You kids get off my lawn, and take your dystopia with you.

Here’s a brief, sad, only slightly exaggerated view of the world from an aging man who has fallen out of the habit of carrying a pocket knife.

Times Change Out From Under Us

And maybe I only see it as ‘slightly exaggerated’ because I’ve been outside the world for most of this century. When I was in it, I felt perfectly justified writing far more overwrought screeds on exactly this topic.

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11 Responses to You kids get off my lawn, and take your dystopia with you.

  1. Kentucky says:

    “He put away his thoughts and went to get his knife.”

    When he had it in hand, he couldn’t remember why he wanted it.

  2. Joel says:

    🙂 Damn whippersnappers. No respect for your elders.

  3. Robert says:

    Jeez, Joel, that was a dispiriting piece.

    “When he had it in hand, he couldn’t remember why he wanted it.”
    Then his face brightened with a smile. He opened the knife, tested its sharpness despite knowing he could shave with it, and slashed his throat.

    “leased out to a pedophile group” is a bit over-the-top. I hope.

    “Handicapped Parking” around here is “Person With Disability parking stall”.

    “Now they had privileges” Some privilege- you qualify for a PWD spot if you can’t walk over 200 feet without difficulty.

  4. i don’t remember coke being that inexpensive, but we were free and never thought about it.
    we ran ll over the place, we went to the grocery store on errands by ourselves, we rode our bikes, swung on grapevines, climbed trees.
    we were out after dark in summer to catch lightning bugs. we rolled around on the grass with the dog.
    one thing, these days, with interstates so handy you can’t let your kids run like that because of all these child kidnappers. that i noticed when, near us, a little girl named cherry mahon was kidnapped and never heard from again.
    so i kept an eagle eye.
    then young girls began to be kidnapped by other girls in restrooms. they used a hypodermic to stab another girl with a drug, then ‘helped’ their ‘friend’ out of the store as she was ‘feeling ill’.
    these girls were delivered to scum who rape them for snuff films and/or sell them to whorehouses or other criminals.
    so i still kept the eagle eye.
    between the demon spawn running loose and the long-nosed busybodies freedom is a thing of the past.
    when my kid told the kid who lived adjacent to us that she was homeschooled, that neighbor turned us in. amounted to nothing as it was perfectly legal, but hose weasels are all around us.
    i do not feel secure anywhere these days except inside the house.
    if i step around to the backyard i lock the door behind me.
    a minute unaware may become a lifetime of regret.

  5. Joel says:

    “leased out to a pedophile group” is a bit over-the-top. I hope.

    Didn’t something like that happen somewhere in England a couple of years ago?

  6. Kentucky says:

    Joel, I haven’t snapped my whip for quite some time now. I are a elder.

  7. Robert says:

    KY: my grandpappy once took a bullwhip from me and showed me how to do it. That old fart made blue smoke come off the end! He allowed as how in his younger days he was a mule skinner and the old Borax “20-mule team” ad was based on reality. Or did I misunderstand “snapped my whip”?

  8. Robert says:

    Joel @ 11:24am: I hope not. Ick.

  9. Robert says:

    DH: “hose weasels? = “those weasels”? Or am I not up on the kids’ latest jargon?

  10. Kentucky says:

    “Or did I misunderstand “snapped my whip”?”

    It was a subtle, humorous play off of “whippersnapper”, with thinly-veiled allusion to some of the developments faced by “those of a certain age”.

    I’m pretty sure that demographic “got it”.

    😉

  11. robert, it is ‘those’. the ‘t’ got away from me.

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