Freddogg Off The Chain

Fast backwards! Are the good times really over for good? What ever happened to large classes where the retarded kid sat in the back? And mixed classes, with the boys in the front and girls in the back? And ridicule and derision and picking on the fat kid or the poor kid or the speech impediment kid? All that crap happened every day so why don’t we lament and pine for those memory moments?
And when did cleavage show up? And Russian girls slicing Sara Lee honey ham? I want my Russian women to have mustaches; they did when I was young.
I cannot deal with another forward lamenting the good and god old days. How sad we sound when we play those tunes to the young generation. The see it for what it is, resentment that our lives didn’t work out like we planned.
Watch old sitcoms and quickly realize that they weren’t funny but slow, taking way too long in plot development.
Fat doughnut eating and salt shaking young mothers and their good timing alcoholic husbands, people who didn’t know shit about anything and didn’t care, those were my role models and relatives
The hover parents of today and their precious little asshole children shielded from an awareness of failure at every turn are annoying for any time period but so was I, drinking Near Beer at Frank's Diner by the skating rink and making fun of everyone and I was good at it and only 10.
And let’s not forgot Darwinian play ground abuse or the sheer pleasure in messing up someone’s hair and laughing in their faces. I sure do miss those days.
Perhaps I should write a book: “When we were assholes” That’s what wrong with aging Boomers. They suffer from long term memory distortion throwing out all embarrassing behaviors which is fine just shut up about the old days.
And the nuns and priests indoctrinated-or tried to- me and others that only Catholics got to heaven which was socially stratified with clergy getting the preferred streets and houses and if a protestant made it in a weak moment of mercy they lived in the scrub and had scabies and dumb looking dogs.
Yes those were the days.

Freddogg-by the way I couldn’t be happier.