Posted by Kane on May 9, 2022 5:17 pmNEWS JUNKIES -- CHECK OUT OUR HOMEPAGE
Nice tweet from Five Times August…
— Five Times August (@FiveTimesAugust) May 7, 2022
— Five Times August (@FiveTimesAugust) May 7, 2022
And yet WE DO NOTHING ABOUT IT! Time to man up young bucks and put this shit down. I’m old but I will help in any way I can.
Damn that photo hits hard.
Like my younger brother once said when the Kenyan was in office and NOW more profound with this Marxist Regime in power…” Thank God we’re the age we are. We enjoyed the good years”!!!
Liberalism is a suicide pact on a national scale.
And, we began locking our door at night only after the Tylenol poisonings.
Back when Johnson & Johnson had some integrity and we weren’t being poisoned by our government. My how things have changed.
Over our back fence was the local elementary school, middle school, Jr. High, and High School, as well as all the sports fields – “the field”.
But, of course, to our parent’s chagrin we preferred to play stick ball, hockey, football, ride our bikes, and play various other games in the street!
And, I walked home midday from school everyday for lunch – from 1st grade to 12th grade.
We learned a lot and got in a lot of trouble in the field!
Yep everything was in the streets!
So very true, even with the Vietnam War going on. I still believe the Feminist Movement was the beginning of the death of the USA and killed my parents marriage in the mid 1970’s. We drank water out of the lawn water hose and played hard outdoors and got dirty. Also got my share of ass whippings with a 2 inch wide leather belt and deserved it.
ADD the so-called Sexual Revolution, drug culture, moral decay, LBJ’s “Great Society” welfare programs etc etc.
The beginning of the end was government assertion of power over the people via BS Supreme Court rulings using the Commerce Clause as justification.
This resulted in a shift from a hands off approach of government that allowed people to do as they saw fit to a government hellbent on social engineering for the alleged “betterment” of people.
They used the Court to legislate and social engineer a society that only they wanted – the people be damned.
And, much like today, the media and other powers were all in on it.
It’s always about power and control.
I’m a woman and I hate the “feminism” that ruined the lifestyle shown above.
(Meaning in the 50’s)
Ain’t it the truth….
80s all the way.
Obummer was the first anti-American president in my lifetime.
No Obummer definitely was! He started all the racism card crap. The angry black man
Bill and Hill were anti-American Saul Alinsky followers. They were basically undercover Bill Ayers weathermen types. They paved the way for an “out of the closet” “in your face” Bill Ayers weatherman commie. Sorry you were fooled.
I miss the 60’s.
I had that bad pixie haircut and rode a big tricycle like that. My brother had a red pedal car. Every kid played in the street and our mom’s kept an eye out from the kitchen window. All the base housing of my childhood had a kitchen window facing the front yard and street.
There’s a kid in the background in training pants. There were little kids that ran around with us as well. I was once a kid in training pants running around outside.
My dad took a photo of a big group of us in the Ft. Leonard Wood trailer park in the woods in about 1962-63 and took it with him to Vietnam the first time. My younger brother is in a diaper, I’m in training pants, neither of us had a shirt on, and we were barefoot. There were kids on trikes and bikes and all of us were fairly dirty and smiling like we were on the top of the world.
We were all skinny, happy, and brown from the sun.
I did my best to give my kids the same freedom but I knew it was more limited and it made me sad.
We lost our childhood freedoms to “compromise” and now we must dig in and take them back.
Yes, the moms all secretly kept an eye on us, but let us go about out days generally unhindered. In my urban neighborhood, there were umpteen kids of all ages, and mist of us had it down to a science when it was time for supper.
For me, it was like this: generally, the Hardy’s mom would yell out the window for them to cone in for supper. I knew I had about 15-20 minutes. Then The Eisen’s mom would yell for them, then the Sullivan’s mom. When my next-door neighbor Billy Morrison was called for, I knew generally I was next. But there was a protocol to it. First, my mom would yell out my first name a couple of times. Then my first name again, with a more…urgent…tone in her voice about time for supper. Finally, when I heard all three names, “Leo Gerard Higgins, get in for supper RIGHT NOW!”, THEN I knew the jig was up!
This was all timed based on when our dads got home from work, and they tended to come home in the same order with a remarkable consistency, and we all made the most of it. The one exception was the O’Reilly kids, who were my next door neighbors on my other side. All 18 of them! Well, I think the oldest three were on their own, so it was about 15 of them. Anyway, Mrs. O’Reilly never had to yell out the window for her kids. They were, oldest to youngest, the best-mannered and behaved kids you’d ever meet. The ones with watches saw the time, and gathered up the smaller ones, and that was that! Johnny, who was my age, and Ricky, a year older, could still be into a little mischief though, the rest if the day. After all, they were my friends! But, seriously, they were “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am” to all the adults on the street, and in spite of the chaos of a huge family like that, they all turned out well.
