Resolved: Starving Artist is really, really, really stupid.
Oh, sure, of course NONE of those things existed prior to 1950, uh-huh. :rolleyes:
NO ONE ever heard of syphilis before. Or opium dens. Or cocaine. For sure there were no brothels. The rise of organized crime during prohibition? Didn’t happen. All those lynchings of black men, not to mention the exploitation of Asian workers? Never happened. Crime? What crime? It was invented in 1968. The lawlessness of the Old West? Pure fiction, I’m sure. Innocent people being blacklisted or worse for supposed associations with communism? BLAH-BLAH-BLAH I can’t HEAR YOU. Living in fear during the Cold War? What Cold War? It was a time of blissful peace and posterity and civility for all!
What’s that? People have been trying to end pregnancies as long as people have been getting pregnant? BLAH-BLAH-BLAH! No, no, no! It’s all the FAULT OF ROE V. WADE!
Oh wait, I forgot: in Starving Artist’s world, scoiety was more civil when trying to get an abortion often resulted in the death of the mother.
You really do live in a fantasy world, don’t you? By all means, continue to ignore history completely. Please never read anything, unless it was written by Robert Bork or Ann Coulter. Stay far away from such lesser thinkers on social matters such as Mark Twain, Sinclair Lewis, Sherwood Anderson.
Actually, just don’t read anything. At all. Conjure your own reality, feel outrage at the fiction you’ve created in your mind. It will help you lose weight. It won’t help you succeed at fucking that hot blonde in the mud, though.
By the way, would dueling be considered belligerent? But that never happened before 1968, right?
How about lynchings? Never happened before 1968.
Pogroms? Not before 1968. Oh, wait did you mean civility existed only in the U.S.?
Ok, so then:
Concentration camps for legal residents and citizens of the U.S.? Never!
Forced death-march resettlement of indigenous peoples? Never!
You know, it’s true! If I don’t do any research–and I just make up stuff I want to be true–I can also assert that there was no crime or meanness or people being quarrelsome at all before 1968! WOW.
I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T! D’oh! I mean …
Nice straw man. Did it make you feel all tough when you knocked it over?
Can you provide a shred of evidence that anyone ever made this argument? Oh wait, I forgot, you eschew evidence the way moles eschew living above ground.
This is hilarious! What, did that girl you hit on back at Woodstock turn you down hard? “Fuck in the mud.” Wow, your issues are impressive. Also, I’m impressed at your display of civil language. Way to set an example!
“Long hair”? You have issues with long hair? Seriously?
About those drugs, of which none existed before Woodstock: absolutely, drugs have caused so much more damage to society than those nice, wholesome legal drugs alcohol and nicotine. Oh, wait …
Oooh, another straw man. I bet you’re feelin’ real tough, now.
Wow, tossing a bone to the people who actually got it right. Nice work.
But then…
More delusional propaganda right out of The Birth of a Nation. My patriotism swells with pride, knowing that our proudest civil moments coincide with race rioting over civil rights, McCarthyism, and fear of nuclear annihilation.
Or, wait, did you mean some other decade besides the 1950s in America? Did you mean the 1240s? On some island in the Pacific ocean? Where some ancestor of yours lived in peace and civility, by himself, in a cave, blindfolded, with his fingers stuffed in his ears? Ah yes, that was a peaceful moment. You, too, can share that peace…
And here we have a repeat of his oft-bashed straw man, which is sadly losing its ability to be an effective fetish now that you’ve knocked all the stuffing out of it.
My dog similarly likes to lash out at stuffed objects, and rip all that fuzz out. Gives her a feeling of power, it does. My dog still lives more in the real world than you do, my loony friend.
We also have an egregious misuse of the word “meme,” for which I am penalizing you 15 points.
Stay anachronistic and live in fiction, you stupid old bat.