Rachel Southworth

I was born in 1961. Nobody had food allergies. There were no TRANS kids. I could ride public transportation without being set on fire. I could go to school without getting jumped. We played outside until the streetlights came on. Cartoons didnt try to turn us gay. Movies and TV shows didn't try to depress us about our lives. Families didn't break up over politics. You could say "Merry Christmas" without starting a war. A man was a man, a woman was a woman, and nobody pretended otherwise. Nobody lost their job or their home for merely stating biological facts. We respected cops, teachers, and the flag. Nobody was "offended" by EVERYTHING. And if anybody WAS offended by anything, it was THEIR PERSONAL PROBLEM, not a national crisis. Call me old-fashioned and outdated - but I really miss those days. I'd give anything to go back to BEFORE 24/7 cable news, social media doom-scrolling, and algorithm rage machines. Because tech turned families into enemies, politics into war, and every keyboard warrior into a lie-spreading narcissist. So Santa, if you're following me: All I want for Christmas is a global time machine. So we can get back to the glorious days of real community, actual news, personal responsibility - AND SANITY.