Child abuse today

It really pisses me off to see what we have done to the children of this country.
Abuse comes in 4 forms.
Sexual
Physical
Mental
Neglect
If you're a pediphile with a hankering for undeveloped body parts and minds you think need tormenting way past the day you die....GO TO HELL!! Get off this blog and put a bullet in your brain. Get somewhere!

Physical abuse has been taken way out of proportion. The department of family and children services (a.k.a. dfacs) has way too much free fucking time on its hands. I don't know about other states but, in Georgia, your child can go to school with the complaint of a spanking and your whole life changes. I'm not talking about bruises, belt marks and burns, you do that to a defenseless child-you're nothing but a schoolyard chicken shit bully! I'm talking about your average, run of the mill spanking given out by parents and schoolteachers and principals before the 90's.
I've had a number of friends who have had dfacs on their ass simply for instilling discipline and respect into their child as if every little thing automatically becfomes their business.
I, for one, had dfacs on me for four years. My son had been talking back to me all day. I asked him to take the trash out, he said no. I'd been up cooking all night and all day for a bar-b-q before summer break. I wasn't in the mood to be told no to the garbage. I told him to go to his room until the food was ready (15 minutes and yes, I told him), he went. As usual, 5 minutes later, he was so parched, he couldn't wait. Said he came downstairs for some water. I told him 10 minutes he could have it. He snatches an cup out of the cabinet real fast and starts to run. From 5 really tired feet away, I try to smack his butt with the bar-b-q tongs got the wrinkle in his pants. Spring break came and on the final Friday of it, the dfacs lady (a very tiny black woman. About 5 feet tall size 1) came a knocking on my door armed with reports of bar-b-q tong abuse a half inch thick. (My son was spending the week with my parents in the mountains so he wasn't present for the interrogation) Her exact words after the introductions were this, " We got a report that you hit your child in the bottom with a pair of bar-b-q tongs." I said, "you heard right". She said, "you can't do that!" My reply was simply, " Oh, yes I can." I explained to her how "not serious" the situation was and how I didn't even touch his body with them. Then, she added they'd had reports of no food in the house and would I mind showing her the contents of my refrigerator, freezer, and cupboards. Of course I would. My freezer had four shelves on it. On every shelf sat a half rack of filet mignon. (I was friends with a meat guy) several pkgs of ground beef, baby back ribs..etc. I couldn't have gotten a bottled water into the fridge and the cupboards were full as well. I asked her if she had met my son. She said no. I asked if she'd ever seen my son. Again, no. I think to myself, "then what the hell are you doing here?" Whatever. I went on to inform her my son was 5'8" tall and weighed 230 pounds. He wasn't starving if you get what I'm saying. I then let her know that my son has a problem with thinking that if there's nothing he can just grab and eat, we have no food.
So, I proved the no food but there was still the heinous act of the tongs. I asked her what her mother would have done if she'd kicked her, called her a slut, bitch, cunt, mother fucker...etc. (as my son had done to me in the past month). She gives me the look that only someone raised by a black woman 30 years ago could have after being asked a question like that. Then tells me, "Now you know, things are different today than they were" (i.e. couldn't come up with a good arguement for the cause) I asked her to explain, if this new non discipline is so great for a child, how it is that the children of today have become so lazy and disrespectful. I asked her this and I ask y ou as well...
Go to the local mall. Stand outside the door. Have a cigarette...if you don't smoke, deal with the second hand smoke for 15 minutes in the interest of research. Watch all the kids maybe 22 and under. Observe them. When a older person heads toward the door, they will not hold the door open. They try to rush past them so, God forbid, they're not stuck behind the "old people" for an extra 15 seconds. They use language that would make even me do a double take. I'm 38 years old. I didn't grow up around the most respectful peers nor was I a saint. Which is why I can say somehting about these kids today. As disrectful and rude as the kids were of my generation, it still shocks even me the way they are now. I'm not talking about all of them. Of course, some are good. There will always be the good ones. They just get harder to spot.
I watched a program on E! about 5 years ago. It was a documentary on people over 100 years old. All of them had the same story....got up at the butt-crack of dawn (about 4 a.m.) worked in the fields, something about chickens, ate breakfast then walked to school. They had kids so there was more help on the farm to make a better living. One of the women were asked if they ever tried to get out of it or told their parents they'd get to it in a minute. She laughed so hard and wicked I thought she might have a stroke right there on t.v. Her response? Oh no. You didn't say that back then. When asked what would happen? She didn't know because no one ever did it. Crime wasn't prevalent like it is now. There were no drive by anythings. Even in the 50's, you might get your ass kicked, but the odds of you dying in a fight were pretty slim. People didn't have to lock the house. If you disrespected any adult, the parents heard about it and your ass was in a sling. "Just wait til your father gets home" had meaning. (Kids don't care who puts them on restriction) Its not uncommon today to see a pregnant teen or a woman in her 50's raising a grandchild. Back in the "ok to discipline" days, they had homes where girls went usually out of state for such things. And tghere was no discussion upon their return. These are just examples. If you are anywhere near my age, you can come up with at least a few of your own, I'm sure.

Bottom line is this: If thats what this new discipline has led to, and generations have gotten progressively worse due to interference by gov't offices over every little thing, and the gov't continues to interfere more, what will our grandchildren and their children be like?

One last thig, dfacs stayes on me from the time my son was 14 until he was 18. They never did anything but make me come into to meet with them and surprise visits to my house. They never did anything because they never found anything else. We did go through I think nine different social workers. (I requested a meeting from one at my house because reasoning with my son had become impossible. After an hour and half talking to my son, I asked him if he had any any suggestions. He responded, " I'm sorry. I don't have a clue what to tell you." Two weeks later I found out he no longer worked there.)

Becoming a blogger

About me:

An antisocial extrovert with separation anxiety and a fear of intimacy, I think deeply but am shallow. I love art but don't like collectables, paintings or sculptures. I'm always finding myself but losing my train of thought. My attention span is long but my memory is short. I giggle alot and I'm usually serious. Confused? Yeah, well....

As this is a first post, I'm full of ideas and at a loss for words.


I decided to start this because, being sometimes (not somewhat, but sometimes) creative, I can come up with a topic and something to say at the spur of the moment. My "spur of the moment" quickly turned into "put on the spot" and my plan to be spontaneous fell through at the last second.


If you stomached it this far, you have my respect. If not, then you're not reading these very words now anyway, are you?

Oh well, maybe my mind can go blank so I can come up with an idea. Later.