This isn’t the first time that it seems everything around us is going bonkers. In fact, it happens all the time, generation after generation. The older one thinks the younger one is inferior and will destroy everything their elders have worked so hard to achieve.
My father used to say “the world is going to hell in a handbasket.” The phrase actually dates back to the Civil War. It still remains a commonly used phrase by many people, me included. And each one of us who has said it, thinks our times are worse than any others before us.
Currently, I see the handbasket being filled piece by piece with daily deposits from our dysfunctional world. Few from the recent generations before me seem to notice. Well okay, some do, but if you ask me, it appears one’s eyesight, or maybe I should say foresight, actually sharpens with age. Those younger than me have their eyeballs focused on the immediate “now” stage. Speed and instant gratification are the monikers they live by. They do not know the meaning of the word, “anticipate.” Looking ahead to avoid road blocks isn’t in their makeup.
God, I sound like my father. He would be proud. “See,” he’d say, “I tried to get this through your thick skull when you were younger, but you wouldn’t listen. You were too busy playing pong and listening to that raucus rock ‘n roll music.”
I was raised in a house of literature. My moter had more books than dishes, silverware, and stacks of laundry combined. Fact is, she loved to read and dispised housework. We actually went to the library every two weeks during which we would return books we borrowed—and had READ—and then sign out a new stack to take home. Remember The Book of the Month Club? My mother was a charter member. I have written 11 books. True, not too many people have read them, but you would think out of the 8 members of my immediate family every one of them would have read at least one or two of my books, if out of curiosity if for no other reason. Well, curiosity is another thing lacking in today’s kids. My grandson actually threw a full-throttled temper tantrum when I gave him book to read. “I don’t read books,” he screamed at me…and he’s 13!
He’s right, kids do not read today, except for the text messages they get on their phones. My arms ached with the load of books I had to carry back and forth from school. Today the kids have backpacks, but don’t expect to see books inside. Schools don’t give homework anymore. Most teachers poo-poo homework, saying it is meaningless and old thinking. Well, old thinking at least knows the difference between the Revolutionary and Civil Wars, something many kids today have problems explaining. I had 2-3 hours of homework every night. Homework actually helped reinforce what the teacher attempted to teach you in class. When I ask my grandchildren if they have any homework the anwser is always the same: “I did it in school.” “Then it’s school work, not homework,” I respond. Homework also taught discipline. Just because you physically left the classroom doesn’t mean you left school for the day. Funny, I used to be doing “homework” all the time even though I had left the office hours ago.
So here we sit with our world in chaos. Our life-long enemies are being hugged and kissed; climate change is placed in denial by those more full of wind than feeling it; people attempting to escape a hostile environment by risking their lives to come to our country now arrive to discover a new hostile environment; lies by our leaders have become acceptable and our Constitution—the support beam of this American house we live in—is being chipped away at or disregarded. But, that’s okay because we have Congress to keep things in check and a Department of Justice to enforce our laws and lock up the bad guys…oh wait, those things aren’t working the way they used to either. They seem to be disappearing. America has not been made great again.
OMG, there it is. I did it. I got political in my blog, something I swore I would not do because it only stirs up ugliness. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It’s just that I felt that more of us need to speak up now and begin doing something about this mess we’re in. It’s like 9-11 all over again, except now it’s the foundation of our democracy that may collapse, not just buildings. In fact, if you want to know what I think, I’d have to be honest…if things don’t change, I think we’re all going to hell in a hand basket.