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I simply cannot take it anymore!

They both hate each other really.. that’s my point!
 
There was a time "Truth" was black & white... But words have been twisted & the "Truth" has become another Lie... I feel allot changed with Bill Clinton's saying "I'm going to say this again: I did not have sexual relations with that woman" And depending on how you saw that sez allot about how you use words.... Black & White all turned fuzzy gray that day....
 
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There was a time "Truth" was black & white... But words have been twisted & the "Truth" has become another Lie... I feel allot changed with Bill Clinton's saying "I'm going to say this again: I did not have sexual relations with that woman" And depending on how you saw that sez allot about how you use words.... Black & White all turned fuzzy gray that day....
I agree because, “It all depends on what the meaning of the word ‘is’, is.”
 
Also wondering how many of the members handled starting out growing up without electricity, running water inside toilet, heating oil and lived in a log house. 1956 we finally got electricity. You could say that anyone that grew up with the modern convenienceies
the 70`s and later had it really easy. Didn’t know much about napha (sp)gas coal oil lamps. I assume that all military folk could have survived.
Every generation is different. How many young people aren’t really good at cursive writing.
 
Also wondering how many of the members handled starting out growing up without electricity, running water inside toilet, heating oil and lived in a log house. 1956 we finally got electricity. You could say that anyone that grew up with the modern convenienceies
the 70`s and later had it really easy. Didn’t know much about napha (sp)gas coal oil lamps. I assume that all military folk could have survived.

Every generation is different. How many young people aren’t really good at cursive writing.
1960. Started school in a one room school house
in rural (boonies) Minnesota. The school bus that
picked us up and brought us home, was a 1940
Buick. It seemed to never get stuck, even in
two feet of snow', and amazingly it had
managed to survive 20 years of Minnesota's
brutal winters.
There were grades 1 thru 12 comprising 15 kids.
I still remember the pot bellied stove in the middle
of the room. Both seniors chopped the firewood.
And walking past the coat room, a heavenly smell
of home made bread from everybody's lunches.
If one didn't learn the curriculum, they were held
back until they passed. No one wanted to fail.
Back then, it was an embarrassment. And I
attribute that to my parent's generation. My dad
was a veteran of the Korean war.
 
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1960. Started school in a one room school house
in rural (boonies) Minnesota. The school bus that
picked us up and brought us home, was a 1940
Buick. It seemed to never get stuck, even in
two feet of snow', and amazingly it had
managed to survive 20 years of Minnesota's
brutal winters.
There were grades 1 thru 12 comprising 15 kids.
I still remember the pot bellied stove in the middle
of the room. Both seniors chopped the firewood.
And walking past the coat room, a heavenly smell
of home made bread from everybody's lunches.
If one didn't learn the curriculum, they were held
back until they passed. No one wanted to fail.
Back then, it was an embarrassment. And I
attribute that to my parent's generation. My dad
was a veteran of the Korean war.
In 53 we had no Christmas, if it wasn’t for my grandmother sending $25 for ‘presents’ we wouldn’t have had any food either. So a lot of us old folks know what it’s like to have nothing. Now I won’t throw anything away till it’s useless, bad in a way, clutter. But now I appreciate it all.
 
In 53 we had no Christmas, if it wasn’t for my grandmother sending $25 for ‘presents’ we wouldn’t have had any food either. So a lot of us old folks know what it’s like to have nothing. Now I won’t throw anything away till it’s useless, bad in a way, clutter. But now I appreciate it all.
I'm reluctant to throw things away too. In the 50's we didn't have much either and remember my mom would gripe at me for tearing a hole in the knee of my jeans while she was patching them. It wasn't long before I wasn't standing around while she was getting out her sewing box! The iron on ones didn't hold up for long so she would sew the patch in. I think the iron on patches were a fairly new thing about that time? Got one pair a year or until the old ones got too tight to wear and they all had patches on them...
 
Come on Man, we all walked to school in the snow.... uphill, against the wind, both ways....... Geeeezuz, what happened in here
 
Just wondering if you happen to have daughters or granddaughters or your friends do. Would you make the same statement about them?

Oh, As if you were never humiliated by adults in your younger days? Come on Man! Congratulations on not being a responsible adult and teach the young ones nothing but making them bigger, ignorant pussies than they already are!
 
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