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Kharak
Guest
I am rather dismayed that people will, at the drop of a pin, try to envision the United States as in its Golden Age in that glorious era that we call, "The Fifties". Where every American had at least a ranch house, a God fearing family, two perfect little children, a wife that stayed at home and a husband that worked to protect his nuclear family from the ravages of Communism by doing his part in the American economy. Everyone spent time with eachother, had a minimum of television time, and things like 'abortion' and 'teen pregnancies' were unspoken. As long as people did their part, the world was just honky-dory. I issue the following as a public service announcement:
The old days can go to that other place, where unending hellfire awaits them. People can take their undying illusion that was, "The Fifties" and use it for toilet paper the next time they happen to be urging to. Well, I think this applies to any era too, in consideration, but there are circumstances.
I don't think many black Americans got to participate in this dream. I mean, they were beat up or executed for the virtue of simply being black, and that was often by cops too. Americans of Japanese descent? Remember, they served with us World War II but are still the enemy. And the Irish? Not in our town! Perhaps I am being too harsh though?
I mean, so what if there is a mob lynching: The world needs to maintain the status-quo. The suburbs are the pinnacle of society anyway, and those sharecropping Black folk are just a minority. Let the states handle it, they'll know how to take care of things just fine. As long as the white family is perserved and the supposed spiritual values are celebrated by the said demographic, everything back then was better; especially when they were the only real voting bloc (but alas, voting is a sacrifice for some).
So let's all rejoice at the perfection that was the Fifties, where people knew their place and we all got along as one happy family until that Eisenhower and his successors had to ruin it.
The old days can go to that other place, where unending hellfire awaits them. People can take their undying illusion that was, "The Fifties" and use it for toilet paper the next time they happen to be urging to. Well, I think this applies to any era too, in consideration, but there are circumstances.
I don't think many black Americans got to participate in this dream. I mean, they were beat up or executed for the virtue of simply being black, and that was often by cops too. Americans of Japanese descent? Remember, they served with us World War II but are still the enemy. And the Irish? Not in our town! Perhaps I am being too harsh though?
I mean, so what if there is a mob lynching: The world needs to maintain the status-quo. The suburbs are the pinnacle of society anyway, and those sharecropping Black folk are just a minority. Let the states handle it, they'll know how to take care of things just fine. As long as the white family is perserved and the supposed spiritual values are celebrated by the said demographic, everything back then was better; especially when they were the only real voting bloc (but alas, voting is a sacrifice for some).
So let's all rejoice at the perfection that was the Fifties, where people knew their place and we all got along as one happy family until that Eisenhower and his successors had to ruin it.