And that was with the second graders.

They take away finger nail clippers and give you a knife and a fork. Brilliant.

 

I won't mention what airline I fly either.
There was no meal though.
The stewardess handed me a small bag of peanuts.
I opened them and started to pour them down my throat when she screamed at me,
"What in hell do you think you're doing! Take one and pass them back!"

 

Well, back on topic...

This whole, "you can't whip your kids, because it's abusive thing".....makes me want to puke <anyone have a good puke smiley?> They say "time out" is the way to go. Did these "parents" not have a childhood? FOR REAL...if my parents would have put me in "time out" to "think about what I did", I'd be thinking of ways NOT to get caught next time.

Hey, boys will be boys.

Now, as far as my kids go.....I'll tear that little **** up if they need it. I dont like to whip em, but if they are gonna do something really stupid, or do something after I told them NOT to....the belt comes out.

 

I remember the belt. It used to hang behind the kitchen door. And my dad was not afraid to use it. Trust me all you had to do was just see it and you never miss behaved again.

 

Yea I was gonna ask but thought better of it.

 

I remember a mass punishment when I was a kid.
There was five of us and my dad got out the belt.
I was at the end of the line and on a whim grabbed a TV Guide magazine and shoved it down the back of my pants, I had little hope that it would work either by getting caught or my Father's bad aim in his blind fury, but it did work, to my amazement.

My siblings were strewn about the room wailing in agony and I didn't feel a thing. I summoned my best fake tears, whimpers and moans. I timed my frequency, volume and pausing to take in a breath to match theirs.

All the while looking each of them in the eye as we shared 'mutual' agony.
I maintained just enough more pain in expression then they did and each of them thought I had got it worse than them. In a way, it probably lessened their suffering as they witnessed the result of 'my beating'.

Guilt? Yes, I felt it.
Poser? Most definetly.
Liar? It came too easily.
Manipulation at all levels? A valuable tool in society.

That beating made me the man I am today.

 

I recognize parsely.

 

At a recent family birthday party we laughed at how our mother would get dizzy, doling out corporal punishment with the belt.

Her technique was to grab one arm with her hand and use the other hand to work the belt strokes.

The 'grab one arm' technique meant the kid was free to run from the belt (in a circle).

The extent of the 'crime' would determine how many laps you'd do around Mom.

Try doing that times five kids and tell me you wouldn't get dizzy.

 

Well, I could see that with MOM, but DAD? That's a different story. He's a strong sumbisch, and you couldn't go anywhere....just hanging by your arm, jumping around, yelling and screaming. The more you jumped and screamed, the longer it lasted, and the harder you got it.

 

Yep, that was referenced in post #25.

Mom was the different story.
The Three Stooges were popular back then and all of us did the "Woo...Woo,woo,woo" Curly yell while taking our laps.

 

You mean to tell me that the Stooges aren't popular any more? Long live Curly! And I see many kids a day who I think could use a good beating.

 

One of the better food stands I've ever found at an airport.

They have them in Newark (Terminal C) and Houston (Terminal E) and I will often even plan on having lunch there on the front end or the back end of a trip. I usually opt for the Spinach Pizza.

If you ever fly through Houston, also check out Pappadeaux's in Terminal E -- excellent chow!

 

That is flagrant thread drift, young man!
You need to take a few laps around my mother.

 

Oh man.....

I'm gonna leave that one alone.