Spanks for the Comment
March 11, 2012
Okay so to start with hilarious, your alternative, forward thinking views are about as cutting edge today as the hippie movement, oh it is to laugh…Men(white)=violence, racism, all others blameless and victims
only…now thats some kind’a radically new philosophy you’ve come up with…
Oh wait what, okay so ya don’t know but I have been honored to have a guy comment one one of my poems in GS Years
I was very excited, I’d never had a negative comment, I mean I always thought fer sure it would come on this site first, but still it was great. I told Lil Mouse first thing. She wasn’t as impressed as I was. Her only comment was, ‘Now play nice’.
Well anyway of course, like with everyone who visits, I went to visit his site…..and that’s about where you entered. But maybe I should link him up so you can go read it fer yerself before we go any farther.
As you can imagine I had just a little to say to abandonedculture. Here is how my comment started…
‘ac-Your post is very well written and funny but your opinions lack solid intellectual merit and a cohesive interactivity as well as…so many things don’t know where to begin.’
As usual however it wasn’t the beginning I had trouble with, it was the ending, or I guess specifically simply ending. What follows is the rest…
“This next one is going to be hard …..try and imagine a world where children are afforded the same basic rights as adults,” this is just one of your hilarious statements. You think you are being edgy by suggesting this? This has
been the mantra of American child rearing pop psychology since I was growing up (and that’s a long time ago now)…Do you think talking out against people using physical discipline against their children is somehow being “not p.c.”?
Let me use that same sentence still “This next one is going to be hard …..try and imagine a world where children are afforded the same basic rights as adults,” What are you trying
to say? Have you yourself actually tried to imagine this?? I am assuming (and we know what they say about that word) that you do not actually have children yourself, and forgive me if I am wrong, but let me know what you think after you do.
You seem to be confusing discipline with just plain ol violence…yes yes I know what about reason, what about reasoning with the two year old? You can discuss the many and varied reasons why he should not do…fill in the blank…and if he continues…well time out of course…
We have been doing this since the 80′s, or earlier in some cases; in bigger, more hip cities. So let me pose this question to you…Are young men less violent and out of control than they were say 50 or 60 years ago (during the hey day of white male cultural domination) or more out of control and violent…Don’t bother it’s a rhetorical question
Let’s move on to another piece of your so called “politically incorrect” diatribe “Now imagine a world where ‘black’ slaves were not given the same rights as ‘white’ people. A world where you can buy and own ‘black’ people and treat them as slaves. A world where a husband can beat his wife and that is considered pretty normal and acceptable too. And a world where hitting your kids is so commonplace it is considered a fundamental part of raising children.” Two specific things 1. these issues have only a tentative link from a logic argument standpoint and so are tenuously tethered at best 2.You have described, in your statement, cultural norms in much of the world in the present day, except for in white American, or western European influenced cultures, the very culture you want to condemn. If you are saying we are bad because this is the way we acted well, okay…But first it’s neither, in this day and age, radically out of step with the main stream to suggest we not beat children (let alone keep slaves), nor is it the point of the gentleman whose position you have taken issue with. The MP is not advocating “violence” against children, but discipline, discipline specific to their cultural parenting style(you’re not suggesting his [mostly Africans] constituents cultural form of parenting is inferior to our[we'll call it neo-western style] are you?) I mean that might be something I might say but you seem more culturally sensitive than that.
Reasoning with children, once they gain the ability to reason, is preferable to physical discipline. And in most cases, with most children (more often with girls than boys[more often but not always]) reason, discussion even
limited sanctions are enough. But in some cases (the opposite of above more often boys than girls) the eventuality of physical corporal punishment must be applied and better for society if it is sooner than later. As a parent it is up to me to decide how, for what measures, and what judicious purposes. Are there bad parents? Yes of course, there have been, are now and will continue to be parents who capriciously beat their children, or who misuse the term discipline, but they can do that without using any physical violence sometime with much more devastating effects.
Which again brings up the question who is this post addressed to, people like me?(though I used to believe as you do when I was logically immature). If that is the case then you are saying that spanking your child, or swatting their hand is violence against children. You are following a long treasured yet now solidly proven misguided theory of “the child knows best”. It’s pop psychology theoretical dogma unsupported by reality. “You can’t hit virtue, reason or good sense into a child any more than you can hit algebra or geography into that child.” Your statement is unsupported by fact, for thousands of years this is the way the human race functioned, we did indeed, and so much more so than now, beat values, morals and even algebra into some children.
I am not making a value statement, just stating fact.
Let me end with this. When I was a boy growing up (a time of strict discipline backed by threat of violence) If a swear word left my mouth when I was, say ten, any adult within earshot could have taken by the ear and dragged me back home to dear ol ma & pa, who would not only spank me for the said offense, but for the embarrassment in the community. Fast forward to today, ten year old kids normally spout whatever language they care to, any adult who challenges is mocked or worse….
