Monday 8 July 2013

Anti-kid

I'm not actually anti-kid. The kids of my friends are pretty darn awesome - and I'll tell you why. Their parents give a damn about discipline. They set boundaries, and enforce them.

Unfortunately, the rest of the world seems to be of the opinion that discipline will stifle little Meeshell or Jaysun's spirit. It doesn't, actually. What it does do, however, is result in adults that break the law, trample all over people and treat their parents like crap. Why should they respect their parents? They were never taught to!

I don't blame kids for being snotty little shits. When you're 6 or 7, you literally don't know better. I blame the parents. They're the ones that you hear in the supermarket, saying in a soft, monotone voice: "Chanelle, if you do that again, Mommy will punish you" over and over again. Mommy never punishes Chanelle, so what does Chanelle learn? That she can do what she wants, and there will be no consequences.

These are the same kids that get everything their greedy little hearts desire, without having to do anything for it first - like chores. I know, a kid does need a cellphone in this day and age. But why the hell would an 8 year old need a Blackberry? But Mom and Dad want William Esquire the Third to have all the things they didn't have, so they just sit and regurgitate the money for all the stupid shit he doesn't need. The result? William never learns to value things. He knows if he throws his Blackberry in the pool when he fights with his friend, his parents will buy him another one.

These kids grow up into adults that don't want to work for anything. They believe that they are entitled to the Ferrari/Mansion lifestyle within minutes of graduating. These are the ones that jump queues, knock over old ladies, jump stop streets and red robots. These are the ones that drive drunk. These are the ones that pay off credit cards with other credit cards, again and again and again. Because they want what they want NOW. Why should they work and save up for that big screen TV when they can buy it now and "pay" for it later?

And of course, their parents sit in despair, wondering why their dear little Suzie is fired from her 17th job at the age of 23. And wondering why their beloved little Francois is in jail for assaulting an off-duty police officer. And wondering why their wonderful little Shane is being sued by a grocery chain for taking a poop in the baby food aisle.

"Why are they like this?" they exclaim. "Our children are little shits!" they cry.

It's your fault. And unfortunately, the world has to deal with the fruit of your crotch. Because when you don't raise them right, they're not children. They're crotch-droppings. You don't have to spank them. It's not necessary. But you can give them time-outs, take away privileges, make them do chores and their homework. And if you say you're going to punish them if they "do that one more time!", follow through with it.

I was raised with discipline. I turned out just fine...


*twitch*

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