30 Comments on “TikTok Door Kick Challenge”

  3. FAFO! Whatever happened to pranking people by lighting a bag full of dog shit on fire on people’s porches ringing the doorbell and running like hell before they could catch you. Kids will never learn, they still do stupid shit just like we did except now it can get them killed for being dumbasses goaded on by their ne’er do well buddies who triple dog dare them into doing stupid shit. Every good mom’s advice of “if all your friends jumped off of a bridge because it’s the cool thing to do and you listen to their bad advice then you deserve being a dumbass.” Or words to that effect.

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  6. As a teenager, I worked for a company that cleaned out old apartment buildings of valuable items before they were demolished. They were built in the later 1800s and early 1900’s and usually had great old growth wooden doors, paneling, fixtures, etc. When the doors weren’t wanted, we’d close them all and then kick them all open. Got pretty good at it. (Ah, the good old days.)

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  7. I expect participating challengera to have a high attrition rate, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

    Aside: It’s very accommodating of them to video record their own criminal activities, saving investigative time and money and no end of problems for defenders.

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  8. Make ’em think twice.
    Instal a sliding gun port in your front door.

    Oh Wait-A-Hold-it!
    In order to think twice, you need to be able to think at least once!
    Maybe this won’t work after all….

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  12. @AbigailAdams — Of course, you’re right. On a moral level, any senseless death is tragic. But on a societal level, some are more tragic than others. In any case, my preference would be for the stupid kids to grow up and learn not to do stupid and dangerous things.

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  14. Geoff,
    My elder brother and his friends actually did that flaming bag of poo to deserving neighbors – the whole bit of doggy do in a paper bag in a pile of dry leaves set on fire on the top of the stoop. Those neighbors had the corner house and the boys managed to hide in another neighbor’s garage and watch the whole scene. Those boys could really run, ha !

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  20. Uncle Al — I know you didn’t mean that stupid kids should die from their stupidity.

    Our society is suffering greatly from our own inattention. So many of our youth — whom we have repeatedly and emptily claimed is our nation’s future — are growing up feral, without the benefit of noble rites of passage. What is worse is that our children (in the impirical) are left leaderless by several generations of aging “adults” whose primary pursuit is to hold onto their own childish youths; a lot of selfish people who cannot comprehend the vital role they should be playing in raising succeeding generations.

    The Greatest Generation and the one before it fought two world wars. Those who came back – for good and ill — were men and women, in the best sense. Those who kept the home fires were wives who were girls, but made women by their roles as mothers.

    Since then we have let the foundations of organizations who were helping our children — Boy and Girl Scouts, churches, public education — rot off those foundations. Birth control ushered in “free love” and the government became “father” to both black and white households.

    Rites of passage. Yesterday, boys joined neighborhood gangs and girls got pregnant (despite birth control dispensed in the public schools). The urge for adult development is in the limbic system and cannot be denied. What is denied is that in the absence of the wisdom and practical guidance of those who came before them, children will invent a game called “growing up”, and it will take whatever form they think will get them there.

    Today the rite of passage is to skip the bloom of adulthood, skip middle age, and shoot straight to the realm of nihilism. Only the very old and the terminally sick (of heart) would live as though none of their tomorrows matter. Today we have Tik Tok dares and hook-ups with strangers, and abortion as birth control. These are the current rites of passage our children have imagined for themselves.

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  22. One Halloween when I was about 10 (1963) living in Ephrata, Wash. while out trick or treating we ran into an old guy who didn’t like trick or treaters (get off my lawn, you damn kids, scram!) who was peppering kids with rock salt from out of a shotgun. Fortunately, we didn’t get hit. I still wonder if anyone called the cops on that grumpy old fart.

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  24. geoff – I too had a similar situation back in the 60s. Almost exact as a matter fact! On the dead-end street behind our house (where most of my friends and I played) there was a nasty OLD man who lived on the 2nd floor of a duplex. He would yell at the kids playing on the street and the neighbors, even knock on front doors and yell at them for various things included their “God damn” cats. “I don’t want to stick my finger into your CAT SHIT in my garden” The neighbors called the police on him a number of times. The nasty, venal old fart was a loud, angry nuisance who would yell at us kids about his grass and throw rocks at halloweeners from his upper porch.

    When I was in 9th or 10th grade the big art project was to make large, paper mache (Amazonian) masks and paint them. These things were pretty big, like 3 1/2 feet tall or so. That is what I carried around for halloween that year. Turned it was also a great shield for his rock throwing. I just laughed at him as they bounced off my mask/shield which only pissed him off all the more!

    Anyway we eventually caught on to his pattern of going to Masons once a month on Thursdays and coming back about 11P drunk. There were two rocks painted silver on either side of his driveway. After he left for Masons one evening a few of us moved the left rock driveway distance over to the right of the right rock. When he came home he pointed his Oldsmobile right in between the rocks like usual, hit the brakes and turfed his pristine lawn! Of course he got out and started yelling a blue streak and the cops were called. When they showed they just looked at the sutuation and laughed. Looks like you got what you deserved and drove off. We were hiding in the brush across the street and almost gave ourselves away by laughing about it!

    Years later, as an adult, I told my parents about it and laught about it too. I found out they and the neighborhood all had the same opinion of this bastard. Coincidentally he had a last name that fit him to a tee… which will remain unmentioned here.

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  28. Harry, that was also back when cops had a sense of humor. We should’ve got into a lot more trouble than we did back then because they cops generally were more lenient and would let you off with a warning or let your parents take care of it. A couple of friends in our mid-teens and I hid my girl cousins small Mini Cooper by lifting it up and hiding it in a hedge across the street from my house as a prank. She called the cops that her little car was stolen, and the cops came to my front door and asked me, “OK, so where did you hide the car” and I had to show them where the car was, they let us off with a warning and laughed at our prank and drove off. My cousin wasn’t very happy with me for a while, and I still remind her of that story all these years later. She also bought me a case of Olympia beer the night that I graduated from HS in June 1971 and then promptly left me at the Safeway checkout and walked off leaving me to pick the beer up by myself in front of everyone and embarrassed the hell out of me. Everyone in the checkout line knew exactly what was going on and didn’t say anything.

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