Share your quips/anecdotes/etc about the decay of society

Sheesh, I remember at the turn of the '60s/'70s, we used to play "Get Smart" at recess. We ran around quite happily, pretending to shoot each other... using a stick, a banana, or our bare hands for "guns." The teachers took not the slightest notice of any of it.

Wow. If that was forbidden here, all children aged 7-10 and many above that age would be in jail.
 
VR, you left out:

Black man says hi to white woman.

1958: Black man beaten/lynched/tortured
2008: Nothing.
 
Can't you people read the thread so that we don't have the same thing mentioned SO MANY TIMES over and over and over and over??
 
Someone says something you don't like.

1858: I disagree with what you say but I respect your right to say it.
2008: OMFG STFU FAG
 
Someone says something you don't like.

1858: I disagree with what you say but I respect your right to say it.
2008: OMFG STFU FAG

In 1858? Three years before Civil War? Are you kidding?
 
Someone says something you don't like.

1858: I disagree with what you say but I respect your right to say it.
2008: OMFG STFU FAG

There are both at both times. Just not worded the same.

Was 1858 rather than 1958 intentional? 'Cause I like it. I'd like 1708 compared too. We have people saying all these things at all these times.
 
There are both at both times. Just not worded the same.

Was 1858 rather than 1958 intentional? 'Cause I like it. I'd like 1708 compared too. We have people saying all these things at all these times.
Aye, we need more 50n+8 anecdotes!
 
Can't you people read the thread so that we don't have the same thing mentioned SO MANY TIMES over and over and over and over??

Great minds think alike ;)

Anyway:

Scenario: I win at Civ.
1958: Nobody knows what the hell I'm talking about.
2008: It's happened so much no one cares.
 
Nah, I'm just kidding, I think society is great. ;)

Honestly, though, I have to agree that 1958 was hardly better & in many ways worse. There is no going backwards.
 
When I was in the 8th grade, I wanted to make some gunpowder. I had laboratory-grade sulfur from my chemistry set. I had tons of charcoal from the bag sitting next to the grille. What I was missing was some reasonably decent potassium nitrate aka saltpeter. I tried using the lawn fertilizer sitting in the garage but it just wouldn't work. No matter what I did, it wouldn't even ignite much less explode. So I asked my science teacher for some laboratory grade stuff. He asked me why I wanted it and I told him. It worked.

I'd tell you what actual percentages of each chemical you need in order to make it, but if I wrote it in Arabic I'd likely spend the rest of my life in prison.
 
When I was in the 8th grade, I wanted to make some gunpowder. I had laboratory-grade sulfur from my chemistry set. I had tons of charcoal from the bag sitting next to the grille. What I was missing was some reasonably decent potassium nitrate aka saltpeter. I tried using the lawn fertilizer sitting in the garage but it just wouldn't work. No matter what I did, it wouldn't even ignite much less explode. So I asked my science teacher for some laboratory grade stuff. He asked me why I wanted it and I told him. It worked.

I'd tell you what actual percentages of each chemical you need in order to make it, but if I wrote it in Arabic I'd likely spend the rest of my life in prison.

I wasn't a big fan of pryo type things, but one of my friends is...our science teacher was glad to help him/order things for him...what is the point of your story?
 
OK. How about this:

1958: The science teacher in your middle school helps you to make gunpowder.
2008: The science teacher in your middle school is convicted of aiding and abetting a terrorist for the very same act.

Now is it clear?
 
I'd tell you what actual percentages of each chemical you need in order to make it, but if I wrote it in Arabic I'd likely spend the rest of my life in prison.

Or you could check Wikipedia. :rolleyes:
 
1958 - A wife has an abusive husband, but puts up with it instead of getting a divorce. She's told she's fat and stupid everyday and gets the occasinal punch in the eye. The kids are trumatized.

2008 - A wife has an abusive husband. She divorces him and moves away with the kids. The kids are glad they don't have to see their mom mistreated anymore and she remarries a nice lawyer her friend set her up with.
 
I remember that in elementary school, we were banned from playing tag, because it was "too competitive" or some crap. There was even a whole memo of forbidden games. Handball, another one of my favorite games, was banned too.

I think this started my slide towards a more sedentary lifestyle.
 
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