The pussification of our country
I’m a firm believer that the Pussification of our coutry has begun. We’ve been creeping towards it for the last 15 years or so. Bicycle helmets being mandatory, Turkey Bacon, Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas, vegetarians and their evil siblings vegans.
There was a couple in Washingston State, or Oregon (one of those hippy states) who refused formula for their new-born….instead giving the baby nuts and berries. She refused to breast feed the baby because that would be against her vegan believes. Stupid Turds! The hospital took the baby from the mother to ensure his survival.
Biking for me as a kid/young adult was fun, exhillirating, it was some of the first times where you feel like you’re out in the world alone. You were your own boss until the street lights began to come one, then time to head home. Never did I strap a helmet onto my head. Even when I was older and would ride single track through the hills in South Carolina. No helmet. Part of learning how to ride a bike is learning NOT to fall onto your head. I know that a car can just swerve out and hit someone, or another freak accident. But for the most part kids, nowadays, are on paved, flat bike trails where you pass on the left after giving a verbal warning to whoever you are coming upon. BOOOORRRRIIIIIIIIIINNGGG. Me and my friends were like a bike gang, all over the neighborhoods, down to the creek to burn shit. I front flipped one time when I hit a cable box that I didn’t see. BOOM, right over the handle bars. I laughed, dusted off my husky-sized jeans, pulled my pants back up and started riding again.
Everywhere I go now I see helmets and elbow pads and wrist guards. I was a perpetual scab when I was growing up. My knees, my elbows and the palms of my hands were usually in some stage of the healing process. And I’m a better person from that. Learning that “although an elbow takes longer to heal, the palms of the hands hurt 5 times more! And you use your hands for EVERTYHING”…….That’s just life.
Sometimes you just get hurt, and you scar, you get a cast and you get over it, enough said
