We debate and argue the big stuff around these parts. But it’s the nickel and diming on a daily basis where it affects people directly:
I used to board commercial aircraft with just a ticket and a simple ID. Now I have to take off my shoes, open up my carryon gear and I cannot carry more than three ounces of selected liquids. This is all supposedly for my own safety, yet friends and family in the airline industry and TSA tell me it’s all window dressing for the masses. It’s still a cakewalk to smuggle nasty things aboard if you know where the loopholes are located.
My driver’s license used to be good enough ID for practically anything short of international travel. Now it looks like I will be denied access to all federal facilities, probably be denied access to almost all commercial travel, denied access to opening any financial account (including buying a house or car), can forget about collecting practically any government benefit, etc., because my state is not supporting the Real ID Act. Maybe we should all get our forearms tatooed instead?
I was raised by loving and caring parents, who knew how to not spoil the child nor spare the rod (or at least threaten its use). Today the neighborhood kids think nothing other than themselves and any approach at civility is met with a “Fuck You!” glance, if not an utterance even below that of the gutter. Oh yes, these kids aren’t even teenagers yet. Their parents? Most often indulging in their own worlds, lacking the ability to raise their kids properly, or afraid of them ("If you touch me I’ll call the police!).
When that thingamabob didn’t work, the store took it back, with only cursory questions. Now I have to call an 800 number to obtain an RMA, if I meet their criteria in the first place, and if I can navigate the punching in all the buttons on the phone. You took my money and it didn’t work. What do you mean you don’t guarantee your thingamabob will work as advertised?
Speaking of customer service … what?
Ah, Mister or Madam Politician, about that legislation …? Excuse me?! Last time I checked, you work for me and your constituents, and not the guy who got you 50-yard line tickets to every game for the next five years.
I still remember coming home from kindergarden (so long ago) over the moon because we went to the moon in science that morning! That musta been the start of my life-long interest in science and asking questions. So now science today is just a bunch of theories, and the Grand Canyon was carved in a matter of weeks? What do you mean if my kid asks one one question that you will suspend him?
We used to play anywhere and everywhere, often gone for hours at a time with no worries from us or about us. Today, the Paranoia Pattys and Peters believe potential kidnappers are in every vehicle that passes and flashers behind every tree.
“Your mama wears Army boots!” Say the equivalent today and get slapped with a suit for emotional distress. Hell, my mother wore Army boots as part of the Greatest Generation!
We are occupying Iraq and appear in no hurry to leave. And wasn’t implanting a U.S.-style government supposed to be the whole point?