That there me- yes, boy with the bike!~
Born in ’47, lived through the 50’s 60’s 70’s etc. and no question about it – the 50’s rocked it all the way.
Grew up dirt poor, started working at 12yrs old after school,.Never went without a job. Worked my way up to middle class the hard way, and retired at 62. Taught my three sons to do better than me, and fix the things I did wrong, so they would be better. All three make high six figure salaries, without going to college. I really, really worry about my grandchildren though. Like the old song, “are the good times really over for good.” A lot of great postings here today, love you guys. I pray for y’all every day.
born in 53 and grew up like those in the photo , welded all my life retired at 53 and moved to panama . i would hate to be 18 again just starting my working life now . being older is ok with me
I’ll buy that
If Andrew Basiago was telling the truth on Art Bell’s old show… if there really is a secret Project Pegasus time travel program… sign me up for a one way ticket back to the ’70s. Let me live the rest of my life in the 70s, 80s and 90s and finally die right when 9/11 happens. I was born in the mid-80s and barely saw the tail end of the good years.
But you knew how to play outside with your friends, right?
I didn’t have many friends. Maybe one or two.
I was born in 84. Grew up on a cattle ranch in Montana. Caught the tail end of the good years. My dad lived there from 74-95 and has mentioned he is sorry I missed the good years up there hunting, fishing and just being free. Gubment ruined Montana in the 90’s. I live in colorado now and it’s being ruined.
Sign me up!☮
The 70s generally sucked. Oil embargo, gas lines, impeachment, dishonorable abandonment of Vietnam, Jimmy Carter, National malaise, hyper inflation, etc. The only thing good about the 70s was the music.
True. There were multiple energy crises, recessions, and then massive Stagflation. Everywhere you looked was an American failure right in your face. The music was the saving grace, although they screwed that up with disco by the end of the decade.
There can’t be a time machine. If there was, there would be no one left in this year.
Back then one income could provide for a family.
The women’s lib elites were a con to make common women think it was their idea. Work like a man, er like a DOG, drink and smoke too much, die too early, Minimal to no family life working late all of the time…Now women today are trapped working two jobs, now that they are used to it… they must. Now it takes 2.5 wage earners to keep a hone afloat.
The car on the left in the background looks like late 50s, maybe even 1960. So I’d say this pic is from 1957 to perhaps 1963, since they might not be new cars. I was born in 1957 myself, living almost the same existence, in a lower-middle class urban residential setting (the Dorchester part of Boston), as these kids did in the burbs. Walked/biked blocks and blocks without a care in the world, and our parents didn’t have any real worries about that, either. Played games and used toys (BB guns!) that would get the parents arrested these days for child endangerment. The smaller kids might have to wait hours to play on a baseball diamond, when all of them were packed March to October. Today, entire parks with diamonds, courts and fields are nearly always empty. Kids ONLY play sports on organized teams, with fixed time and date of play. They’re video game jockeys the rest of the time. Sad. The only real difference between these kids in the picture and me was they had to look out for fewer cars while they played in the street all day! BTW, the same area I was a kid in, meandering all over the place even at age 6 (as long as I had a buddy or two – only restriction), these days, no parent in his or her right mind would let any kid more than 20 feet from them.
A great time for having great times! Probably never to return.
Looks like a 58-59 Olds on the right. The dark one on the left looks like a 62, when tail fins were shrinking from ridiculously large to ok..I. Can’t figure the make.. So probably between 58 and 63.
Thanks. I remember that I decided, at age 8, that the truly “modern” car had arrived with the 1965 Chevy Impala, with its rounded out contours (compared to the more boxy and angular cars of the early 60s and before) and sort of humps replacing fins. I was so glad to be in the “modern age”! I think they really did start a trend away from sharp body angles, though, so I might have been more unconsciously right about modernity than the average little kid.
A lot of cars were still on the road like the dark one on the left through the mid-60s, until they gradually were junked. My neighborhood was filled with those, and the early 60s Falcons and Rambler station wagons. I have fond memories of being in the back of Billy Morrison’s mom’s station wagon with two other kids, having pitched battles with our Tim-mee green army guys while bouncing around with every bump in the road, with not a seatbelt in sight! To hear OSHA-types tell it today, it’s a miracle we weren’t all killed from sheer parental recklessness before our 5th birthdays! Somehow, though, we all managed to survive and tell the tale!
