Beat up your kids

Well, I really wonder how many of my present bunch of readers are even married, let alone have a kid (not that you have to be married to have a kid). So the topic of this post doesn't really apply as an instruction, but anyway...

Were you ever hit by your folks when you were a kid? Has it scarred you for life, or has there been no love lost? I have heard arguments trying to convince me that beating your kids amounts to abusing them and violating their 'rights'. And for one reason or the other, I never do get convinced enough to be called convinced. What I wonder is how often people use the word 'abuse' instead of 'use'. If you take a foul tasting medicine to get rid of your affliction, it amounts to use; it can't be termed 'abuse' only because it tastes like shit. (That, by the way, is an expression people should not use lightly, for how many of you actually know what shit actually tastes like? And don't ask me that question, because you don't want to know the answer.)

Violence, like pretty much everything else, can be used or abused. Hell, even love can be abused, and quite often is. Unless you have mental issues (or a kinky fetish), you probably don't enjoy beating up anyone, let alone your kids. You hurt your kid when you feel it is indeed the best action to take. And if you make an error of judgement more than a couple of times in this aspect, then you had no business having a kid, or the right to vote, for that matter. You are a numskull who might as well die, the world will be better off without you. The last thing we need is the government having to create legislation about how to parent, because of morons like you.

And I am ABSOLUTELY convinced that if there was a little more physical disciplining of kids, we would have much fewer punk-ass teenagers creating trouble for all and sundry wherever they go. Which reminds me that earlier in the day, I was in a bus on my way home, when two pieces of white trash chav meat walked in, complete with a dog each. After a while, one of those dogs shat. Right there on the bus floor. The driver refused to go further till they cleaned it up. Those trash-heads argued with each other, laughed, passed the buck and then went away, leaving the shit intact, the bus stinking and the driver fuming. If they had only been beaten a little by their parents, they probably never would have ended up as chavs in the first place, and would definitely have the self-discipline to behave responsibly.

Oh, there was this girl in the bus who had a very happy face, with a smile on most of the time. It was an unusual sight in this city's public transport where most faces are set grim.

And yes, I know I did not venture in to the children's rights territory and its defilement by beating them. But that is only because I think they shouldn't have any rights in the first place. This whole business of rights and their widespread dissemination that is touted as one of the achievements of 'progress' has probably done a lot more harm to the world than good. Fuck 'progress', long live the poor dead Neanderthal.