A-men, Brother Farcewon! And a great choice of original song. Five bonus lives. Speaking of which, these kids can FIND a bonus life... just by walking out the door.

excellent commentary....it used to be you had to have an imagination to play.....now its all spelled out for ya

I'll second that A-men.

"more the lion, than the lamb" so True, but very sad indeed, about how our ' young ones' are digressing in spirit & dignity . . .

That is just the way it is today - even worse than when they had television during the Fifties. Take the kids to a desert island and let them discover nature and learn to interact.

Truer words, AFW... ;-)

I couldn't agree more....

Thanks, everyone for voting and commenting

Very nice AFW, 2Eagle. . .we can't do that though--we might be accused of 'child neglect':)

I can only chime in with all the others and agree. We disgruntled parents can and should just say NO, and exercise our virtual authority.

AFW - Great parody to a very classic sixty's song that I know well. Excellent write to a refreshing OS. I prefer my 16 year old playing electronic games as opposed to being in gangs or worse - do the things I did as a kid growing up:

I don't know what is worse. What I did as a kid or what the kids are doing today. I had for my playground a real railroad and a real coal mine. At the mine we used to play "Hollywood Stuntman". Our favorite "stuntman" gig was done on the roof of a three sided galvanized steel framed shack with a pot belly stove in the center that the guys who loaded up the railroad coal cars used to keep themselves warm in during the winter. We would get the pot belly stove so hot using coke, (not the nose kind and not the kind you drink) a byproduct of coal that burns extremely hot that is used to make steel. We would then fill an aluminum bucket full of oil that was stored for recycling at the mine. The pot belly stove was so super heated that it was red and wavy as it neared its melting point. One at a time we would get to the roof of the shack from a hillside on the back side of the structure. We would then pour the entire bucket of oil down the stove pipe. The resulting fireball went to about 100 feet in the air. We would then jump through the flame to the ground behind the shed. The steel roof forced the flames to shoot outward before they shot upward thus sparing us from instant incineration and conflagration. We did this hundreds of times and no one was ever even slightly hurt. Not even a sprain jumping from the roof. The trees around that shed did not fare as well. They all got kind of really singed and burnt like. This was not the most dangerous thing we did. Some of the stuff we did involved blasting caps and dynamite. Our video games were real.

Holy crap, Guy! It sounds like you are a future Darwin Award winner. KIDS! Do not try that at home!

Thanks, Guy...just caught this late...Wow!..hope nobody was near the potbelly at the time...they'd certainly get warm..Quite a tale..none of my youthful exploits could match that...We did play in a tall grain elevator in this small farm town on Sunday's, when nobody was around. We'd ride the dumb-waiter type inside elevator up and down,..once, when we had too much weight on it, it dropped from the top mighty fast, hitting the wood floor with a loud crash..knocked us off our feet, dust everywhere, boards crashing down around us..but, nobody got hurt