“The society of late twentieth century America is perhaps the first in human history where most grown men do not routinely bear arms on their persons and boys are not regularly raised from childhood to learn skill in the use of some kind of weapon, either for community or personal defense – club or spear, broadsword or long bow, rifle or Bowie knife. It also happens to be one
of the rudest and crudest societies in history, having jubilantly swept most of the etiquette of speech, table, dress, hospitality, fairness, deference to authority and the relations of male and female and child and elder under the fraying and filthy carpet of politically convenient illusions. With little fear of physical reprisal Americans can be as loud, gross, disrespectful, pushy, and
negligent as they please. If more people carried rapiers at their belts, or revolvers on their hips, It is a fair bet you would be able to go to a movie and enjoy he dialogue from the screen without having to endure the small talk, family gossip and assorted bodily noises that many theater audiences these days regularly emit. Today, discourtesy is commonplace precisely because there is no price to pay for it.”
The above illustrates why I am quite selective in my ventures among the great unwashed. I have an archaic sense of propriety in many things. (While, yes, being quite common in others, agreed.) I am amazed at the rapid decline in manners just in the last 15 years. It is frightening to consider what might come in the next decade.
Much else in my most brief review was quite interesting – esp as his concerns were raging even in 1993. Worth a visit even if only for that brief moment of, “Yes, I remember that, too…”
As for this evening’s delights? I decline to wade in that…septic pool of utter foolishness. I know people state that if one doesn’t participate, one cannot complain. I take the opposite stance in that we who abstain are the ONLY ones who have a right to complain. I asked nothing of you or them but to live, earn, produce, and someday die.
I don’t pretend to be wise enough to come up with alternatives. I don’t have all the answers. I just know what is so obviously broken can never be cobbled together like some sort of Frankenstein creature and be expected to function as intended.
Still, may you be pleased in what comes – that my wish to you all. But it needs a skald. So that it can be told and retold.