The ’65 Chevy Impala was modern, and not just the styling either. It was the first year for the 396 Big block Chevy engine option, the Quadrajet carb, the Turbo 400 trans in a Chevy, the 12 bolt rear axle.
Black car on left is 1959 Pontiac. Car on right could be Olds.
I’m 69. Have a 24 yr-old nephew, who at age 14 said, “I wish I had been born when you grew up. It was so fun, safe and no worries and everyone got along. It’s not like that today with all the pier pressure, weirdos and crime. And you had the best music too!” He did ROTC through college and is now serving in the military for his country and family. He absolutely loved watching the 8mm home movies. They were of course hysterical, but all family! I also have 3 nephews, 10 years older than him and are obnoxious libs. They changed during college. Now their parents have gone to the dark side as well. They were also the more “lenient parenting” of the siblings. Our parents were the “greatest generation”. My Mom lived by “life is about choices.” When you choose to believe that YOU are all that matters, no matter what your age/generation – it’s always the same. Choose good or evil.
For those of us blessed with growing up in the 50s and 60s, we can still set the examples, support the truth, turn off the “idiot box” and never, ever stop praying. And DO NOT EVER throw away the photos albums with the B+Ws and Polaroids! So many other things that should be discarded. For starters the FBI, CIA and Dept. of Education.
Dear God – Please Bless America like never before.
I was born in 1962. I have fond memories of growing up as a Navy brat in CT. All I wished for at Christmas was a baby doll, then as I aged, a bicycle. We played out all day, when out of school, until dusk when the firehall ran the 7 or 8pm siren. The biggest crime in the neighborhood was some older boys smoking marijuana. In elementary school, a boy was suspended for pulling the fire alarm. Everyone had to leave the school into the parking lot. It was far better back then, even though drugs were creeping in, then birth control pills, abortion and crime became rampant in the bigger cities. When a nation turns its back on God, then you see the consequences that we are witnessing today.
I’m 69 too. Did some Army stuff. Got 2 sons in their 40’s now and I taught them how I grew up and their doing better than me now. The 50’s and 60’s were the best times.
oh man that gave me goose bumps the best time of our lives
And now as that lucky generation fades into history they saddle everyone who comes after them with 30 trillion in debt and a nation wrecked with mental illness. But hey I don’t mind paying social security taxes Medicare taxes for my entire life to that lucky generation only to find a bankrupt nation for my old age and my sons future. Well done 👏 I don’t mind the down votes either!!!
You must be a Democrat. Pushed all the crap through and are now denying it and blaming everyone else. Termlimits would have prevented this but your kind never wanted them. Like the blacks who worship the party that enslaved them and re enslaved them after the civil war.
Social security will be gone
We had a Good run,
Don’t be Bitter about it.
You will get slammed here because people hate to hear the truth. This generation of kids grew up to be Hilary Clinton and Nancy Pelosi. A generation of selfcentered spoiled rotten brats caring only about toys and pleasure..
Hillary Clinton is a boomer sure enough, but Nanzi is Silent Generation, she was born in ’40.
Don’t blame me, I never voted demoncrap.
I appreciate all the stories in here.
I’ve been calling this since at least 1991. 9/11 pretty much sealed it and by 2008 I was calling for the US to fall apart with a whimper and maybe a bang here and there by 2021-2022. I was a bit early. The immoral wars and the banker theft in 2007 were the main things considered. I think Trump threw off the globalists a bit.
We’ll know more by the end of this year but I’m fully expecting the food shortages to get the BLM riots x 10 going in the cities.
Which they want so they can institute martial law and try gun confiscation. That’s when this thing’s gonna get lit.
New owners will be taking over and most of us will be eliminated. That was one of Bidens tasks to deliever the US to the Chinese. Almost there. Obama is the power in the background calling the shots
Kids born in the 70s and 80s..
Never feared their country would be dissolved by war. We chose to fight every war for a purpose, never to defend against the basic freedoms of the world.
These kids were educated that America had some mean tendencies and those that bought into it,became teachers and polluted everyone since mid 90s…
Its going to take some hard times to make these people see that The idea of America is wonderful. Sadly the govt running the show is selling we are evil, which is only speeding our decline.
Hello? We feared we would be incinerated by a nuke, either by a lunatic with his finger on the button or a technical glitch.
You mean the same kind of simpletons who believed in the Covid shots? Hope you got yours. Don’t forget your boosters.
In my part of the country it’s still a tradition to give a child (or grandchild) a 22 when they turn 12, and a 12 guage pump when they turn 16 – but the Left is knocking on the door.
