You can add me. When I listen to Siriusly Sinatra radio I feel like it’s the 50s again and the music was sweet and the families were solid.
I miss an America where people knew how to use apostrophe’s.
I miss men wearing hats and tipping them to the ladies.
I miss women wearing dresses everywhere.
I miss children being respectful of their elders.
I miss music the made sense and spoke of love, both found and lost.
I miss cities that were safe.
I miss streets that were clean.
I miss buildings and overpasses that did not have graffiti scrawled all over them.
I miss language that was clean and not profane.
I miss people getting dressed up to go shopping downtown.
I miss America...........
I just miss America.
This grotesque nightmare that has replaced it, this sick Homo-America... awash in corrupt, one-party statism and endless cultural depravity, is something that makes me want to vomit.
I just miss America when it was free.
I like to make playlists on YouTube of commercials, and shows from the 70s-80s and fall asleep in a sane mood watching that on my TV rather than the 99% of crap that reminds me how pathetic today’s America is.
If you want to weep watch some of those 1940s & 50s movies from TMC.....that world is gone.
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“America is great because America is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.”
Alexis De Tocqueville
We’re falling fast.
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Now in this upside-down world, smoking is now considered an act of evil and tobacco companies are Lucifer personified. Yet, sodomite marriage is now the norm and those who oppose such depravity are vilified.
In terms of American culture, I miss the era when what was then known as "race music" was pleasing and easy on the ears. Artists such as Nat King Cole, The Ink Spots and The Platters were among those I recall fondly. I'm over 70 and can't stand the loud, obnoxious, offensive, abrasive noise that passes as "music" from Holder's people nowadays.
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*h/t stevie*
From Franklin's statement to the Constitutional Convention 2 June 1787.
I’m a Preservative
welcome to the family
“So you miss Jim Crow and lynchings and women dying from back alley abortions and dogs attacking peaceful protestors...an an an...” quote from any leftist prog...[spit]
No I do not miss any of those things. I do miss the promise that was made between America and me: work and do your best for me and I will work and do my best for you.
There was a contract between us and the government...between employer and employee and between community and individual. it WORKED for the majority, not everyone but for the majority.
There was something called shame and kept behavior in check. We didn’t give graphic winks nods and overt acts saying your perverse ways are ok. There was a RESPECT for God even if you did not believe. Yes, there were out of wedlock births but they were roundly condemned and there were so many fewer of them because of the condemnation.
Much of that America was stolen from us forcefully by judges making stuff up and smarmy whining leftists who now insult us with impunity.
And all we can seem to do is write wistfully of our beloved country’s passing. Because we all have too much to lose to stand up and begin the work that has to occur by the rending of the remaining bonds, to forge a restoration of our founding documents. To recognize that if we can’t go back...we go another way.
I am not young anymore...but I do NOT go quietly. Because I believe in the promises that were made and that we ARE the shining city on the hill.
Umm - Not sure that little slice of America ever existed. School lunches have been lousy forever. Generally agree with the rest of the article.
I could go on for hours...
At 52, I’m old enough to remember - and dearly miss - my WWII father’s generation and their FIERCE Americanism, devotion, loyalty and Patriotism, and yes American Nationalism.
Our Country, First, Foremost, and always... I miss my Pacific Marine uncles coming over to drink, laugh and argue with my Army Airborne old man, while my mother and my aunts made the barbecue in the yard...
I miss my old neighborhood, with 1950s and 1960s vintage Chevies, Fords, Dodges, PLymouths, and American Motors cars parked on street, and the whole neighborhood turned out when Mr. Bannon got a brand new 1968 Chrysler, beaming with pride at his new car.
I miss Fourth of July, where we blocked off both ends of our street and brought out folding picnic tables and charcoal kettle grills to the pavement, and all the moms cooked all morning, and the dad brought out cold beer and traded war stories from Korea and World War II, and argued about how badly the Phillies sucked or the Eagles, and we all - all of us - waited for the nighttime because the fireworks were coming - they weren’t Illegal to own - and the local neighborhood put their OWN fireworks display on at the local high school athletic field...
We RAN to the field, and sat in the grass as twilight turned dark, and the National Anthem came over the PA system... we’d stand up and put hand over heart, and sing... then the first streaking rocket would go off as the Anthem ended... watching star bursts and pinwheels, and rockets red glare, and we thought to ourselves how we wished those moments would never, ever end, eating Hot Dogs, Popsicles, TastyKakes, and ice cream with REAL transfat and drinking Coke from paper cups...
And when the finale came, and the thunderclaps of the air bursts over head were over, we sang God Bless America at the top of our lungs to end the evening, and clapped and cheered at the end of it all... at the sheer WONDER of it all.
I miss knowing every face on my block, every grumpy old guy and sweet old lady... and cutting their lawns for 1 dollar every summer, and shoveling their pavement in winter for 1 dollar as well.
I miss the fire hydrant in the summer, with the sprinkler attachment, which we’d always take off and hide, so we could blast ourselves across the street with the spray... and the cops would come and yell at us to put the sprinkler back on... and we’d take it off again... Folks would drive their cars up and we’d spray them... it was a cheap car wash, after all...
I miss my neighbors’ faces... I miss going over their houses, and the aroma of dinners being cooked - Irish, Italian, Polish, German, Ukrainian, Spanish cooking... and mothers calling out the front door for us to come home to eat from wherever we were... We didn’t have cell phones, and we somehow always seemed to be able to hear Mom calling us.
I miss “The Three Stooges” on the local UHF station at 4 o’clock every day, RACING home from grade school to watch them, and NO ONE thought they were too violent or harmful... same with Bugs Bunny and Looney Tunes...
I miss the neighborhood beat cop who walked our streets with his nightstick, an Irish guy, who knew EVERY kid by name, and every family, and never had his gun showing, and he always stopped to talk to my paralyzed old man. He was a good guy, and we never DREAMED of calling him a jackbooted thug or pig or anything else, because he was one of US...
I miss the church bells every Sunday morning, from a half-dozen churches within walking distance of my row home - Catholic, Lutheran, Presbyterian - and they were filled with my neighbors.
I miss the Jewish synagogue that was across the street from my Church; it was always filled on Saturdays, and the rabbi there knew all of us as well, and always took time to speak with us and inquire how our families were.
We spoke the same language, worshiped God, shared the same history, the same culture, and loved the same Country, and seeing someone cutting off heads in the Name of Allah was so far out of the realm of real... sort of like the thought of anyone diving airplanes into the World Trade Center...
I miss all of it... it wasn’t “Mayberry RFD”... it WAS America, and it was good and beautiful, and decent...it was place to run to for all of us.
And somewhere along the way, somebody let it all turn to crap.
I miss it so much it breaks the heart...
RE: I miss America when it was Decent and Good
What period of America’s history was that?