One of my liberal nieces made the mistake of telling my grandmother “the truth” about the great depression today with the greedy bankers stealing all the farms and leaving people destitute.
My grandmother read her the riot act starting with the fact that “the great depression” wasn’t even a term that was used till well afterward. She said that most rural people didn’t lose their farms unless they lived beyond their means and tried to live on credit that they couldn’t pay off. She pointed out that there were no grocery stores so almost all their food was grown or bought from other local farmers. She told my niece, “You kids can’t last 10 minutes without a cell signal. A few hours of radio per day was all the luxury they saw in our lives”.
She basically told my niece that she had better buck up and learn to cope or her life was going to be getting a whole lot worse in the near future and the greed that most of society seems to expect was going to crush them.
It made me proud that I was one of the few who grew up with daily contact with her and my great grandmother who taught me to accept what I have and not expect more. It made me into much sterner stuff.
I hear you loud and clear. I'm just going to say from my perspective it's a damn' shame that my generation (I'm 50) has sat on our collective asses and done NOTHING to prevent what's happening to our country.
Voting? Please. Voting's for losers. The WINNERS are the ones who count the ballots!
I see very little - if any - difference between the R's and D's anymore - and haven't for years. They all wink and nod at each other once they're off-camera. They know how the game is played - they keep their power and that's how they like it. Every once in awhile the deck chairs get shuffled and someone new is in the White House (or Senate, or House) but the game never changes.
I've been quietly hoping since I was in my early 30's that the war to take our country back would happen BEFORE my kids had to fight it. I've been watching, waiting, patiently. Almost 20 years have now passed. My oldest son is 16. My youngest is 14. Both know how to shoot (and not just on their video game consoles.)
Not that I've been "itching for the fight" but I at least wanted it to happen at a time when I would be the one to fight it and not my children!
Almost 20 years have gone by. I'm 50. I've had 4 major back surgeries. I can't physically run. Most days I'm lucky to be standing vertically and walking. If the fight comes now, so be it. As long as I can get my sons and family to safety first, I don't really give a damn' what happens to me. I'm the guy who doesn't have a choice but to stand and fight at this point.
Again, I'm not "itching for the fight" but if it comes - bring it on. I'm ready.