60’s were exciting but very chaotic. The free love movement and the rise of the drug culture sounds very cool but in reality it was messy , dirty violent and ugly.
    The kids today will not have a chance to learn how to navigate this kind of world. b

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  2. Decker,

    I didn’t make it into the world until the early 1980’s so I can relate to the part where you talk about how kids of that time enjoyed life outside and how they played games (games I played with friends: football, basketball or red light, green light, etc.) with friends within the neighborhood and maybe getting into some mischief because it was fun learning new things with people of the same age. Nowadays, most people are stuck looking into a computer, phone, tv, tablet, gaming console to entertain themselves.

    E.

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    • Thank you for the reply, Eliza. Couldn’t agree more…these days it’s mostly all electronic to console or entertain…taking away or at least, inhibiting our imagination and thought. Thank you for dropping by the site. Cheers!

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