Down the Rabbit Hole.
“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
― Frank Herbert
Heh the good ol days when companies could actually advertise kewl toys AND quote ya a price that wouldn't change so fast so as to make it detrimental.
I had all that stuff when I was a kid. They used to sell Army outfits, complete with fatigues and helmet, and 782 gear. I remember my favorite toy was a bazooka that shot plastic rockets about twenty feet. Now some poor kid bites his sandwich at school to make a gun shape, and gets suspended. All the kids in my neighborhood played "Army." Today they don't let businesses advertise anything the government doesn't like. Toy guns are strictly verboten , not just on tv but in many homes. Schools sissify the boys to the best of their ability. If I was King of the World there would be a lot of changes. >:-(
To bad someone didn't scream louder about the controversial issue of feminist/government suppression of little boys. Maybe little boys could still have cool toys if we had.I remember I had an army helmet liner and a replica Garand that was kewl. I still have an old musket cap gun that really worked hanging in my computer room. Ahh the good old days of toys.
Having taught fifth graders for three years, I can assure you that you would be absolutely horrified at the way boys are trained to be completely dependent on someone else. I asked my principal once just how we expected these kids to grow up and be the head of households when we taught them that they had no responsibility for themselves, and that someone else (the school, the police, government agencies etc) would take care of their problems. Being a good citizen meant telling the right entity what you needed and getting it from them. She was more interested in control than in the finished product we were turning out. When my brother Terry's son got suspended for fighting back when he was bullied, the boy got suspended. Good citizens dont' defend themselves, they run to a teacher. My brother went down there and had a come to Jesus meeting with that principal, and got that straightened out. But lots of parents just say "oh, you should do what the teacher tells you." It is not a coincidence that I pulled my kids from public school and home schooled them at the same time my wife and I were both teaching in public schools.
Believe me Harry I know. I don;t have my elementary teaching certificate because in Missouri that is a bachelors degree in and of itself but I do have my secondary certificate, or did I am sure they have added a bunch since then, which is approximately another 30 or so hours beyond your bachelors degree to get. Believe it or not I was actually hired to teach once until I saw the garbage they wanted me to teach. I walked away and never looked back. I guess that was me wading in where angels fear to tread and making a controversial statement once again.
Teaching isn't really for a man anyway unless you are in the High School. I wanted to teach 5th because that's when the kids got American history. But the elementary school I was at was all women, there was one man teacher, and that was me. I got along with them, they were all pretty nice to me except the butch assistant principal. But they were all about evaluation reports, and PTA, and assemblies. None of them were interested in politics, or in the ramifications of what we were doing. It was basically a different way of thinking about things that they had. We had weird things like "everybody wear their pajamas to school." When I didn't, my principal asked me why I didn't participate and I told her my pajamas were boxer shorts and a strong man (also called a wife beater t shirt I'm told.)Another time we had a gay "presenter" on cigarettes, and the dyke V.P. told me to go dance with him when he called for a volunteer. He called for a volunteer. I didn't go out. She gave me the hairy eyeball, I ignored her. She sent a teacher over to tell me to dance with the guy, I said no. She sent one of the other teachers. Then after the assembly she tried to get in my face. She asked me why I didn't do what she told me to do. I told her if she told me to stick a feather up my ass I wouldn't do that , either. We didn't get along well.Later that year the fifth grade teachers gave me a birthday party and they had all taped big feather to their butts. At least they had a good sense of humor.I never think about all that stuff unless I get to thinking about it because of this blog. Writing on this dredges up all kinds of aggravating memories. Maybe that's what they mean when they say you have to suffer to be a good writer. >:-(
Heh maybe but that's the spirit too. There comes a point. This far no further and I reached it across the board. Of course I had to sacrifice many things to get there and decide finally they were not important but there ay have it. In my opinion it's time to give it back.
Remember that guy who flew his small civilian airplane right into the IRS building? I remember him. Now that was a protest!I'm beat. Going on to bed. See you tomorrow.
Harry,(captaincrunch)yeah that toy rocked.I miss toys that had sharp edges and you learned to handle things with care or you would bleed and learn the hard way.
Life was pretty rough and tumble back then. If you got hurt, you went to your mom and she fixed it, but if you were crying and blubbering she told you to "act like a man." If it sounds harsh, the explanation was simple. At some point, you'd have a wife and children of your own. When something happened , it would be your job to be in charge, to think what to do, and to do it. If you cried and showed any sign of weakness, then the family would be frightened and everything would be harder .Maybe they would lose faith in you. My dad never once cried that I can recall. I never did after I was about 10. You had to start learning that at a very young age. Here where I live now it's still largely that way. I get the distinct impression that in some parts of the country parents are taking a "kinder, gentler" tack and the result is that the kids learn their values at school. I can hardly think of a worse place, or a worse mentor, than a public school.
I would have killed for a toy like that when I was a kid. I did manage to get (after much pestering!) an air rifle, but it was a powered down thing that fired peas & stuff like that, not proper pellets. Still it was enough to go hunting moths & other such critters!
As soon as I was old enough, I got a bb gun. Then a pellet gun. Then a .22.My dad taught all of us to shoot. We had great toys as kids. I had plenty of toy guns, and legions of plastic soldiers and all their support equipment. They used to sell sets of 100 soldiers with tanks, jeeps, cannon, mortors, machine guns, the works. I never see that any more.