The Random Dose of FUNNY Thread

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I used to thumb rides (hitch hike) all over the place when I was a kid. It's a lost art these days!
 
I don't know about that Richard, have people changed that much in 40 years, or does the 24 hour news cycle make us more aware of things that happen around us?

When I was a kid, we got the Denver Post in the morning (we lived in Cheyenne, Wyoming), Laramie County Tribune in the afternoon, 1/2 hour of local news 3x a day on one of the three tv stations we got (ABC, NBC, CBS), and 1/2 hour of national (network) news in the evening, that was it! Hell, phone numbers were only 5 digits for local calls (have to talk to woody or woodienut to discuss party lines:rolleyes:).
 
I don't know about that Richard, have people changed that much in 40 years, or does the 24 hour news cycle make us more aware of things that happen around us?

When I was a kid, we got the Denver Post in the morning (we lived in Cheyenne, Wyoming), Laramie County Tribune in the afternoon, 1/2 hour of local news 3x a day on one of the three tv stations we got (ABC, NBC, CBS), and 1/2 hour of national (network) news in the evening, that was it! Hell, phone numbers were only 5 digits for local calls (have to talk to woody or woodienut to discuss party lines:rolleyes:).

I grew up where I live now, rural NE Georgia. The roads were dirt, we had a yagi style TV antenna that picked up three stations out of Atlanta on a good day. The local paper's most prominent headline was typically about either an item being voted on within the county or what the high school football score was the night before. We had Rural Route addresses assigned by the post office (before 911 and it's standardized address system). Putting our name and the city state and zip on an envelope was all it took to get a piece of mail to our mailbox that was a mile from the house down on the county maintained road. The grocery store was 30 minutes away, the bowling alley was 45 minutes and the closest movie theater was an hour and a half. Getting a ride into town was a way of life for many folks. Chances are when you stuck your thumb out you were going to know the person picking you up...

Today, however, Atlanta continues to push further and further north and with it the distrust and sense of fear the city brings with it. You'd be lucky to get someone to stop now. The only exception would probably be near the 3 or 4 Appalachian Trail road side parking areas where hikers regularly thumb it in to town. Picking up a disheveled looking, wild haired wanderer is still common practice there for us locals.

I would venture to say the 24 hour news feed and horror stories that make the rounds on the internet and social media these days have simply made people more fearful of things that, most likely, will never happen to them. The majority of folks are good-hearted people and aren't out to "get you". Violence sells almost as well as sex does though, so the media makes sure to talk up those events.

All that being said there are some scary things that you can pick up on the side of the road that didn't exist back then. Hipsters, vegans, cross fit junkies and even broverlanders....scary, scary stuff.
 
I understand, and sorta agree with the comments on the new 24 hour news cycle. But on the other hand, how many of us remember high school kids committing mass murder in the good ol' days?

Somewhere around here, I've got a book about a guy reminiscing about his life as an Alaska State Trooper. He grew up in NYC, and remembers being a member of a high school rifle team, and riding the subways with his uncased .22 target rifle without drawing so much as a funny look, much less questioning by the police.

As the great poet/philosopher Dylan observed, "The times are indeed changing."

Lt. Colonel Dave Grossman, author of the highly influential book ON KILLING, has just released a new work called ASSASSINATION GENERATION: VIDEO GAMES, AGGRESSION, AND THE PSYCHOLOGY OF KILLING.

https://www.amazon.com/Assassinatio...6072&sr=8-5&keywords=Dave+Grossman+on+killing
 
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