We of a certain age must own this generation and their child-like compliance to the way things are. We conceived them, we raised them, and we spoiled them. We clearly didn't do a very good job. It really is our fault. Not the younger ones that refuse to grow up and take on the responsibilities of life as so many of us had to do at an early age. We saw a time when things weren't so great. We vowed that our children would not have to experience the pains that we did. Not reflecting on the fact that those very experiences, those hard times that shaped us, were necessary to produce the decent people that we are. Our intentions were good. Our heart was in the right place. But what we produced was generally speaking, a weak-willed irresponsible generation, totally dependent on authority. The authority of that babysitter that we left them with...the media. That media raised them when we were at work...so these children that we bore know only to return to it in adulthood. They literally know nothing else. To we that had these children, TV was just an entertainment. To them it is the world.
Now things still aren't so great, but our mistaken rearing techniques are the cause of most of the troubles.
I have an intelligent friend that sees me as a kind of wacko. Someone not to be taken too seriously. I tell this person things, and they go "uh-huh"...as you would to a child that tells you of the boogey-man in the closet. But the same information that I give them which they take with a grain of salt, when heard on their TV or read in their paper, all-of-a-sudden becomes fact. That amazes me. Time and time again, I am "proven" to be correct about some thing or another, and yet they refuse to believe it from my lips. It must be read to them a few days later by some bleach-blond that routinely forgets into which end of her shoes to put her toes. And that is what I am talking about. This information is at my friend's fingertips, and yet they prefer that some pixilated bimbo give them the version to believe.
That blond and the company which pimps her have become "Mommy". No child fears much else than a spanking from her...be it an item like... "A Denver man that refused to pay a speeding ticket, was found to have antisemitic website links on his home computer". Or... "Palestinian terrorists launched six more missiles into a sparsely populated area of Israel this week...thankfully there were no injuries". It's all the same. Fear, hatred and lies to produce the same in the viewer's childish mind.
We did this. We handed these animals our children's minds.
So with all the fear-mongering that Mommy cranks out of that box of hers...it isn't any wonder that I get so many "anonymous" readers. I get it. You are afraid. On one front or another, you are afraid that Mommy will spank. You have seen the red faces and red butts of those that crossed her and you don't want to join them. But does it hurt that much?
A wise-guy once told me when I was oh...twenty-something. ."growing up doesn't hurt". Well, I took that as any twenty-something might...as an insult. But he was right. It was time to get a spine and take responsibility for my own actions. And I have since then. They know who I am, and where I live. NOT growing up can hurt much more.
In this sense, and not one of condoning any type of warfare, I think a few of us should read "The Red Badge Of Courage" again. That book and "1984" should be enough to tell you that the only truly important personal accomplishments in life are costly. But like the black eye or the swollen lip that you dreaded from that fight you previously ran away from...it just doesn't hurt that much, and you stood up to the bully. Win or lose, you didn't run. Mommy tends to bully all of you. Your real "Mommy" and the one that you turn on with your remote, like dutiful children. Love your real Mother. Turn off the other "Mommy". If all of you children would do this...the electronic "Mommy" would lose her authority. Then you become the master of your own fate. It's just that simple.