Some of you know me IRL, some only from here on ENWorld, some from other boards, and a few from all three.
I was raised by my father. A man who joined the Army the same day the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. His grandmother came out of the house and informed all the men on the farm that "Them damned Nips just bombed us. You boys go sign up, if you come back, I'll kill ya." And the old woman was serious.
I spent a LOT of my life locked up or in the front leaning rest position. First at home underneath the unflinching (but fair, constant and logical) discipline of my father. I did something wrong, I paid the penalty.
I remember being paddled, bare assed, with a wooden paddle, by a principal in grade school. The backs of my hands have scars from the edge of a ruler in mlitary school where I spent my summers.
I have manners. A lot of them.
I say sir and ma'am. I hold open doors, I allow ladies to go first, I smile at children, I help people who have broken down, I've carried groceries, etc.
But I'm a mean, nasty, rude son of a bitch when treated with rudeness.
But here's why I think so many people are rude.
They can get away with it, and it makes them feel cool, special, and badass.
On TV, it's the rude, sarcastic assclown whose the darling of the show. Usually an ignorant retard who puts down the polite and educated costar, and also gets the chicks.
Vulgarity is seen as being better than politeness. Only geeks or nerds are polite, the cool guys are rude and sarcastic.
Plus, they know no matter what they say to you, thier chances of getting a sock in the grill is neglible.
I punched a person in the mouth for calling my wife a foul name and said: "Not your god, [female dog]." after the first word, which started with a C, ended with a T, and wasn't CAT beacuse he sneezed and she said: "Bless you.". He was absolutely SHOCKED that I would do that, since he did it in front of my kids, disrepected my wife, and made a rude gesture.
His shocked observation was: "What was that for?"
He honestly had no clue why I felt vulgarity and profanity in front of my children aimed toward my wife was unacceptable.
You may say that my right to swing my fist ends where your skin begins, but your right to run your mouth ends when you disrespect me or mine past bearing.
But those of you that know me, know I'm gentle, nice, polite, kind and am quick to lend a helping hand.
Rudeness is on the rise, because it's free, and has no repercussions, and is cool.
Plain and simple.
And nobody is willing to stop it.