I Don't Understand

I don't understand.......
        * Preschools and daycares that "don't use negative language" around their charges. Can't say "no", "don't do that", "stop that".  The civilized world is full of nos, don'ts, and stops... of boundaries and limits to behavior.  When are children supposed to learn those limits, boundaries and words?
       *  The rudeness I see in so many people of my generation. A sense of entitlement. A lack of basic tact and civility.  Just because I am over 60 doesn't change the way I should behave toward others.  I am sick of people who take up the entire space in a grocery aisle and are put out when I say "excuse me" to get by. I am tired of seeing senior citizens glare at the giggles of teens, the loud laughter of toddlers.... anyone who is expressing their joy in life.I love the sound of laughter...from anyone of any age.
       *  The sudden explosion of mass killings in this country.  The nursing home victims, the Binghamton massacre, the church killlings in several places and the killing of police officers on both coasts.  The 2nd Amendment is outdated when it comes to handguns and assault rifles and the NRA needs to shut up about our rights to won such weapons. No one hunts with handguns and assault rifles unless they are hunting down other human beings.  When will we learn?
      *   The attacks on breast feeding mothers in the media.  Breasts were meant for feeding babies. They were not created as sexual objects.  With the article I saw yesterday on the presence of rocket fuel in baby formula(http://www.upi.com/Health_News/2009/04/03/Rocket-fuel-component-in-infant-formula/UPI-50271238774876/), scares the hell out of me. As an adoptive mom, I had to use formula but it did not contain all the chemicals in the seventies that are present in formula now.  Women who make the choice to breast feed should be supported... it is safe, it is economical, and it is the best protection a mom can provide her baby.

I used to wonder why my parents mourned the safety and sanity of their pasts. I now understand.  More and more I understand that, and less and less I understand the world around me.