'57 vs '13

SHould compare Vegas over same two eras.

Although there was no disciplinary action taken,
........... a few weeks ago it was on the Boston news
that a small boy brought a toy "gun" from a GI Joe action figure to school.

Rick

The point of the story was how utterly ridiculous it's become in the world we live in now, everything's blown way out of proportion(farts included). If a person can't see that, that's part of the problem and really sad.

J

I still remember taking a WWII Luger pistol to "show and tell", probably about 1955. The war souvenir had the holster, and shoulder stock, and I believe my uncle obtained it "new" from a crate somewhere.

In today's society, I'd be in jail until Hilary completed her second term and granted me a pardon.

Most of those in today's society could not make it in the society of 1957. In 1957 people were responsible, law abiding, citizens who were proud to be American citizens. There was no welfare, people showed respect to others, they knew how to dress themselves like a human being.Today it seems all we have are whiners and excuse artists who blame everyone but themselves when they do wrong. The most amazing thing to me is that those in today's society think they have all the answers and that they are smarter than everyone who lived before them, while in reality, they are being led around by their noses as their chosen leaders destroy everything that made America great.

Who are you suggesting it can not be seen?

Back in the 50's if you got in trouble at school you prayed the nuns/teachers didn't call your parents.You would get punished at school and again when you got home.

Scenario 9 - Little Johnny fucks up in school.

1957 - Johnny's dad beats the mortal shit out of him for whatever it was he did wrong. Johnny grows up feeling inadequate, eventually committing suicide. Johnny's father doesn't attend the funeral and tells everyone that will listen that his son was a loser anyway.

2013 - Johnny is sent for remedial tutoring in his weaker subjects and receives counseling for the abuse he is receiving at home. Johnny is taken out of his abusive home and put in foster care. Johnny eventually graduates with honors and starts a happy family of his own. Johnny's father lives to be a bitter old man and dies alone, Johnny attends the funeral and forgives his father for his shortcomings.

Beating a child into submission doesn't always work - and it can often leave deep, lasting scars.

Shortly after little DonDiego graduated Elementary School [There was no ceremony, like today. Little DonDiego just went to 7th Grade the next year in a different building on the other end of own.] he became interested in making his own rockets.

There was a company in Colorado, Estes Corp., which sold kits with one-time-use rocket engines to power them. That was cool, but shortly thereafter little DonDiego wanted to make his own rocket engines. So he did some reading and found out just how to do it.

He ordered some chemicals from a mail-order firm, . . . including lamp black (powdered carbon), powdered sulphur, and saltpeter (potassium nitrate), and an organic-compound which served as a binder. This is of course the recipe for gunpowder. DonDiego sent a USPS Money Order and received all the ingredients in the mail a week or so later. No questions, no delay, no inquisition, no cops alerted, no Feds knocking on his door.

Ahh, . . . those were the days. DonDiego made some pretty nifty rockets, . . . and more powerful than what the Estes Corp. would provide back then too. They flew pretty well. And sometimes he made things that didn't fly, . . . but they did make a very loud noise, sorta like a big firecracker. That was cool too.
And sometimes the rockets would carry the "firecrackers" a few thousand feet high were they be expelled and set off at altitude. That was cool too.

Anyway, the chemicals provided hours of fun, and injuries were fairly uncommon and usually not very severe. No property damage except for an occasional, and immediately extinguished, grass fire.

So little DonDiego survived, and matured [at least as much as he was able to], and went on to earn two engineering degrees, and become a rocket scientist.

Hmm, . . . if things were "regulated" then as they are now, DonDiego would've never got to make his own black powder and rockets and firecrackers.
And his interest in rocketry may well have fizzled away. And he might well have become a no-account drifter, or a con-man, or a crooked gambler, or some other sorta neer-do-well, . . . and drunk himself into a stupor, and died from chronic liver disease at a young age, . . . not to mention disappointing his Mother.

Damn Government!

[Oh, . . . for the record, little DonDiego would never have put black powder in a glass bottle as Johnny did; that is very dangerous. One could put an eye out with that. DonDiego explosives were contained in paper-board cylinders or paper wrappers.]

Hyperbole is fun.