Do you remember the word “wholesome?” What are some things in life that you would describe as wholesome?

Brown paper packages tied up with string

i cant think of any

The white grapefruits I ate this winter were wholesome.

Tea and toast on a rainy evening writing a letter to your pen pal

NO you idiots above me! Family shows were wholesome.

Drinking an American Budweiser and railing against the j...

Oh yes, penpals. That method of communication was an intimate art form.

Fauci and the Swamp are whole fascist commie globalists who need extermination

Andy Griffith show

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

Yes, going to the post office for their limited edition stamps to adorn the envelope.

Someone here are GLp educated me a few years ago that there was change in American TV broadcasting where an effort and decision was made to get rid of all the wholesome shows and replace them with divisive political crap.

Thats when the poisoning and brainwashing began.

circles

holes in general

holes in some privates

holes in some first lieutenants

You got to be crazy, gotta have a real need
Got to sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
Got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently down wind and out of sight
You got to strike when the moment is right, without thinking
And after a while you can work on points for style
Like the club tie and a firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
Yeah, and in the end, you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control
You'll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows
The bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the stone
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Who was born in a house full of pain?
Who was trained not to spit in the fan?
Who was told what to do by the man?
Who was broken by trained personel?
Who was fitted with colar and chain?
Who was given a pat on the back?
Who was breaking away from the pack?
Who was only a stranger at home?
Who was ground down in the end?
Who was found dead on the phone?
Who was dragged down by the stone?

Ok that counts too

Lennon didnt help things either

That’s not Lennon

It’s roger waters pink floyd from the album animals

Remember Folsom?

Bar soap. Snips of fresh chive on your omelet right from the garden. A chicken walking across your yard looking for worms. A rope swing with a wooden seat. Someone strumming a guitar. The first moment your bare foot hits the grass in spring. Front porches.

Moms homemade bread, mr rogers, and church.

Think, show and check on the children, please.

Kids playing in puddles.

Casseroles, homemade cookies and baked treats, my dog and most important; my kids

What is wholesome?

Men being men, providing for and protecting women.

Women being women, caring for their husbands and children.

And ADULTS having sex with other ADULTS of the opposite sex and NOT attracted to children sexually.

Honesty. To self, and others.

A working class hero is something to be...




As for the OP... I was born in the 80s but what I miss more than most is growing up it felt like people were a community. People went out of their way to know the people on their street and everything felt closer together. Block parties in the summer seemed like an annual occurrence..then 9-11 happened and it was like all that stopped.

You rarely see that kind of comraderie in neighbors now even in the suburbs today...it's like subconsciously everyone realizes it's every man for himself now and we've divided ourselves against each other due to a lack of resources. It's quite sad.

I wonder if we'll ever live to see that kind of community again or if it was all just a one off by product of America being the only manufacturing base to survive WW2.

Things, traditions, and behaviors that promoted a healthy society that was united on cultural norms. No perversion, especially sexual perversion.

The uplifting and cherishing of children in their capacity as children, seen as the future and protected to reach their full potential.

The trees, the birds, anything natural. Real love, unselfish thinking, babies, chicken pot pie, hot chocolate, warmth, kindness, harmony, apples, camping , roasting marshmallows, fishing all night. Simplicity, another person calm and quiet and thoughtful. Guitar around a campfire. Sounds of a stream or creek. A hammock, genuine laughter, a light summer breeze. Plump juicy blackberries straight off the vine. The smell of honeysuckle. Warm homemade bread with butter. A smile and gentle nod out of no where from another person who understands you without saying a word. Wheat swaying in a field. A clear night filled with stars and a silvery moon. Fresh milk, a rooster baying , hearing a splash at a pond. Tire swings . Fireflies at twilight.

Last Edited by Music muse on 03/23/2022 05:25 PM