As rebellious as I can be, I'm a traditionalist at heart. One of my peeves among peeves is the disrespect of elders and authority figures. I think it's putrid and disdainful and we will reap what we've sown if we don't watch our mouths.
The family structure is severely fragmented and its disarray is at the heart of what I believe to be Americans' issues with authority. We can't expect people to view the government any differently than what they've experienced in their own families.
With all the role swapping going on in America these days, it's no wonder people have little respect for positions and titles. After all, what's a father anyway? And that's not to say that traditional family roles can't been adapted as our culture has evolved. But if we are going to be honest with ourselves, we must admit that we've allowed many fundamental principles to fall by the wayside.
Kids are calling their teachers cutsie nicknames and their parents "Joe" and "Suzanne". Sixteen year olds are being emancipated or excuse me, "divorced" from their parents. It's nightmarish.
The era of new-agey progressivism has infected our society with individualism and disregard. Commenter Glen brought up the idea of "children's rights" as being something of a stepping stone to the current lack of reverence for authority that is abundant in everything we do. I'm only 23, but when I was growing up, my parents always made it clear that as children, we had no rights. Sure we had the rights God gave us, but trust me when I say that was it. It sounds harsh, but it was a reality check for us.
I recall one time when I was around 11-years-old, I decided to buck up against the system and "run away". That was the first sign that I'd been at my white private school one day too long. Black kids don't do the whole running away bit. We knew better. (Caveat: All that stomping up the steps, slamming doors and running away from home crap is so cheesy-Full-House-sitcom-trite. If I ever slammed a door in my parents' house, they would remove it off the hinges on my behalf so they could watch me sleep) So when I made my declaration to abandon ship to my mother, she calmly replied,
"That's fine with me, but don't take anything you didn't buy".
Stuck I was, as there wasn't one flippin' thing in my possession that I truly owned. I laid my pride down and shut my mouth.
I caution us, if we continue to push the envelope by trying to pull the entire rug from under the traditional values coalition, we will not see a society that respects authority. As far as I'm concerned, there are direct correlations between the household and what we're after.
We had doors to our rooms, but we weren't allowed to close them unless we were getting dressed. And please believe my parents let us know they had the right to open that door to make sure that's what we were doing.
Embarassment.
Oh yeah, 1 Timothy 5:1-2 institutes sort of what you are talking about as far as people addressing adults and their peers appropiately.