Monday, March 30, 2009

Soft Parents, Spoiled Brats

I'm sitting in a cafe writing the next installment of my murder mystery novel and there's a little boy whining his ass off on his mother's lap a few feet away from me. The kid must be about seven and his mother is cradling him in her arms like she's about to breastfeed him at any moment. How old must a child be to teach him or her to stop whining? There are two little girls of about the same age sitting across from the kid but the girls aren't bitching about everything. Is this the future of the American male? I bet my bottom dollar that the mother just had a divorce, judging by how she shelters her babe like she's hiding from Nazis in a house attic. I don't ascribe to the belief that a lack of a male role model turns kids gay, but giving in to a boy's every whim and catering to him hand and foot definitely puts the kid in line to be a mommas boy.

What are the statistics? 50% of marriages end in the first six months, right. Talk about abuse of heterosexual rights. Breeders getting hitched willy-nilly and reproducing offspring in broken homes while gays and lesbians are marching in the street for the same rights to raise fucked up kids. Not my kids. Whether I adopt, father or steal a child, I know I'd be a good dad. None of this gushy whimpering sweet child of mine bullshit that psychologist tell white people their kids need. Minorities don't give a shit. Kids don't know right from wrong but they will with good parenting. I'm not talking about whaling on your kids when you get home from work to relieve some stress, that's just fucked up . I'm talking about lickins', whoopins', all those terms that aren't found in most modern dictionaries when it comes to disciplining a child. I was spanked as a kid and I turned out fine. Don't even go there.

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