Yep, there was a time when we could ride in the back of a pickup truck with all our friends down to the beach or the river. A time when you could catch a baseball at a Yankee game and not get taxed for it. A time when the interior of cars looked like this beast I found just outside of Woodstock. A time when Woodstock itself was not just rich country club people who once knew Levon Helms lawyer in Manhattan and thus feel connected to hippie culture so they live on the golf course here.
Below are two frustrating news stories that just seal the deal that we as a nation are no longer bad asses. We have become a fat sick nation of sheep who let “the man” run our lives. The future is crappy electric cars that go a little further than a golf cart before running out of juice, complete with crappy plastic interiors. Also, this bleak future will not contain lemonade stands with happy children pouring the sugary goodness into dixie cups for a quarter, and if they do, they will have to witness their first sad visions of 1984 style bureaucracy as they accompany their parents to city hall to get a license for something that should be a damn birthright for Americans. People will throw their home run baseballs back on the field, and probably not even get pay checks any more, rather, hand them over to the government in exchange for some GMO food rations.
You mess with the lemonade stands and baseball, you mess with everyone of us! Please read these below and face the shame. Stare it right in the eye and ask yourself if you can abide lemonade stands being shut down by the heat?!