Spankings need to be brought back!

When I was growing up, I was a wild child. I was crazy, self-absorbed, and destructive. I remember, clearly, discovering, at a young, that it was possible to break bricks; especially patio bricks. I made this discovery at the expense of my parents patio in our house in Michigan. I thought this was the neatest thing ever. You know who didn’t? Mom. Who thought even less of this? Dad. I got one of those “Wait till your dad comes home” lectures; and when he did, it was bad. You know what, I never broke bricks like that again.

There were many things that I caught butt-whoopin’s (spanking for my non-southern readers) for, and I can not think of an instance where this was repeated. I remember that I once answered a math homework (in the third grade) with successive numbers because I didn’t want to do the work; and, yup, I caught a whoopin. I never slacked on math homework again. In fact, I did not start repeating bad behaviors until I got too old for spankings.

Why do I say this? Because people let their kids run wild these days. I have a friend whose kid will just beat on people. You know he doesn’t beat on? Me; because after he popped me I popped him back and said, “It ain’t too fun when people hit back, huh?” I see these holy terrors running amuck in public places, and their parents try to negotiate with them, to no avail. It seems that we have given up decency, courtesy, respect, and other components of proper public behavior in our children so the children can be well adjusted, and the adults can be high-minded progressives.

I don’t know, I turned out okay, considering, and I had my backside tanned more than once. Maybe I’m wrong, but I can tell you this, it is wrong for me to be the person that has to teach a kid that hitting adults is not okay.

Later,

B

P.S. To those in my family who might read this, you are probably saying to yourself, “Brian talks tough, but he’d never do that to my kid.” If you kid hits me in the shamrocks, he/she is getting smacked.