Unintended benefits:
War is hell. Vietnam was a quagmire. The draft was unfair to those with lesser means, and some paid the ultimate price.
For me. I thank God it happened.
I shudder to think where I would be today.
But for hundreds of thousands of directionless young men back then, it was a life changing experience.
We learned to "get our shit together" and function under enormous stress.
We came to realize that life was not a video game.
We watched our soft, flabby bodies harden up and become resilient.
We learned to take accountability for our actions and take instruction.
When I look around at all the aimlessness and navel gazing that goes on today, I think how lucky I am.
We didn't have "teen takeovers" and we didn't have to wonder how many genders we were talking to.
Yeah, war was hell, but it had a payoff.
So you're having trouble in your marriage. You are desperate to hold it together, so what do you do?
You make an appointment with your parish priest.
A single, celibate man who has never paid the emotional price for leaving the toilet seat up.
And the best part? He thinks he can help.
They're out there, folks. :)
I grew up with these kids. I did time with them. I went to war with them, and I don't recognize any of these behaviors.
These "teens" are closing the door on any future opportunities life might have in store.
Black leadership has told them they can get away with anything.
But they won't.