According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were
kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's or even the early 80's, probably
shouldn't have survived.
Our baby cots were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and
when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a
special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. Horrors!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank fizzy pop with sugar in
it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no
one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then
rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into
the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we
were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all
day. No cell phones. Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at
all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal
cell phones, personal computers, or Internet chat rooms. We had friends!
We went outside and found them.
We played cricket and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there
were no lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and
learned to get over it. No guns, no knives.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and
although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked on the door,
or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Local football teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those whodidn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. No lawsuits.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they failed a grade and
were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors! Tests were not adjusted for any reason or any persons. Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion
of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and
responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're
one of them!
Congratulations!!
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On the subject of regulators I felt the same until I read this - please take time to read it, it certainly made me think:
"Here's something to put your mind at ease. The federal government payroll in the United States includes 150 bureaucrats whose job is to measure the space between the mattresses and railings on bunk beds.
While the rest of America is busy making things people can use, these squadrons armed with rulers launch surprise raids on furniture stores hunting for the latest threat to society: the killer child bed.
If a railing is even half an inch off the specification in their rule book, the bed is removed.
Never mind that the industry issued its own strict, voluntary safety standards. So far, the bureaucrats have saved us from 513,000 'criminal' beds, costing manufacturers nearly $100 million. That's Version A. Now try Version B.
One evening in May 1994, James Mayernick and his wife found their visiting nephew, Nicholas, hanging from the top cot of a brand new bunk bed. When the boy struggled to free himself, the railing pushed his head into the mattress. The gap between rail and mattress, an inch more than allowed, permitted his body to slip through but not his head.
Nicholas suffocated - the fifty-fourth child to die trapped in bed rails before the government campaign.
So which version tickles your fancy? In the Version A world view, the US has become America the Panicked, where self-serving lawyers have created a lucrative industry of scaremongering, hunting down dangers that are rare or non-existent. The result, say Version A advocates, the deregulators, is the mushrooming of giant bureaucracies whose sole effect is to hog-tie business with nitpicking regulations.
I won't deny it. America, which touts itself as the land of unfettered capitalism, has the world's most elaborate, pervasive, rule-spewing system of regulating private industry.
American government agencies such as the Consumer Product Safety Commission - the bed police - have exploded to a scale unimagined in Europe. For example, the UK has 265 nuclear plant inspectors. The US, with not many more operating plants, has 4,000.
And for good reason: America tried hoping the market would reward enlightened producers and drive out rogues. Not a chance.
The bed that killed the Mayernicks' nephew was manufactured by El Rancho Furniture of Lutts, Tennessee, long after the industry published its own voluntary standards.
How did America become headquarters for world capitalism and the society with the tightest constraints on private industry?
It all goes back to the beginning of the nineteenth century, when Andrew Jackson ran for President on a platform of outlawing that dangerous new legal concoction... the corporation.
Jackson and his ally, Thomas Jefferson, feared this faceless, heartless creature made of stock certificates rather than people, which could not be held accountable personally for their evils before courts or mobs. Jackson's manifesto said: 'Corporations have neither bodies to kick nor souls to damn.'
President Jackson could not stop the corporate dreadnought. Instead, he established regulation. The reformers argue that we no longer need the reams of rules and the phalanx of agency inspectors. Enlightened corporations now understand the long-term advantage of protecting the public interest voluntarily.
Oh, please. Catalina Furniture of California resisted the government order to recall 5,000 of its bunk beds despite a report that, as well as the Mayernicks' nephew, a child aged three was caught between mattress and rails. The firm argued that action was unnecessary because the child survived.
Recently I was nauseated by a full-page advert run by Mobil Oil, soon to be Exxon-Mobil, topped with the headline: 'Two of the Safest Ships Ever Built'. It announced the launch of a new double-hulled oil tanker which, trumpets Mobil, could 'have prevented most of history's collision-caused oil spills'.
Indeed, it would have. However, Mobil-Exxon PR men, preening in their double-hulled self-congratulations, fail to mention that in the Seventies the oil giants successfully sued the government of Alaska, blocking a law requiring they use double-hulled ships. As a direct consequence, the single-hulled Exxon Valdez destroyed 1,200 miles of Alaska's coastline.
