Can You Remember the Real America?
When riots were unthinkable.
When you left front doors open.
When socialism was a dirty word.
When ghettos were neighborhoods.
When the Flag was a sacred symbol.
When criminals actually went to jail.
When you weren't afraid to go out at night.
When taxes were only a necessary nuisance.
When a boy was a boy, and dressed like one.
When a girl was a girl, and dressed like one.
When the poor were too proud to take charity.
When the clergy actually talked about religion.
When clerks and repairmen tried to please you.
When college kids swallowed goldfish, not acid.
When songs had a tune, and the words made sense.
When young fellows tried to join the Armed Forces.
When people knew what the Fourth of July stood for.
When you never dreamed our country could ever lose.
When a Sunday drive was a pleasant trip, not an ordeal.
When you bragged about your hometown and home state.
When everybody didn't feel entilted to a college education.
When people expected less and valued what they had more.
When politicians proclaimed their patriotism, and meant it.
When everybody knew the difference between right and wrong.
When things weren't perfect - but you expected them to be.
When you weren't made to feel guilty for enjoying dialect comedy.
When our Government stood up for Americans, anywhere in the world.
When you knew that the law would be enforced and you would be protected.
When you considered yourself lucky to have a good job, and proud to have it.
When the law meant justice, and you felt a shiver of awe at the sight of a policeman.
When you weren't embrassed to say that this is the best country in the world.
When America was a land filled with brave, proud, confident, hardworking people.
When All Americans Spoke One Language And Those Who
Didn't Know The American Language.. Learned It!
When "Pot" was used to cook dinner in.
When "Coke" was a drink in a glass bottle.
When "Acid" was what you put in a car battery.
When "Crank" was the old guy next door.
When a "Hit" was what you got in a fight.
When "Crack" was those lines in the sidewalk
that you stepped over so you wouldn't
break your mothers back.
When"Sniffing" was what you did when you had a cold.
When "Snorting" was sounds from a horse.
When a "Joint" was the bar down the street.
When a "Reefer" was the appliance you put food in to keep cold.
When "Cocaine" was used by the dentist when he pulled your teeth.
When a "Dealer" was the guy who dealt cards in a card game.
When "Rock" was a stone you saw on the ground.
When "Weed" was what you pulled up in the garden.
When a "Dime bag" was a bag of candy you bought at the store.
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Where are those days again, I remember them well, and wish and pray they would come back all the time.
I am still and always will be PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN.
I thank the Good Lord, everyday, that He has let me live another day.
America started down hill when God was no longer part of life, and wont come back till they let HIM in again. For without God.....we are nothing.
America started down hill, when a generation decided their kids would have it all, because they didnt. {Material things} They were not given what they needed the most...decipline, love, respect, and sense of family.
America started down hill, when the simple respectable life no longer existed.
America started down hill, when both parents decided to work outside the home and ignore their kids, that they handed everything to, to appease them for the lack of being there for them.
The MOLD needs to be broken, or it will continue
The "HAVE TO HAVE IT ALL" needs to stop, or we breed the same for the future, and it is scary.
The calling of NERDS, because you want the simple and not the glorious and gaudy, needs to stop.
Until God is put back in life, and prayer is back in life........we are nothing and we really have nothing.
Only then will we be the "LAND OF THE FREE" AGAIN
TO THINK THAT WHAT OUR MEN AND WOMEN FOUGHT SO HARD FOR AND DIED FOR, WAS NOT IN VAIN.
AHi4853775 Adds:
I would just like to say THANK YOU BILL (Billotpt) for provoking these thoughts. I am also guilty of not thinking like this too often, and I need to. I guess my mind works the best when I first get up and am glad I got the chance to reflect on this subjuct again. To reflect on God, and Country, that I love more than life itself.
GOD BLESS THE
USA
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