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My man! :thumbsup:
As many/most people do when reminiscing about their favorite era, I *choose* to remember the cool things about the Go-Go 80's, while forgetting about the negative and bad things. It was my generation's version of the Roaring 20's. That's how I remember it anyway. The music was shaking off the shittiness of the 70's. Superficial as it may have been, people took pride in how they dressed, and didn't walk around looking like hobos. Porn chicks were glamorous and tattoo/piercing free.
Just some tidbits:
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And our song:
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But like every great party, at some point, the music ends and the hangover begins... and the pendulum swings to the other side. So now we have political correctness to a sickening extreme (complete with safe spaces, where adult babies cry about their self-created, make believe problems), porn stars and models that look like they just crawled out of a barrel of ink, music that makes my ears cry, metrosexuals with man buns, people pretending to be races and genders that they're not, politicians that make me want to move to another planet, electric self-driving cars that protect pedestrians while Zelda and Mitzi text each other from their respective driver's seats and digital money that you can't spend and you can't even touch. Screw this! Take me back, man!
Well, whatever. When they eventually roll my ass into
the home and my dementia sets in, I'm going back to the 80's. Senna never died. The IRL was never created. Christy Canyon never aged. Magnum P.I. is still on the air. And I'm going to stay there... staring out into space with a big ass smile on my face. Just leave me be. I'm OK.