The beach, which used to be six packs, cigarettes, bonfire, frisbee, your dog running around and tunes cranked up, is now ‘put your cigarette out, pour the beer out in the sand, put your dog on a leash, turn the radio off, don’t throw the frisbee, and here’s a thousand dollar fine.’ Does that sound better or worse to you?
— Adam Carolla (2011)
At another time, in another country that might as well have been on another planet, perhaps in a different simulation running different code, I attended public high school with kids that had hairstyles that screamed: Business in the front, party in the back!
The Cold War was making defense contractors a killing on the back of the American taxpayer. It provided the blueprint for defense industry looting: create new “wars” that never require a declaration of victory.
The CIA was busy “spreading freedom and democracy” in Central America, South America, Afghanistan, and South Central Los Angeles with little crack baggies.
People still had attention spans.
Obesity was somewhat rare and never celebrated as beautiful.
Gillette called for the best of men, not the best of women pretending to be men.
There were no “gender-affirming” clinics raking in big bucks on the chemical castration of children.
No laws were being passed to take children away from parents if the latter objected to their successful brainwashing and grooming by school teachers and administrators working for the transhumanist cult’s division of gender confusion.
Every other kid was not on the spectrum hiding from peanut butter with a black mirror glued to his hands and even ventured outside daily to take some risks and learn some valuable lessons.
You could smoke in a restaurant after a meal, drink beer at the beach in front of a bonfire without getting fined, take your dog to piss in the park without getting sued by the HOA, and nobody was rewarded thousands of dollars for debasing themselves inside their car gorging on bags of greasy shit.
It was a very different time.