Does anyone else remember those long-gone days of yore? All the boys used to run around outside with their Red Rider plastic rifles, their cap gun six-shooters, and all that other lovely stuff, yelling "Bang! Bang!" "I gotcha!" "No, you didn't, I got you!" And so on... I remember one kid who used to yell, "Dow! Dow!" (that was his idea of a gunshot sound)

My God, it was a different world then. You run around with a cap gun outside now and you are likely to be surrounded by a swat team in five minutes or less.

But...I notice that young boys are now hunkered down for hours in front of video screens upon which they massacre thousands of generic victims in a digital fantasy, complete with splashes of blood, grunts of paint, visuals of heads getting blown off...just by twiddling their thumbs. They get no exercise, they use no imagination, they just kill people vicariously.

So have we really progressed? I think not. I think we've regressed.

I'd much rather see them running around in the back lot, getting fresh air and exercise, and pretending to be Davy Crockett or Robin Hood or Crazy Horse or someone like that.

Darned right I would.

I regard the present forms of political correctness to be like a lace doily that has been fetchingly draped over a decaying corpse to try to make it look pretty. It fools people who don't look at it too closely.

Discuss to your heart's content...