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KAJUN wrote:

hillsy wrote:It's a good thing you "right wingers" finally learnt how to make memes or else this thread would just have a few titties in it.

It's an improvement on the other shit, that's for sure [emoji106]

Again, trolling because you're........

You two either need to get a room, or go for a ride.

For we older ones that still remember these hard but good times. Today how we appreciate what we learned which makes us the good caring people we are today.
for nostalgia....
A POEM: ‘THIS WAS US’
A little house with three bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.
We only had a living room
Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set
And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips
That tasted like a chip.
And if you wanted flavor
There was Lipton's onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare because
My mother liked to cook
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker's book.
Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play
We all did things together –
Even go to church to pray.
Sometimes we would separate
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car.
Get a baseball game together
With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball –
And no game video.
Remember going to the store
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?
There was a time when mailed letters
Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store.
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
The model and the make.
They didn't look like turtles
Trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls, fins
And really had some style.
One time the music that you played
Whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
Called a forty-five.
The record player had a post
To keep them all in line
And then the records would drop down
And play one at a time.
And why would boys put baseball cards
Between bicycle spokes
And for a nickel, red machines
Had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier
Slower in some ways
I love the new technology
But I sure do miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we
And nothing stays the same,
But I sure do love to reminisce
And walk down memory lane.
With all today's technology
We grant that it's a plus!
But it's fun to look way back and say,
HEY LOOK, GUYS, THIS WAS US!

The answer to that last question is yes. It's the democratic way to do things.

One of the voters who voted for Obama worshiping him at his memorial fountain in Europe.

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