Back in the old days...

(I got this from my father, who got this from my cousin... this is just SO true!)

If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up...

What with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning...
Uphill both ways through year 'round blizzards ...
Carrying their younger siblings on their backs...
To their one-room schoolhouse, where they HAD to maintain a Straight-A average despite their
full-time, after-school job at the local textile mill...
Where they worked for 35 cents an hour just to help keep their family from starving to death!

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids... about how hard I had it, and how easy they've got it!

But...

Now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.

You've got it so easy!

I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!

And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves!

There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter....with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3s or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to go to the damn record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and f@#* it all up!

You want to hear about hardship? You couldn't just download porn! You had to bribe some homeless dude to buy you a copy of "Playboy" at the 7-11! Those were your options!

We didn't have fancy s#it like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your boss, your mom, a collections agent, your drug dealer, you didn't know!!! You just had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy Sony Play station video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like "Space Invaders" and "Asteroids" and the graphics sucked ass! Your guy was a little square! You had to use your imagination! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win, the game just kept getting harder and faster until you died... just like LIFE!

When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy sat in front of you and you couldn't see you were just screwed!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 20 channels and there was no onscreen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning... D'ya hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK, you spoiled little bastards!

We didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove ... imagine that! If we wanted popcorn... we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop and shake it over the stove like an idiot forever.

That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy.

You're spoiled, you guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980!

(And to think... nobody's brought up cellphones yet!)

(Blogger's note: the real author of that little rant is unknown at this time. It could be George Carlin. It could be Neal Boortz. It could be anyone... If you know who actually gave that little rant, let me know and I'll be happy to post the true author's name on it.)