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The Fall Of A Culture In One Minute Ten Seconds

It’s all here, in this one video. The complete explanation for the last three years, and more. Sound on for the full horror:

I have been informed by Experts that the noise accompanying the video is “music.” This is scarcely plausible, given it sounds more like a fire broke out at a robot factory at which the workers were stoned out of their minds and couldn’t escape the flames, but I am not inclined to disagree with Experts, so music it must be.

But if it is music, then the time left to us must be very short indeed.

Anyway, here, in case they are deleted, are some of the top responses to the video.

literally every weather expert says you should NEVER walk through flood waters

1. It could be electrified
2. It could be deeper than it appears
3. It only takes 6 inches of moving water to knock you down and sweep you away
4. It could carry harmful debris

Literally every weather Expert. NEVER. Danger! Danger! Danger!

Another:

Those being cautious vs the guy wearing sandals walking through potential polluted sewer water.

The matriarchal Safety First! cult has committed unmentionable sins with the cult of Science, the two producing the mutant child you see here. Deference to Experts, no matter how indefensible Expert opinion is, with the toxic femininity of avoiding anything that even hints of danger.

I hope you were wearing your mask when you read that. And have had at least your third booster, all while social distancing. Wash your hands when you’re finished. Do you have any idea what could be lurking on your keyboard?

We, most of us, have surrendered completely to the Safety god. The chief tenet of this religion is that all risk can be eliminate through proper scientific study, and through vigilant control by Experts—who are those, I remind us, with expertise and credentials but employed by the regime to give them cover.

Doubtless worry that there could be anything in that water was in those kid’s minds. Whether it caused them to freeze in horror is not clear, for there is also the Expensive Tennis Shoes Theory.

[Woman] Generation gap is not the reason it’s expensive shoes vs ordinary slippers.

[Man] Those kids were afraid of getting their shoes and socks wet. The other guy had flip flop on.

[Man] One has sandals on, the others have shoes they’d rather nor get wet and ruin. So they think about how do do that….bet you also say nothing upsets you, but these two seem to really push some buttons for you

[Man] The kids are using sneakers and the guy uses sandals. Why damage the good sneakers?

[Man] Older guy was wearing flip flops and there was less water on the surface where he entered the cross walk…I took this too seriously, didn’t I?

Why are kids wearing such expensive tennis shoes? Shoes that can’t get wet? Does no one recall the purpose of shoes?

Even if the shoes were expensive, the remainder of their outfits is cheap crap. Cheap ugly barely utilitarian crap. A bare step over wearing nothing at all. Everywhere everybody goes about satisfied to look ugly.

The last major theme was this:

Prime example of older people thinking they’re better than young people whoever tweeted this

This is because the older man was better than the younger men.

As confirmed in this popular video:

The grip of the matriarchal effeminate toxic femininity scientistic cult of the Expert will only tighten.

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  1. I think if I had new shoes on, I would have taken them off before crossing to keep the wife happy.

    BUT, if they had their PPE gear they could have crossed more safely, because … Fauci. And we all know, if you question Fauci, you question SCIENCE.

    Nice music.

  2. Oh this was a good one.

    I know this will sound curmudgeonly, but kids aren’t kids anymore. I was born in 1956, we went outside and played in, on, and around everything. Yes of course it wasn’t SAFE. We got dirty and were greatly AT RISK. We were, however, part of our environment.

    My grandkids always have to have their tablet close by. That is their environment.

  3. Thou doth protest too much. The music, while certainly not my style, is far from sounding “like a fire broke out at a robot factory at which the workers were stoned out of their minds and couldn’t escape the flames.” And while I wholeheartedly agree that those two “kids” are poster-boys of the decades long-game of effeminacy grooming males, your purist stance has more holes than Swiss cheese, regarding your question, “why are kids wearing such expensive tennis shoes?” Far be it for me to claim the title of ‘historical expert’, but I remember vividly, children of the 60’s, 70’s, and even some of the 80’s, acting the same way with the popular, albeit far cheaper, popular sneakers of that time…..Chuck’s & Ked’s, we miss you. Especially when they were that (NEW) pair you received (if lucky) right before a new school year started, and would be wearing for the next year at a minimum, until you received the next pair right before school started again. And as Dad and Mom would remind me, especially Dad, to not tear them up and abuse them, because that was it for the school year AND next summer.

