Interesting fact: The US is one of only 4 countries with a drinking age as high as 21. The other three are Indonesia, Mongolia and Palau. Nice company.
Interesting fact: The US is one of only 4 countries with a drinking age as high as 21. The other three are Indonesia, Mongolia and Palau. Nice company.
I’ve never understood how this country can send 18 year olds off to war, but won’t allow them to sit at a bar and enjoy a beer when they come back nor allow them to carry a concealed weapon to defend themselves. It’s shameful.
No no no! It’s time to RAISE it. Most kids are moving back in with the parent. The Health Care Act lets you be covered under your parent’s health policy until you are 26… We need to make the drinking age 27. Immdiately. And no grandfather clause. It’s win win. What could go wrong?
What’s the drinking age in Indonesia? I’m actually surprised they have one, being the biggest Muslim nation in the world, I’m surprised they allow it at all.
But but… you can’t DO that… it’s for the CHILDREN… sigh… I’d rather see JT’s idea 🙂
Here you go, Alan: http://www.news.com.au/national/id-like-to-see-legal-drinking-age-lifted-to-21-says-kevin-rudd/story-e6frfkvr-1225828068038
We are so lucky in Oz that our nannies are going the other way! And it will save the children! It’s always for the children. There’s no need for anyone to accept personal responsibility for anything they do ever again. Hooray for politicians!
A tale of two families;
One family treated their son with respect in regards to his limits regarding adult choices. This family allowed their underage son alcohol on occasion under adult supervision. The son has never felt the need to binge drink or engage in other risky behavior.
Another family chose a different way to raise their son. This boy was told NO, no alcohol, NO heavy metal music, NO NO NO! This family’s son walked a path of binge drinking and other risky behavior. Rebellion was rampant in this boy. And while the first family’s son tested his parents limits on occasion, the second family’s son constantly fought against the heavy handed authority of his parents with disastrous results.
The first family was mine. I never felt the need to sneak off and drink. All I had to do was ask my parents. Within reason, they allowed me the occasional beer or wine.
The second family was my best friend growing up. I watched how his father attempted to reign in his son. It made me appreciate my parents relative permissiveness even more.