I was sent an interesting article to read Time to Reboot America. The author had some very valid points, our cell phone service sucks, our internet connects are poor at best and our mass transit systems are deplorable. He asked a question “If we’re so smart, why are other people living so much better than us?” – that stopped me in my tracks. We are NOT “so smart”. We have allowed ourselves to be dumbed down to the point the rest of the world is breezing by us.
It has become politically incorrect to let our children compete. We don’t keep score anymore, no one wins, no one loses. How on earth are our children going to learn how to compete in a world that is smarter than them if they can’t even play dodgeball? No one’s feelings are allowed to be hurt anymore. We have raised a generation of spineless jellyfish that think the world owes them everything and whine when they are told to take out the trash.
Generation Whiner is real – just take away your kid’s video games or cell phones then make them get up and do something. How the hell are kids like this going to compete in the real world?
Next up Generation BO – where this country is going to be rebuilt from the bottom up. Please tell me, when was the last time a grocery store clerk was able to provide you with a steady job? With a herd mentality you gleefully shouted “Yes We Can”, now you tell people “Yes We Did”, the only problem is you will be too stupid to understand “What You Did”.
I totally agree with you. People think my husband and I are cruel because we intentionally attempt to keep our children “unplugged.” Sure they have an Ipod, Playstation 2, we have TVs, DVD, VHS, etc. But they do not spend all of their time on these things. All things in moderation. Due to our wonderful springlike weather lately, they’ve spent more time outside playing with the gifts that God gives us than they have the gifts they got for Christmas. We also make them do chores, eat their veggies and go to bed at a decent hour. They don’t whine and complain because they know there is no option B.
Love your rants.