  4. Right on, Jerry!

    Man. . . as kids, my pals and I would have stomped back and forth most of the day in that water with our Pro Keds on. We’d be soaked all over, not just our sneakers.

    The sneaks would go sloosh-squish all the way home. Mom would shake her head, but in an understanding way.

  5. Wow, great comments here. Where I grew up, before they put in all the concrete arroyos, the monsoon rains would cause water to come flooding into our streets, gutters and allies. Time to get out and play, mostly barefoot or in rubber thongs or canvas sneakers, and see how far our paper boats would go before winding up in a storm drain. I ruined the face of my Raggedy Ann, accidentally dropping her in gutter in front of our house.

    Look at the bright side, Briggs. For every video like this, there’s one of a twenty-something wearing a bat-suit while attempting to fly through a slot canyon.

    In my view, even worse than young people hesitating to get their feet wet (likely to preserve their over-priced shoes), is them wearing face masks when they don’t have to. Mask mandates have had their intended effect.

    The trick is discerning what is SENSIBLE aversion, based on level of risk. For example, strapping a mask across your breathing holes, which mask is proven to be a veritable Petri dish of toxic mold and bacteria, w/ the “surgical” ones laced w/micro-plastics and graphene fibers, and which has pores much larger than a virus, (in order to “stay safe” from a virus with a >99% survival rate anyway), is NOT sensible.

    On the other hand, stocking up on a few months’ worth of beans, rice, canned goods and so forth, is a form of SENSIBLE risk aversion, especially when you’ve got a bunch of crazy bastards doing things like taking our farms out of production, shutting down our energy plants, and opening our southern border to military-age foreign nationals from all across the globe.

  6. All those those boys need is a four hour stint on the clam flats in hip boots
    with a fast tide coming in.

  7. While Not NORMALLY my cup of tea, there’s definitely something that attracts The song doesn’t offend at all – I wanted to find out more … it’s brilliant if not beautiful

    Ooh Aah (My Life Be Like)
    Grits
    A Christian rap song featuring acclaimed Christian artist tobyMac, this was made famous for being featured in The Fast & The Furious: Tokyo Drift.

    The song is built around the idea that day-to-day Christians often find themselves looking to God for help but not even having words to express what they need and want, leaving them with only groans (“ooh”s and “ahh”s) to appeal to God. This idea is described by Paul in Romans 8:26:

    Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.

    [Intro]
    My life be like
    Ooh-aah (Yeah)
    Ooh-ooh, my life be like (Yeah)
    Ooh-aah, ooh-aah (Yeah)
    Ooh-ooh
    Ooh-aah (Yeah)
    Ooh-ooh, my life be like (Yeah)
    Ooh-aah, ooh-aah (Yeah)
    Ooh-ooh, my life be like
    [Chorus]
    It’s times like these that make me say
    Lord, if You see me please come my way
    Leaving bread crumbs for when I stray
    Rely on sacrifice and the price You paid
    Feel me like a fingertip (Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip)
    Sometimes I fall, I slip
    My heartfelt desire: be more like You
    Try not to quench Your fire with the things I do
    [Verse 1: Coffee]
    I’m on an island by my lonesome stranded (Yeah)
    Low key and staying candid
    Reflect on all the things I try my hand at
    Search for the equations to persuasions I’m used to
    Finding comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to
    A mountainous fountain, spinning, and monsooning
    Grinning it’s high octane, explosive how I came
    Rolling down hills cause life’s a hassle
    Encircled by my folly like a moat surround a castle
    Stay afloat, catch a second wind, thin is the air I breathe
    Teary-eyed, nose running, wipe the snot on my sleeve
    I’m calling on the Savior to be all that I need
    Please forgive me, my behavior had me lost at light speed
    [Chorus]
    My Life be like
    It’s times like these that make me say
    Lord, if You see me please come my way
    Leaving bread crumbs for when I stray
    Rely on sacrifice and the price You paid
    Feel me like a fingertip (Fa-finger tip, fa-finger tip)
    Sometimes I fall, I slip
    My heartfelt desire: be more like You
    Try not to quench Your fire with the things I do

  8. Another child of the 50s here. Yes, we played *outdoors*, in the mud, rain, hiked in the woods, swung on vines, caught ‘mudbugs’, spiders, ants, whatever. Just be sure you got home before sundown, which meant be aware of predators, which included the two-legged kind.

