From The Porch

            I grew up in the 1970’s, decades ago. Matter of fact, it was in another century. The world was not what it is today. Nope. Not at all.

           

            First off, soap was an acceptable for doing the dishes, laundry, washing the car and in certain instances, like if one of your parents, neighbors or even school teachers caught you cussing, for getting your mouth washed out. It was not used as an idiotic challenge by hoards of social media-wannabe-stars to stick in your mouth and try to eat.

           

            No, our challenges were called dares; like “I dare you to jump into the river.” Or “I dare you to climb to the top of that tree.” Or “I dare you to take a bite out of that dried up dog turd.” And if you were dared to do something then you had two course of action…you could decline and be called a “Yellow-bellied-coward.” Or you could accept the dare and then commence to work out the reward for completing said dare. The reward was usually an unchallenged dare to be named in the future. Sometimes it was money. Most of the time… we all just settled for the unchallenged dare. However; as kids who’d been handed healthy doses of ass whoopings from parents, we knew never to do stupid shit that would land us in the emergency room or dead. Nope, most of our dares were of the “who’s got the biggest balls”. Hell, I even took up a dare to jump a dirt bike over a thirty foot long pit just to impress a girl. Okay, the pit may have been ten feet long, but none of us had a tape measure at the time and it sure as hell looked thirty feet long at the time. But I did it. And, coincidentally, I got the girl but that is a tale for another day.

            I guess what I’m trying to say is that while it may have seemed at the time that life and limb were on the line, they never truly were.

            We grew up watching western movies, war movies, kung fu movies and the occasional musical. We were taught the plight of the Native Americans was terrible, Nazis and Russians were always bad that Sonny Chiba was a god of martial arts. To me, those truths still hold water to this day.

            There was no such thing as fake-news or alternative facts. There was right and wrong. Good and evil. That simple.

            Now, I know issues are not always black and white these days.  I know there are many shades of gray to stories. I learned this the hard way. Through experience. Through living my life, making mistakes and learning from them. I learned from talking with people, traveling to foreign lands and taking in their culture. From seeing good people get fucked over and bad people succeeding when they should have failed miserably. I’ve seen blind justice served to innocent people and mercy shown to the guilty and I’ve been on the receiving end of both. Each and every time this has happened, I’ve been hurt me to my core.

            However; my premise for life has kept me going. That is perseverance, persistence, patience and pestering will get you far. The four “P’s” as I call them. But I digress…

            Lately though things have changed… and I don’t want to get political, and before you say “Skip you’re a left wing liberal or Skip, you’re a right wing nut.” I’ll tell you, I’m neither. I’ve not voted for a single presidential winner since Reagan. And, no, I didn’t vote for any Clinton ever. In the last election I voted for Gary Johnson. Why? Because I want my daughter and hopefully my grandchildren to have more than two choices for 1600 Pennsylvania. If asked to classify my political leanings I simply point to Thomas Jefferson.

            Everyone seems so angry today. If you don’t agree with someone they take offense. If you don’t wave or say hi to someone, they take offense. If you don’t smile, they take offense. If you’re mad and start screaming, you wind up in human resources or worse, on a bad youtube video that’s gone viral.

            Life and all its shit is no longer simple or private. You can’t be the miserable ass that you are for fear of being sent to sensitivity training. Then again, if you share too much, then you alienate yourself from everyone in your life. There seems to be a large gray area where you have to live and be happy.

            But we’re not happy are we?

            There are still bills, still relationships, still work, still politics… still life.

            We’re supposed to be happy about life. Supposed to be okay with the powers that be. Whether those powers are a boss, a spouse, a child or a politician. We are supposed to be happy. Well, I’m not happy. Not with what I see on the horizon.

            I see fear. I see forced decisions. I see fear. I see hate. I see misunderstanding. I see voices unheard by uncaring ears. I see orange skies at night (this is not a good thing). I see issues that were once black and white which have become gray going back to black and white. I see people hiding who they are in fear of being trivialized, ignored or worse… persecuted. I see nothing but bad.

            In 1986 I read “Atlas Shrugged” by “Ayn Rand” and I fell in love with the book. I quickly devoured everything she wrote and have revisited her works on numerous occasions even though I find some of her writing over-redundant. To this day I still believe in what her message was. However; I do believe that unfettered capitalism is just as bad as unfettered socialism. Before you get your panties in a wad, I also believe unfettered anything is a bad idea. The mental picture I keep in my head is a sweet toothed diabetic set free inside the Hershey chocolate factory. Everything is okay in moderation. Whether its candy or politics. Also remember, no one is always right and no one is always wrong. Just ask a broken clock.

            I suppose I need to wrap this up. I know it’s been a while since I’ve spoken with you, and I can drone on and on for what seems like eternity so I will leave you with this: I like how things used to be, where the idiocy of our youth was not represented by the leaders of our country regardless of what side of the aisle they sit on.

Have a great week.