People's Champion

Parenting is one of those highly debated issues that inspire even the woman in the corner with the 9 children jumping around, swinging off her like a jungle gym and running directly in to you without so much as an apology, to give her opinion on how to best raise your crotchfruit (yes, there it is again, Connie).

She thinks that she is more informed on how to raise children because she is a mother.  There are definitely qualified mothers, but she's wrong.  Just look at her.  Her daughter is rifling thru her purse in search of candy she already told her that she doesn't have.  Her two oldest sons are hitting each other and then yelling for attention.  The youngest is in her arms.  Did I neglect to mention the cigarette in her mouth?

I think I'm qualified to tell you how to raise children because I was one.  I still remember.  I know that my parents did a pretty good job.  We can put together a list of things that qualify me as a successful child rearing:

1)  I am a productive member of society.   (I am not in jail, I do not claim welfare or unemployment --before you argue with me that claiming welfare or unemployment isn't wrong, please remember that you are on a computer and connected to the internet and that your children are hungry.)

2)  I have a job, and am capable of holding said job for more than 45 days at a time.  (Years, in fact.  The shortest job span I've ever had was with Burger King, when I was 14 years old, and made the decision to switch to McDonalds after 3 months of employment.  I also don't quit at the drop of a hat.)

3)  I pay my bills.

Now, I never went to college, but I did complete high school, so coming as far as I have is a testament to the kind of job my parents did with me.

Not to say that they're perfect, because they're not.  And not to say that I'm perfect, because I'm not.

But I am respectful, for the most part, and I don't have an enlarge sense of entitlement.

There is one thing that I see wrong with today's children, and it's that we're afraid to discipline them.  Some parents do take it too far, and there are more than a few document cases of abuse.  But how is it that you always here those stories about the guy getting arrested for spanking his child for throwing a fit, and the guy down the street who whups on his kid everyday never gets investigated by CPS?

Know what?  Your parents' parents were pretty cool.  They ended up productive.  I also guarantee you that they got railed at least once a week.  Maybe they didn't even know what for.  Just a *whack* and a stern "you know what you did" and the kid straightens out.  And those kids, when told to take out the trash, were zero to trash gone in 5 seconds or less.  Usually accompanied by a "Yes, Sir."

They knew how to work.  I'm not saying that you should raise your children like that, I'm just saying that there really isn't anything wrong with showing your children that there is a penalty for being a fuck up.

In my memory, I don't have very many occasions to recall where my dad un-cinched his belt or raised his hand, though my mother did her fair share of it.  I could tell you my father's favorite story.

Remember Caldor?  We were in one, and I was in the middle of throwing a fit.  I wanted some toy, and by some virtue of psychology, I decided that I could best acquire this toy by annoying and embarrassing my parents until they agreed to purchase it.

Rather than give in to this, my father took no less than 2 seconds to lift me by the rear of my pants and give me a good *whack* on the rear for good measure.  It shut me up.

Everything in the Caldor stopped, and my mother whispers to my father, "You can't do that, someone will call the police."  

My father, in this position, becomes the Malcolm X of properly punishing your child.  He shouts, "Let them call the fucking cops, we'll see if they can take me in for teaching my child right from wrong.  I'll go to jail.  Gladly.  But I won't be a bad father."  Activity resumed and life went on.  I also knew better than to throw another fit like that again.

The funny thing is, I see parents preach positive reinforcement.  While I agree to a certain extent, the fact is, you cannot continue to reward your child for what is expected behavior.  You also cannot ignore your children when they continue to do wrong.  It might not encourage the behavior, but how does he know not to do it again?

So from me to you, discipline your children.  Or expect them to live with you until you die... or they kill you for the insurance money.  

Real Conversationalists

Since the beginning, when compuserv and prodigy were your only links to the outside world (with the exception of a local BBS), one of the accepted ideals of digital communication was that we would be able to refine communication to the point where "like... uh.... so.... well... the such as..." might one day disappear from daily conversation.