Mobil-Exxon now sees the light - but only because, after the great spill, Congress, under public pressure, rammed the double-hull rule down Big Oil's corporate throats.
Today, the Jacksonian compact is under assault, not just from Republicans - we expect them to be craven toadies to business interests - but from Vice-President Al Gore. The public knows little about Gore, but our corporations do. He's their guy, pushing a programme called, 'Re-Inventing Government', which all but dynamites Jefferson's head off Mount Rushmore.
Gore has repackaged all the hate-the-government blather which once spewed from Newt Gingrich. But his tirades against red tape and goofy rules mask a more treacherous agenda. The Veep's latest re-invention would permit industry to 'peer review' any new government regulation.
This would add new levels of bureaucracy, procedural delay and red tape. But it accomplishes the goal of General Motors and Alliance USA, a business lobby that devised the plan for Gore, to choke off tougher safety and environmental rules. Alliance USA members have given a total of $113m to political campaigns in the last three years.
There are omens that Gore's regulatory reform bug has blown across the Atlantic to infect New Labour. The Orwellian anti-government rhetoric has certainly arrived. The Department of Trade and Industry's regulatory department has been re-christened the department of deregulation.
And, little noticed in Tony Blair's Cabinet reshuffle last summer was the political beheading of Nigel Griffiths, Consumer Affairs Minister, whose plan for a US-style consumer product safety commission was dangerously off-message.
And the message is: this Government does not like government. Back in the States last week, I spoke with one of the little bureaucrats with a ruler, CPSC inspector Robin Ross.
Measuring bed rails 'is one of the things I like best' about the job, she says. It is a break from her main chore, taking evidence from families of children hanged, sliced, drowned and burned. Sometimes, when her day is done, 'I just sit in my car and cry'.
I asked her about the best-selling book, The Death of Common Sense: How Law is Suffocating America. The author, Philip K Howard, Gore's deregulation guru, is fond of jokes about government agents 'who even measure the number of inches surrounding a railing'.
Robin acknowledges the need for a second look at rule-making. But she notes that it wasn't the law that suffocated Nicholas Mayernick... "
Greg Palast - article for the Guardian.
"Here's something to put your mind at ease. The federal government payroll in the United States includes 150 bureaucrats whose job is to measure the space between the mattresses and railings on bunk beds.
While the rest of America is busy making things people can use, these squadrons armed with rulers launch surprise raids on furniture stores hunting for the latest threat to society: the killer child bed.
If a railing is even half an inch off the specification in their rule book, the bed is removed.
Never mind that the industry issued its own strict, voluntary safety standards. So far, the bureaucrats have saved us from 513,000 'criminal' beds, costing manufacturers nearly $100 million. That's Version A. Now try Version B.
One evening in May 1994, James Mayernick and his wife found their visiting nephew, Nicholas, hanging from the top cot of a brand new bunk bed. When the boy struggled to free himself, the railing pushed his head into the mattress. The gap between rail and mattress, an inch more than allowed, permitted his body to slip through but not his head.
Nicholas suffocated - the fifty-fourth child to die trapped in bed rails before the government campaign.
So which version tickles your fancy? In the Version A world view, the US has become America the Panicked, where self-serving lawyers have created a lucrative industry of scaremongering, hunting down dangers that are rare or non-existent. The result, say Version A advocates, the deregulators, is the mushrooming of giant bureaucracies whose sole effect is to hog-tie business with nitpicking regulations.
I won't deny it. America, which touts itself as the land of unfettered capitalism, has the world's most elaborate, pervasive, rule-spewing system of regulating private industry.
American government agencies such as the Consumer Product Safety Commission - the bed police - have exploded to a scale unimagined in Europe. For example, the UK has 265 nuclear plant inspectors. The US, with not many more operating plants, has 4,000.
And for good reason: America tried hoping the market would reward enlightened producers and drive out rogues. Not a chance.
