Betta wrote:
I've been saying this. Parents have gotten either lazy or weak in parenting. No ass whoopings at home is the sole cause for the arrogance and disrespect these kids mete out on a daily basis today. Wasn't like this when I was growing up. You walk out of class, show disrespect to an elder back then and there was skin missing off your ass when dad found out. And rightly so! And guess what? You didn't do it again. And LORD don't let a grown up, even a neighbor hear you cussing. That neighbor promptly swatted your butt THEN marched you right to your parents to tell them what you were caught doing. If your kids don't fear you then they don't respect you. If they fear no consequences for unacceptable behavior they will do exactly what they are doing now.
I will say what I've been saying: PARENTS!!! Get control of your disrespectful arrogant effing children. If you don't the police will do it for you later when you have to put up your house for collateral to bond them out of jail. Whip their narrow asses and make sure it stings like hell! You will be doing them one of the greatest favors you can give them as a loving parent in control. They WILL thank you later. I sure did thank my dad. He said "You're welcome, honey." And we laughed!
I've been saying this. Parents have gotten either ... (
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Sounds like farm philosophy. You respect the land, the animals, all people, yourself, & the equipment. You have to be responsible for your chores & your actions. You are not the center of attention. Your wants are way down the list of what is needed. You are an ambassador for your family name. You get no prizes for half a job done. If an adult says jump, you are in the air w/o asking how high. You help those less fortunate, not look the other way or make fun of them. When you eat lunch & someone has none, you share.
When you have earned enough to buy an old truck, you have a rifle rack in the rear window, you drive your truck to school, & leave it unlocked. You have a pocket knive on you at all times. You understand a fist fight is a fist fight, no knives or guns allowed.
You learn the hard way if it takes it that The Ten Commandments are a good guide to life. If you care about eating, you pray for rain. If all you have to eat is cornbread & milk, you give thanks for that. When your parents give food away to others in lean years, you ask no questions. You wear hand me down clothes but they are clean, the legs may be too short but your pants won’t be around your knees. If someone makes fun of you, you walk away. If they insult your mother or father, you beat hell out of them. If you see a bully abusing someone who cannot protect his/her self, it becomes your fight.
When the f**g passes by, you put your hand over your heart & admire those who have served having the right to salute. You don’t expect anything from the Government but a draft card, tax bill, & get both. You h**e the land bank & crop allotments because no farmer w/ half sense is going to plant more than he can sell or store. You plant five extra rows of peanuts so all the neighbors can have boiled peanuts.
You end up halfway around the world doubting the way you were raised for a minute or two everyday. You come home, if you are lucky, mostly intact, to kids calling you names & walk away.
You work hard, raise kids the way you were raised, lose a son, & see spoiled babies insulting The President, demanding their get their way when they are just being pawns & too dumb to know it. If they had an original thought, I would listen. If they wanted to protest driving while texting, I would be with them. First on the scene to a wreck with the young graduate, 2 miles from graduation, dead, & her phone beeping in reply to her last text hurts.
You find yourself 70 years old still saying yes mam, no sir, please, & thank you to young people who sometimes look at you like you have two heads. You have no tv. You actually go to the library, check out books, & return them on time. The old injuries you have from the time in your life when you thought you were bullet proof are daily reminders of the fragility of life.
If your are really blessed, you will get a hand written letter from the grandson who is growing up w/o a father who did not make it home.