That was overridden once internet access, forums and chats became available to the mainstream before the propagation of those ideals.  Therefore, we have people attempting to communicate.  Of course, then you think about all the stupid things you've see in message boards... even back in 1991.  At least people tried to type properly.  

Assumably, there is a universal brand of english.  Granted, there are sub-dialects of it that may not be as understandable as others.  Those sub-dialects usually do not include a published version, so there is no doctrine defining the proper way to spell certain words.  Since the words already exist, why not spell them the way they were originally intended.

I understand the need to "ghetto-ize" things when discussing hip hop music, or cars...  but there is a limit.  I'd be happy to provide an example...

Brace yourself:

"But Back To The subject, 50 Cent Is Gotta be the most Dumb Mutha Fucka. Of Course Kanye West Is gonna Win, But Why he Gotta Quit Just Cuzz he One. Hes Proving himself that He Sux Thats what. 50 Is Gettin Worster And Worster But He could Still Come Up. But 50 Just Fucked Up By Saying that he will Quit If Kanye West Beats him. (Dumb Mutha Fuckers these days) But Ey, 50 Still makes Money By Clothes, Shoes And other G-Unit Products, and hes the 2nd Or 3rd most riches Rapper so Yea, he aint dumb if he does it, but i perfer him not to quit"

This comment was stolen from http://www.mikeschepker.com and this nugget of genius is provided by the user: Ghe77oChild.

Wow, it's golden... but let me point out my favorites.

5)  50 Cent Is Gotta be the most Dumb Mutha Fucka.  --  What?  What was that?  And what's with the random caps?

4)  and hes the 2nd Or 3rd most riches Rapper so Yea -- 2nd or 3rd most riches? Again... I don't understand what you mean

3)  50 is Gettin Worster and Worster -- You can't possibly mean to tell me that you'd actually say that in real life.

2)  Of Course Kanye West Is gonna Win, But Why he Gotta Quit Just Cuzz he One. -- I understand the context of the sentence, but "Why he Gotta Quit Just Cuzz he One."  Wow...

1)  so Yea, he aint dumb if he does it, but i perfer him not to quit -- My personal favorite.  Notice two things, "Yea" is capitalized, yet...  "i" isn't.  Also, at the end he has delusions of eloquence.  "but i perfer him not to quit".  I actually had to go back and retype "perfer".  I can't do it.  But after all that swearing and whatever you want to call it, you get a sanguine confession.  Just a tiny hopeful contradiction.

I wish this were an isolated incident, unfortunately the internet is riddled with these morons.  Some are less harmful to your mind, others threaten to assault you.  In some instances, a motivated internet citizen may actually pay you a physical visit if you ridicule him enough.

Good luck with that.

 

So...  Yeah...

A Terrible Place Between Civility and Rivalry

One of the more interesting things about my physique is the amount of change that I'm capable of.  Unfortunately, the change one way is also a change another way, and while I'm capable of reawakening my "muscle memory" and resuming my previous physical prominence, I'm also very capable of packing on a lot fat, which does nothing except to discourage any type of change.

At my physical peak, I was 190 pounds, I could bench press almost 300 and run 2 miles in 15 minutes.

Today, I would say that I'm very much heavier than that, I probably cannot bench press my own weight (though I do weigh less than 300), and my 2 mile time would be something like 25 minutes, if it wasn't a DNF.

An interesting thing to note: When I was in middle school, I was made fun of for having "bitch tits", but I was actually one of the first of my peers to have pectorals.  Not really recognizing pectorals, I assumed I was fat and allowed myself to slump, thereby letting them become "bitch tits" in a manner of years.

My wife and I have signed up at "Lifetime Fitness", her previous gym had shut down due to a lack of new business.  The new gym, conveniently on the way to work, and my wife in the car, I have no excuse not to go in.  I actually enjoy being lazy.  Fat comes with the territory, I had accepted those consequences.  And yet.  There I am.

I've never been able to stick with a gym for more than 3 months.  Usually 4 weeks was the maximum.  It'll be interesting if having a wife to nag me in to going when I don't want to, or at least to lay the guilt trip, will be the defining difference.

Come on, you know the line:

"I just want you to be around for as long as you can."