The bed that killed the Mayernicks' nephew was manufactured by El Rancho Furniture of Lutts, Tennessee, long after the industry published its own voluntary standards.
How did America become headquarters for world capitalism and the society with the tightest constraints on private industry?
It all goes back to the beginning of the nineteenth century, when Andrew Jackson ran for President on a platform of outlawing that dangerous new legal concoction... the corporation.
Jackson and his ally, Thomas Jefferson, feared this faceless, heartless creature made of stock certificates rather than people, which could not be held accountable personally for their evils before courts or mobs. Jackson's manifesto said: 'Corporations have neither bodies to kick nor souls to damn.'
President Jackson could not stop the corporate dreadnought. Instead, he established regulation. The reformers argue that we no longer need the reams of rules and the phalanx of agency inspectors. Enlightened corporations now understand the long-term advantage of protecting the public interest voluntarily.
Oh, please. Catalina Furniture of California resisted the government order to recall 5,000 of its bunk beds despite a report that, as well as the Mayernicks' nephew, a child aged three was caught between mattress and rails. The firm argued that action was unnecessary because the child survived.
Recently I was nauseated by a full-page advert run by Mobil Oil, soon to be Exxon-Mobil, topped with the headline: 'Two of the Safest Ships Ever Built'. It announced the launch of a new double-hulled oil tanker which, trumpets Mobil, could 'have prevented most of history's collision-caused oil spills'.
Indeed, it would have. However, Mobil-Exxon PR men, preening in their double-hulled self-congratulations, fail to mention that in the Seventies the oil giants successfully sued the government of Alaska, blocking a law requiring they use double-hulled ships. As a direct consequence, the single-hulled Exxon Valdez destroyed 1,200 miles of Alaska's coastline.
Mobil-Exxon now sees the light - but only because, after the great spill, Congress, under public pressure, rammed the double-hull rule down Big Oil's corporate throats.
Today, the Jacksonian compact is under assault, not just from Republicans - we expect them to be craven toadies to business interests - but from Vice-President Al Gore. The public knows little about Gore, but our corporations do. He's their guy, pushing a programme called, 'Re-Inventing Government', which all but dynamites Jefferson's head off Mount Rushmore.
Gore has repackaged all the hate-the-government blather which once spewed from Newt Gingrich. But his tirades against red tape and goofy rules mask a more treacherous agenda. The Veep's latest re-invention would permit industry to 'peer review' any new government regulation.
This would add new levels of bureaucracy, procedural delay and red tape. But it accomplishes the goal of General Motors and Alliance USA, a business lobby that devised the plan for Gore, to choke off tougher safety and environmental rules. Alliance USA members have given a total of $113m to political campaigns in the last three years.
There are omens that Gore's regulatory reform bug has blown across the Atlantic to infect New Labour. The Orwellian anti-government rhetoric has certainly arrived. The Department of Trade and Industry's regulatory department has been re-christened the department of deregulation.
And, little noticed in Tony Blair's Cabinet reshuffle last summer was the political beheading of Nigel Griffiths, Consumer Affairs Minister, whose plan for a US-style consumer product safety commission was dangerously off-message.
And the message is: this Government does not like government. Back in the States last week, I spoke with one of the little bureaucrats with a ruler, CPSC inspector Robin Ross.
Measuring bed rails 'is one of the things I like best' about the job, she says. It is a break from her main chore, taking evidence from families of children hanged, sliced, drowned and burned. Sometimes, when her day is done, 'I just sit in my car and cry'.
I asked her about the best-selling book, The Death of Common Sense: How Law is Suffocating America. The author, Philip K Howard, Gore's deregulation guru, is fond of jokes about government agents 'who even measure the number of inches surrounding a railing'.
Robin acknowledges the need for a second look at rule-making. But she notes that it wasn't the law that suffocated Nicholas Mayernick... "
Greg Palast - article for the Guardian.
