At one point or another, we have all faced the same thing when we woke up. I sometimes miss the blissful ignorance of my youth, but I wouldn't trade it because it would mean we don't fix these problems or find and save these young ones. Can't afford to be blinded anymore or none of our kids will have a future except to be used as slaves, organ donors for wealthy, evil people, etc. The thing that woke me up about 10 years ago was reading The Last Circle by Cheri Seymour. And in researching things like the Finder's Cult and the cover up of child trafficking by our own three letter agencies even back then. There's a condensed version of The Last Circle online, if anyone is interested. https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/last_circle/1.htm
This is so true. I often think of the 70's as my personal "perfect time.' I had the best childhood in the world, the best parents, and life was so fun. But in retrospect I can see that the evil already had a major foot hold. But at least most people still believed in things that are now "right wing extreme." And if they didn't, THEY were the ones afraid to say what they really thought because they didn't want to be outcasts. People said Merry Christmas, believed in God, believed that men and women were inherently different and that the differences were a good and holy thing. Whatever they thought about abortion they knew it was a tragedy, not something to celebrate. What a weird world it has become, in such a short time.
Same. I was in high school in the 70's. I remember the first Earth Day and how TPTB had us convinced we were going to die in the coming Ice Age. The opposite of what they say now. But we were safe biking all over town and generally, playing outdoors with our friends all day without adult supervision. By the time our youngest came along, kids couldn't do that anymore. It wasn't safe We lived in Cali then and the cartels had taken over the gangs, sending young men to join them so they could be used to push the drugs. The gangs became more dangerous with the new members coming from Mexico. Murders and drugs became more commonplace. We lost people who were innocent but were killed in the crossfire of rival gangs. When two young men were murdered walking home two blocks from us one evening by two drunk illegals who had been driving around town shooting at people all day, that was the last straw. We're now in the rural PNW.
At one point or another, we have all faced the same thing when we woke up. I sometimes miss the blissful ignorance of my youth, but I wouldn't trade it because it would mean we don't fix these problems or find and save these young ones. Can't afford to be blinded anymore or none of our kids will have a future except to be used as slaves, organ donors for wealthy, evil people, etc. The thing that woke me up about 10 years ago was reading The Last Circle by Cheri Seymour. And in researching things like the Finder's Cult and the cover up of child trafficking by our own three letter agencies even back then. There's a condensed version of The Last Circle online, if anyone is interested. https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/last_circle/1.htm
This is so true. I often think of the 70's as my personal "perfect time.' I had the best childhood in the world, the best parents, and life was so fun. But in retrospect I can see that the evil already had a major foot hold. But at least most people still believed in things that are now "right wing extreme." And if they didn't, THEY were the ones afraid to say what they really thought because they didn't want to be outcasts. People said Merry Christmas, believed in God, believed that men and women were inherently different and that the differences were a good and holy thing. Whatever they thought about abortion they knew it was a tragedy, not something to celebrate. What a weird world it has become, in such a short time.
Same. I was in high school in the 70's. I remember the first Earth Day and how TPTB had us convinced we were going to die in the coming Ice Age. The opposite of what they say now. But we were safe biking all over town and generally, playing outdoors with our friends all day without adult supervision. By the time our youngest came along, kids couldn't do that anymore. It wasn't safe We lived in Cali then and the cartels had taken over the gangs, sending young men to join them so they could be used to push the drugs. The gangs became more dangerous with the new members coming from Mexico. Murders and drugs became more commonplace. We lost people who were innocent but were killed in the crossfire of rival gangs. When two young men were murdered walking home two blocks from us one evening by two drunk illegals who had been driving around town shooting at people all day, that was the last straw. We're now in the rural PNW.