Mad as Hell

I went to Wal-Mart this afternoon, expecting to go buy some contact solution, pick up a new eyeliner, and get some blank DVDs for data backup at work. I had gotten all of those things and was in the checkout line when I saw something that made me mad as hell. Some skanky woman with enough kids to start her own orphanage smacked her toddler across the face when the little boy tried to reach out to get a candy bar. And if that wasn't enough, she twisted his arm around behind his back quite forcefully.

Child abusers are the lowest of the low to me. I hate them. I think that they're evil bastards who forfeited their human credentials a long time ago. Scum buckets, all of them. So of course as soon as I saw that poor little kid cry out, I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. Many people in the lines had, and a teenage boy called the police on his cell phone, looking quite disgusted. I can't say I blame him. An older lady confronted the woman, who promptly defended herself, saying that she had the right to train her children in the way that she saw fit.

Oh really? You really think that, you pathetic excuse for a human? Recently, a little girl was murdered by her parents after following the "discipline" advice laid out in a book that makes me shudder to even think of it: To Train Up a Child, by Michael and Debi Pearl. I'm not Christian, so that could have something to do with my interpretation of the book, but I don't think that's it. I just think I have a moral issue with books teaching parents to beat the living shit out of their kids with plumbing materials. Those worthless pieces of crud way overdue for a flushing that killed their daughter in this way were "disciplining her the way they saw fit."

YOU DO NOT HIT A CHILD WITH PLUMBING MATERIALS. If you were to hit me with quarter-inch plumbing supply line, like the book recommends, I could take it. But I'm a fully-grown adult woman. A child, on the other hand, their body is not mature enough to handle something like that, and it's no surprise that the little girl who died died from organ failure. Her system just couldn't handle the attacks.

I think of it this way: you wouldn't like it if someone attacked you with plumbing materials (or maybe you would, but in that case, you got some weird paraphilias there that you might want to go get checked out by a psychologist). So why would you attack someone else with plumbing materials, especially your own child? I wouldn't even do that to a rabid dog.

So, in conclusion? Don't beat your kids. They'll eventually grow up and have resentment towards you festering and might attack you. If they live that long. And if they do die as a result of your "discipline," then I hope you enjoy living with Big Bubba in prison.