Glad you took time to read it mate - certainly not as easy to digest as one od OneNations offerings. Greg Palast is a very clever and principled man. I don't agree with all he has to say but he certainly gets the swede working and offers a different view. Here's his website:
http://www.gregpalast.com
I've experience of working with energy companies (like Enron) an on them he is just about spot on. Hope your lad's cracking on.
http://www.gregpalast.com
I've experience of working with energy companies (like Enron) an on them he is just about spot on. Hope your lad's cracking on.
Glad you took time to read it mate - certainly not as easy to digest as one of OneNations offerings. Greg Palast is a very clever and principled man. I don't agree with all he has to say but he certainly gets the swede working and offers a different view. Here's his website:
http://www.gregpalast.com
I've experience of working with energy companies (like Enron) an on them he is just about spot on. Hope your lad's cracking on.
http://www.gregpalast.com
I've experience of working with energy companies (like Enron) an on them he is just about spot on. Hope your lad's cracking on.
Thank you for the link, I shall peruse.
Another Yank of interest Michael Moore, not to everyones taste perhaps!
www.michaelmoore.com
Another Yank of interest Michael Moore, not to everyones taste perhaps!
www.michaelmoore.com
Yep, I think they're from the same stable - love 'em or hate 'em we need people like that around.
On an interview with Palast he said that he was from the 'Chicago' school of economics (Milton Friedman, Margaret Thatcher's guru) and when he felt like rebelling, a union leader told him to stop f*****g about with his Mao beeds, get a suit on and get in there and find out what these c**ts are up to.
On an interview with Palast he said that he was from the 'Chicago' school of economics (Milton Friedman, Margaret Thatcher's guru) and when he felt like rebelling, a union leader told him to stop f*****g about with his Mao beeds, get a suit on and get in there and find out what these c**ts are up to.
Hmm...Michael Moore is a very intelligent guy but sometimes I think he is straddling a fine line between exposing some nasty truths and wallowing in conspiracy theories. These type of people get so much stick by the public in general but in my view they are absolutely vital in keeping some sort of tab on governments and protecting the public from wholeheartedly buying everything they are told. I think Michael Moore was involved in a video called Unprecedented (check out www.unprecedented.org) which convincingly claims that the Presidential elections were rigged to cancel several thousand Democrat votes, enough to swing the whole election. Some of the claims by a large number of individuals are shocking. And of course, people will say it's all in the past, but imagine what sort of world we could be living in, had Gore come to power. I seriously doubt there would have been a second Gulf War and, regardless of my own opinions, several hundred deaths. Makes you think.
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i wasn't alive in any of those decades metioned at the top but it does make you think. most of my generation don't do things like go out with mates, me including but i can't help thinking what it was like, back "in the good old days" . And about michael moore has anyone read stupid white men? no offence to anyone here but i totaly agree with his views on George Bush he was finishing what his precious daddy strted pff. The day old george leads the coalition in to battle is the day i join him, and that aint going to happen!
No offence meant to anyone by the way.
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Going back to what Dan said. the elections have to have been rigged. They found advanced subliminal messaging in an election broadcast by G.Bush. The amount of recounts there were anything could have happened.
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Go back in time....
Before the Internet or the Apple Mac....
Before semi-automatics, joyriders and crack....
Before Sony, SEGA or Super Nintendo....
Way back....
I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park. The corner shop.
Hopscotch.
Butterscotch Skipping. Handstands.
Football with a stone, an old Coke can or a football in desperate need
of pumping up. Jumpers for goalposts.Swapping bikes. Fingerbobs. Beano,
Dandy, Buster and Twinkle. Roly Poly.
Hula Hoops. Jumping the stream, building dams. The smell of the sun
andfresh cut grass. Bazooka Joe bubble gum. An ice cream cone on a warm
summer night from the van that plays a tune. Chocolate or vanilla or
strawberryor maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball with the bubblegum at the
bottom.
When curly wurly's were as long as your arm and wagon wheels as big as your face.
Remember.... Watching Saturday morning cartoons....short commercials,
The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Tiswas or Swapshop?,
Banana Splits and Why Don't You? - or staying up for Doctor Who after
Saturday tea.
When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere. Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky
fingers.Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro. Climbing trees.
Building igloos out of snow banks. Walking to school, no matter what the weather
Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
Being tired from playing....remember that?