My grandkids are gifted firearms.
Oldest grandchild, a girl, killed her first wild hog at age 10 with a cross bow. She got a nice doe for the freezer last fall, opening day, a few minutes after first light.
Outstanding. Kudos to you and your grandkids.
We had it good and I knew we had it good. I didn’t know we’d be the last ones to feel that way about it though.
Judging by the car in the driveway those are boomers, or even that lost generation that sits between boomers and Gen X. i’d say Gen X was the luckiest.
I’m a gen X
We made the worst offspring
Speak for yourself. Mine are more conservative than I ever was at their ages.
Gen X the luckiest?
When rhise of us birn in the early 70s finally became of age in the early 90s we had the George Bush recession to deal with. Then, NAFTA shipped all the manufacturing jobs to Mexico. After him we got the Clinton’s who sent everything else off to China. There was apparently a stock market boom in the 90s and an alleged economic boom, but most of us were in college or grad school, or worked shit jobs making no money such that we could not benefit from any of it at all. After that, there was Bush II, 9/11, Iraq/Afghanistan, and the tech crash, only to be followed by the housing bubble, the 2008 crash, which was never fixed or recovered from to this day. In our lifetimes how much debt has been incurred by others that WE will suffer from and be saddled with?
Gen X has been getting sheared and taken advantage of nonstop by the people in power, i.e., the boomers who have greater numbers. Once the boomers finally cede power, their idiotic offspring, the millennials, will be calling the shots and have already begun doing so.
In my family, my older brothers and sisters who were born in the early and mid sixties probably had it the best so far – jobs were still here, no college required, etc.
Sure, some of us have done well, but it has been WAY more difficult as compared to those before and after us.
There’s not a lost generation between Boomers and Gen X. Boomers were a long generation (20 years), mid 1945 to about the end of ’64. Gen X started in 1965 and was 15 year long generation. Sometimes late boomers born between ’61 and the end of ’64 are called Generation Jones.
Amazing the value of photos to cherish for years and years.Connects family…friends….and memories with thoughts of love and laughter.
The digital gets lost along with family and physical connection.By design?
Pax Americana is ascendant. Stay tuned.
It’s a hope for sure.
Relative peace may require a bit of force, however.
So, so true. How I miss those times.
I remember those days… we left the house after breakfast, and like the dogs, we came home at dinner time.
Raise your hand if you remember the “mom right handed seat belt” move. Sudden braking and good ole trusty mom would thrust her arm across your tummy as if it would save you in a real wreck. Still, the love was there.
In our community in south west Florida this still goes on. Kids running around playing baseball in a large lot, summer evenings after the snow birds have left (after all they just complain about the kids) they run with their bathing suits on from pool to pool as we keep our lanais open. Playing flashlight and ghost tag well into the night with older kids looking after younger and the adults are all out front drinking and visiting. It’s not gone at all you just have to pick your neighborhood carefully.
I was born in 1951 and the photo brought out lots of cherished memories. Growing up in a wooded, outer suburban Atlanta area, we seemed to be outside all the time. I am one of seven kids and remember that our family had a loud Acme Thunderer whistle to round us all up for meals. I can’t tell you how often I would ignore it because I was too busy damming up the creek with my buddies. (I once counted 11 of us within a year of each other in my immediate neighborhood). Our days were spent in endless hours of exploration in the woods behind our development. From top to bottom, we built tree houses, camped out, and made foxholes to play WW II make-believe. Other times we played touch football, baseball, basketball, tag, king of the hill, smear the queer, and shot our BB guns at random things. We all had 22’s by age 11 or 12. Outside of neighborhood culture and structure, we had little league baseball, Pop Warner football, swim team, church and school. Often our dads were the coaches. We had it so good that we didn’t even notice the culture creeping away and beginning to fray in the late 60’s and early 70’s. If I had one complaint about my parents generation (Depression/WW II), it would be that maybe they wanted so much for us and worked so hard at it, but then as we aged, they possibly felt slightly guilty about all their abundance. Somewhere they went from firm guidance to a more “do your own thing” attitude. (Is this a dreaded and silly version of the modern “find your own truth”?) Still, the fault is on me and my generation. We are the ones who rejected the best the culture had to offer for the easy and fattening diet of sex, drugs, and rejection of societal norms. We were a demographic landside that eventually passed laws that even today absorb huge amounts of a limited supply of goods, money, services. I look at my kids and grandkids and ask, “Were we/are we the most selfish generation in this country’s history?” I’m afraid the answer may be yes, but hold out hope that the basic genius of the American system can allow them to find their way. This is up for grabs too, though, with the conscious effort of the radical Dems to destroy any and all of what good parts are left. It makes me sad/mad at times, but ultimately I am prayerfully optimistic. I mean God had to to intervene in 2016 to keep us from Hillary. Like a sodden drunk who won’t turn around till they have hit bottom, America will get another chance in 2022 and especially 2024. Let’s not blow it.
