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The raising of the victims

15 Jun

Every now and then, I write something a little off-color.

If you read this blog at all, you kind of expect it and know that its coming.

I am the blogging version of that dirty little boy everyone knew when they were a kid.

I was one of the first to tell dick jokes in grade school.

Catholic grade school, by the way.

Might just explain a lot, really.

I am not necessarily proud of this, but I’m not ashamed of it either.

The kids that tended to distance themselves from the outgoing and strong personalities, thru grade and high school, tended to really be rather unimpressive intellects in the long run.

Me? I ran with a pack of sharks.

The quietest one among us was more outgoing that the average.

You either held your own or you sank beneath the waves.

Kind of a personality “Culling of the herd” as it were.

Good.

I have never believed in that “Everybody wins” thing they do in grade schools.

Where a child can be a slug on a rock and achieve.

But what do they achieve?

A false sense of security, thats what.

Failure leads to achievement.

And if it doesn’t, the parents are losers.

But nobody wants to hear that.

Every parent wants to believe that their kid is special.

But, that is highly improbable for the majority.

By process of elimination, somewhere out there is the dumbest non-retarded kid in the US.

And his parents need to deal with that.

While he was eating glue in kindergarten, they were dreaming of college and universities.

When they really needed to be hoping for trade school.

If they were lucky.

Political correctness should be outlawed as a term.

Use of it is punishable by being kicked in the crotch, man or woman, and waterboarding if you are a politician.

I think the current mindset of entitlement is the product of this kind of socio-evolutionary hand holding.

Meanwhile the rest of us have been browbeaten into silence thru the use of a form of mental pillary absolution. (If you’re not getting the verbiage, Google it, I don’t have time.)

You can’t spend your life and the life of your kids, trying really hard not to rock the boat.

I saw a killer sign online yesterday.

It said the following:

“I don’t embrace insanity,”

“I feel it up, french kiss it, and buy it a drink.”

I laughed when I read it, I love the attitude.

Go big or go home.

I have a different idea.

I like to call it, “Raise your kids the way your grandfather would have.”

And if your grandfather was an abusive ass, no, not him.

I am talking about my grandfather, and great grandfather.

Amazing men.

Firm belief that hard work and dedication can help you get ahead.

Strong personal faith, too.

Raised amazing kids, who became amazing people.

That mind-set seems to be sorely missing these days.

Do us all a favor and pass that along to your kids.

“Bust your ass, work like a fiend, make smart moves when you can.”

And I think we’ll all be ok.

 

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2 Comments

Posted by on June 15, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

2 responses to “The raising of the victims

  1. MR

    June 15, 2012 at 12:41 pm

    I second that notion. One of my dad’s favorite sayings when I mention how hard Chris is working or how he had to get up at 4:30am to be in San Diego for a 7am job is, “That is music to a Father-in-Law’s ears”. The fact that he has a job to complain about makes him happier than a loon. Where ever that phrase came from I don’t know, should probably google it.

     
    • Bittermac

      August 15, 2012 at 9:37 am

      Your husband is a workhorse beast. Noble quality. Consider who raised him and it is not really a shocker, is it?

       

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