You're beginning to sound like my Mama, Mama.
Everytime we tried to get her to visit a reenactment, or if she saw us dressing for one, she'd snort. To the day she passed she couldn't undeerstand why we wanted to live in the past.
"The good old days are right now!" she'd insist. "I have no reason to go back."
Now Jaffo is right in one respect. Every generation, as it gets older, complains about how things have gone downhill. Mostly what they're complaining about, though, is change itself. It weren't that way when I was a boy.
We are the first generation (or multi-generation), however, in which "progress" actually represents a degradation in the quality of life. Our fresh foodstuffs arrive poisoned. Our canned and frozen foods are filled with chemicals, and salts, and antibiotics. Livestock is factory-farmed, and force fed unnatural foods.
Clothing and furniture are built shoddily, out of intentionally poor materials. Automobiles are deathtraps (hey! Who here remembers when Americans loved their cars? Now we barely tolerate them.) The country's infrastructure is teetering.
And the folks on TV get away with calling fantasies "reality."
These aren't merely feelings and opinions. These are facts. We are in the worst shape we've ever been. Where is the tomorrow they promised me when I was a kid?
Everytime we tried to get her to visit a reenactment, or if she saw us dressing for one, she'd snort. To the day she passed she couldn't undeerstand why we wanted to live in the past.
"The good old days are right now!" she'd insist. "I have no reason to go back."
Now Jaffo is right in one respect. Every generation, as it gets older, complains about how things have gone downhill. Mostly what they're complaining about, though, is change itself. It weren't that way when I was a boy.
We are the first generation (or multi-generation), however, in which "progress" actually represents a degradation in the quality of life. Our fresh foodstuffs arrive poisoned. Our canned and frozen foods are filled with chemicals, and salts, and antibiotics. Livestock is factory-farmed, and force fed unnatural foods.
Clothing and furniture are built shoddily, out of intentionally poor materials. Automobiles are deathtraps (hey! Who here remembers when Americans loved their cars? Now we barely tolerate them.) The country's infrastructure is teetering.
And the folks on TV get away with calling fantasies "reality."
These aren't merely feelings and opinions. These are facts. We are in the worst shape we've ever been. Where is the tomorrow they promised me when I was a kid?