Smear the queer! Everybody loved that game! Except Bryce Hoffman.
That story pretty much covers it for anyone born in 1950’s America. It was a magical time to be a kid.
@noterdoter, OK, I’m 1951 too and agree with all you write. Just what is ‘smear the queer’? Never heard that one.
But I’ll easily write, I’m grinning already!
Back in the 70s, my family went to Vegas probably 3 or 4 times per year. My brother and I used to run free in Caesar’s Palace while our parents gambled in the smoke-filled casino, drank free coctails served by half-naked waitresses, and saw Frank Sinatra, Paul Anka, George Burns and others. My brother and I were infatuated with the showgirls.
Our parents would give us some money in the morniing and we went from the room to the pool to the arcade to the snack bar all day long. As long as we didn’t get caught leaving the property (we got in huge trouble for taking a cab to Freemont street when we were 12 and 10), we were left to live life and watch out for each other, which we did.
It was a different world and we grew up feeling like it was ours. Life was for enjoyment, whether it was playing, eating, drinking, socializing, exploring, whatever. And freedom was how you got to those things.
Even in the late 1980s we would pull our boat in on its’ trailer into the then huge parking lot on the side of Caesars and walk into the all you could eat buffet which was fantastic and around fifteen bucks then. Vegas is so over built now it is a nightmare to drive to the strip and pay twelve bucks or more to park. The place is dying anyway along with the economy. The huge Outlet Mall in Barstow is completely deserted as are the Primm and stateline casinos and malls.
Telling stories to my grandkids about my growing up experiences and they think I’m a rockstar, especially the dynamite incident.
You get my uptic for originality……
I know a guy with a dynamite story. Man he was a great story teller.
The dynamite incident! Was that you? My left ear still rings a little…
Back when we had real M-80s and Cherry Bombs not the wimpy jokes now with the little capsule of what ever in them.
I know a young woman who has four children, two girls and two boys. Her husband works as a rescue diver for the local fire department. They are in their 40’s. She used to work, until her oldest started to go to school, and after a couple of years the girl developed debilitating anxiety, so bad, she was unable to function and was missing a lot of school. So the school recommended she see a psychiatrist. They found one, and after going for about a month, and things were no better, the young girl told her mother, “If you want to keep paying for this, that’s fine with me, but it’s not helping.”
The mom talked it over with her husband and decided to home school. And now, the girl is thriving, as are her siblings. They are active at church, and the girl, now in her early teens, has many friends, and excels in her schoolwork. The kids are so awesome. They remind me of myself, my siblings, and the kids we grew up with in the neighborhood.
The power of motherhood….
Psalm 100:5. For the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations…AMEN!!!and GOD is there!!!
Just was telling my kids what it was like growing up in the 80s.
We watch Goldbergs with our oldest teen and he just can’t believe some things. It’s funny to watch his reaction, and a trip down memory lane.
When 40% of the population are kids, almost every adult is a parent.
Growing up in the 50s/60s, every parent in the neighborhood had carte blanche to beat your ass if you were out of line.
And to feed you at lunch time if that’s where the gang was at noon.
And being part of a “gang” was a good thing.
To all the butt hurt thin skin victims. Get over it. I did
Every race ethnicity gives some shit to others that are different to them. Kkk were dems go cry on their sites.
Nary a bike helmet and rarely a seatbelt!
We survived – except Vietnam.
We roamed the neighborhood until dark with no fear…if we weren’t on time, we got a switchin’!! Great times!
Streetlights come on you better get your butt home or else!!!
The City Alarm Clock….When the Lights come on it’s time for Bed…….When the lights go off it’s Time for school !!!!
I got in trouble for not being home before the streetlights came on.
In the 1970’s we called it “streetlight saving time” . Go anywhere you wanted on your bike with your friends for the entire day without checking in with adults, but when those streetlights came on, you start heading for home , no exceptions.
Just thought everyone would like to be reminded that Generational Warfare is a Marxist tactic that is used to divide and conquer just like race, religion, sex, and class warfare. Thank you for your time and have an Amer-I-Can day!
That wasn’t the point. The point was freedom and restoring childhood and sanity,
I’m not referring to the song, I’m referring to many of the comments below.
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