When the second worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
And the worst was having the opposing captains argue about who had you
last time. Swapsies.
When water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Football cards in the
spokestransformed any bike into a motorcycle. Choppers and Grifters.
I'm not finished just yet.....
Remember....
Eating raw jelly. Mr Freeze ice pops. There were only three types of
trainers - girls, boys, and Dunlop Green Flash - and the only time you
worethem at school was for P.E.
You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents. It wasn't
odd to have two or three "best" friends.
You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas eve.
When nobody owned a pure-breed dog. When you still saw the occasional
bit of white dog-crap.
When 25p was decent pocket money and a 10p mixture would buy more than
two sweets. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a shiny penny.
When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got there.
How it was"magic" when dad would "remove" his thumb.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at
a realrestaurant with your parents.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him, or use him to
carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate
thatawaited a misbehaving schoolchild at home.
Remember when....
Decisions were made by going "Ip Dip Dog Shit". "Race issue" meant
arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was
the banker in Monopoly. 48k seemed like an enormous amount of computer
memory.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to someone of the
opposite sex all day.
It was unbelievable that "British Bulldog" wasn't an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
Nobody was prettier than Mum.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking drugs meant
orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. It used to snow. Older
siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up"
life...
I DOUBLE-DARE YOU!!!
Before the Internet or the Apple Mac....
Before semi-automatics, joyriders and crack....
Before Sony, SEGA or Super Nintendo....
Way back....
I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park. The corner shop.
Hopscotch.
Butterscotch Skipping. Handstands.
Football with a stone, an old Coke can or a football in desperate need
of pumping up. Jumpers for goalposts.Swapping bikes. Fingerbobs. Beano,
Dandy, Buster and Twinkle. Roly Poly.
Hula Hoops. Jumping the stream, building dams. The smell of the sun
andfresh cut grass. Bazooka Joe bubble gum. An ice cream cone on a warm
summer night from the van that plays a tune. Chocolate or vanilla or
strawberryor maybe Neapolitan or perhaps a screwball with the bubblegum at the
bottom.
When curly wurly's were as long as your arm and wagon wheels as big as your face.
Remember.... Watching Saturday morning cartoons....short commercials,
The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Tiswas or Swapshop?,
Banana Splits and Why Don't You? - or staying up for Doctor Who after
Saturday tea.
When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like
going somewhere. Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings. Sticky
fingers.Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro. Climbing trees.
Building igloos out of snow banks. Walking to school, no matter what the weather
Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.
Being tired from playing....remember that?
When the second worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
And the worst was having the opposing captains argue about who had you
last time. Swapsies.
When water balloons were the ultimate weapon. Football cards in the
spokestransformed any bike into a motorcycle. Choppers and Grifters.
I'm not finished just yet.....
Remember....
Eating raw jelly. Mr Freeze ice pops. There were only three types of
trainers - girls, boys, and Dunlop Green Flash - and the only time you
worethem at school was for P.E.
You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents. It wasn't
odd to have two or three "best" friends.
You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas eve.
When nobody owned a pure-breed dog. When you still saw the occasional
bit of white dog-crap.
When 25p was decent pocket money and a 10p mixture would buy more than
two sweets. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a shiny penny.
When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got there.
How it was"magic" when dad would "remove" his thumb.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at
a realrestaurant with your parents.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him, or use him to
carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate
thatawaited a misbehaving schoolchild at home.
Remember when....
Decisions were made by going "Ip Dip Dog Shit". "Race issue" meant
arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was
the banker in Monopoly. 48k seemed like an enormous amount of computer
memory.
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to someone of the
opposite sex all day.
It was unbelievable that "British Bulldog" wasn't an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
Nobody was prettier than Mum.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking drugs meant
orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true. It used to snow. Older
siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up"
life...
I DOUBLE-DARE YOU!!!
Once A Borderer Always A Borderer
WOW, absolutely brilliant.
Even though I aint from your generation, that poem (or story) made me feel there.
Very good mate. Did you make that yourself or copy and paste from somewhere?
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