  9. When the storm drain overflowed at the bottom of my street, it would make about a two-foot deep pool. We’d get our bikes, start at the top of the hill and ride down into it as fast as we could. Fun times.

  10. Jerry and cdquarles–yeah, me too. Man, the ’50s to ’70s was a great time to be a kid.

  11. The problem here is obvious!

    THEY WEREN’T WEARING MASKS!

    If they’d been wearing masks they would have, like, ultra-safe! But noooooo, no masks and so it’s no wonder they were scared. They actually should have moved 6 ft. away from that obvious White Supremacist who crossed right in front of them with no protection whatsoever.

    My God ANYTHING COULD HAVE HAPPENED!

  12. The forties and very early fifties: Wheeling our dollies in the sprinkling rain … roller skating with satiny blue ribbon around my neck on which was my skate key … playing with Katinka our Samoyed … playing “baseball” and croquet in our yard … often morning Mass … finding bird feathers in the grass … watching clouds forming figures in the sky … no tv …. listening to radio programs like Bobby Benson of the B Bar Riders …. making fudge and popcorn with Dad …. watching slides of ocean vacations and watching Mama bake … hanging the washing in the basement and roller skating between the sheets … squealing at spiders and watching ants … listening to operettas on phonograph records …. playing Cowboys and Indians on the backs of the living room chairs … and more. Sooo glad that up to eleven years old, we had no TV …. imagination was the entertainment, plus nine sisters and brothers, and Mom and Dad!!

    Perhaps not exactly in line with article, but was fun to write.

    God bless, C-Marie

  13. Briggs: ”The complete explanation for the last three years…”

    That’s a Protestant and a Catholic terrified on the corner while a Jew struts by like he owns the sodden street.

  14. Ann Cherry: “For every video like this, there’s one of a twenty-something wearing a bat-suit while attempting to fly through a slot canyon.”

    Totally agree. Briggs is such a cranky boomer.

  15. They had a lot of factors to weigh: new shoes, vile swamp-infested waters, etc.

    The aspect I find fascinating is that they NEVER decided what to do.

  16. In our neighborhood when it rained really hard we would rush out of our homes, trying to avoid the angry growling dogs with gun shot wounds, and we would put children in baby carriages and send them hurtling down the hill towards the main road and if one of the carriages hit an Idlenot Dairy Truck the other kids would have to buy the lucky winner an ice cream from the Good Humor Ice Cream Truck Driver as soon as he was paroled from prison for pedophilia.

    We were tougher back then than the kids of today.

  17. I ran marathons for a couple decades–and the running shoes were probably more expensive than the leather shoes I wore to the office (suit & tie profession). Running in the rain, and through such as on the video, was the reason for owning several pairs so they could dry out before the next use.

    Whether leather shoes or athletic shoes, it’s pretty hard to wreck them, even if soaked through. Stuff ’em with newsprint or similar non-absorbent material to maintain shape and place near a low heat source. Leather shoes on a shoe tree works fine.

    The teens dilemma was probably concerned about getting yelled at by their parents.

  18. Vsrmont Crank, I remember those days — walking six hundred miles to school through raging blizzards, tornadoes, hurricanes, and firestorms, being shot at by FBI agents, dodging pedophiles and trannies, just to get an education in a one-room schoolhouse lit by a whale oil lamp. We never complained. We learned our ABCs from ancient scrolls, did our math on abacuses and slide rules, and read our history in the original Greek and cuneiform tablets. We never had any food. Or water. And the outhouse was six miles away over a smoldering lava field. But we didn’t mind because we were tough. And crazy as a box of bugs. Those were the good old days.

  19. I’ve had cellulitis in my legs. It’s God’s way of saying he doesn’t like us.

  20. The problem is obvious…

    !!!CLIMATE CHANGE!!!!

    The government NEEDS to do SOMETHING!

    There are no rights I’m unwilling to give in exchange for whatever that SOMETHING is!

    We should lock people into their homes based on the weather forecast. No unessential outdoor activity until the storm passes! Rain warnings from the National Weather Agencies should buzz people’s phones loudly giving them ample warning to seek shelter.

    How many lives will we manage to save by implementing these policies?

    We need a model!

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