Again this is not my opinion, this is just what is.
My opinion on it is that, it is, unfortunately, a lack of discipline, (in some cases judiciously physically applied, early enough) along with a youth first culture (children’s rights?)that is one of the foundations for the problems western societies are in today….
Now ac-before you comment, reply and I sincerely hope you do, it will help you develop the foundations of your arguments if you read some of my previous work to get a flavor for who I am (as I did with you before writing this reply turned post). I will leave suggestions in your reply box as well as a link to this post.
Thanks again ac-I do indeed hope ya stop by, and that you’ve enjoyed this post you inspired, please feel free to comment, that goes for any visitors supportive or otherwise, God Bless ya, seeking the truth is as honest a past time as claiming to have found it.
I don’t claim anything other than being dysfunctional. I jes my little dog speak, it’s up to you the reader to decide whats true
Declaration of Dysfunction Article 3 Section II
January 8, 2012
And actually I don’t know why the hell I was asking…like I care what you think.
But anyway so ever since I was a kid I have been pretty happy, happy with who I am, it was only other people who for some reason weren’t quite happy with me…I don’t know why. There didn’t seem to be anything really wrong with me. Other than being overly nice and polite and a little chubby (fat) or as they called it in my day, husky. But from my peers to my family there was nowhere that I felt safe and accepted for being me, the young unit that I was.
Okay so I’d learned the advantage of violence and cruelty from my peers, I had learned the lesson of abandonment and frailty of human connections from my family, and as I cast myself adrift into the big world I found there were a lot of other units wandering around looking for purpose in this brave new world of self centered over indulgent exploration and drug fueled over extended childhood.
And do you know what I discovered, dropping out screws you by the time you’re thirty, all your friends will have moved on gotten real jobs, got wives and kids and mortgages, and yea you tell yourself your a real rebel not tied down by all that bullshit, as you search the next row of bushes to bed down for the night…
Looking back maybe there is some one I can sue over this issue. I mean I know Dr. Leary is dead now but doesn’t he have some sort of trust situation. Or how ’bout …no…no that’s not gonna work. Besides I’m gettin ahead of myself.
So you see my problem, I believed that b.s., since I had nothing else, these cast off units were my family, and I did very well, even among my new family, at turning on and dropping out.
And you have to remember that by the time we get to this point it’s now the late seventies. The generation of peace and love was making way for the kids of hate and anarchy…that was me, I was one of them.
Tune in, turn on and drop out, disrupt the rest, that could have been the new motto.
F-em all was easier to say.
Okay so this is what I had become, by eighteen a completely dysfunctional unit. As much able to support myself as a thread bare bra supports a 60 year old stripper.
I like to think that this was not my original destiny, what God had in store when he formed me in the womb, or for you humanists, what genetics had in store for me. But that of course brings nature vs nurture into question now doesn’t it and I don’t know if i wanna go down that long road. Because in the long run it doesn’t matter what made me dysfunctional, just that I became that way.
Its only that the process of this becoming seemed a lot like life. I, for all I knew, was simply tryin to survive, but in that I became this…this…well again, dysfunctional unit.
Okay, there I was fully fledged and malfunctioning on all cylinders. I will skip the ten years or so of drug crazed, gun totin, mountain ramblin, bush sleepin, drunk a-hole, crime doin trouble causin hilarity. maybe I will post some of the high and low lights some day. But this is my declaration and there is one more becoming to discuss.
Once I realized that I had, through an unconscious procedure become one thing…perhaps through a conscience process I could become something different. Of course, I never do anything half way. So crazed ultra revolutionary drug addled socialist became crazed ultra independent drug addled separatist.
Becoming the unit I am today, and my own new particular brand of Dysfunction. And I swear I’m gonna do it in hundred words or less.
This second becoming wasn’t an easy process. It took about ten years of trial and error and in the long run the only real world applicable difference is that I can hold a job (pretty much) now.
Most of the other differences are merely theoretical. My blog itself is a description of these theoretical differences between what I first believed entering the big world (all the liberal peace corps new age anarchistic monkey wrenchin beyond war crystal hoo-doo socialistic bull crap) and what real life has forced me to believe and accept as truth, dysfunctional or not, you are only as good as your components, only as good as your soft and hard
ware, so figure out what kind of unit you are, make the best of it, and stop cryin…
Some of us are designed to be Oprahs or Shaqs, some of us are designed to flip burgers or sweep floors, some of us are designed simply to be dysfunctional in all sorts of random and unexpected ways
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And that’s me chasin’ my tail sayin God Bless America Cats & Kittens until next time on the ol’ Dysu ranch










