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Today's Drug Problem in America

Root Pass

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The other day, I read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in a nearby county and asked a buddy of mine a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?" Here is his reply:


I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane word. (I do know what soap tastes like.) I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and mow the grass, take out the trash, and clean up after the family. I was drug to the homes of Family, Friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, fix their deck, or chop some fire wood. If my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed! Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.
 
I don't know the soap was not as bad as having to go out to the weeping willow tree and bring back a good switch , and if it was not good you had to go back and get another one :shock:
 
Thats the kind of drug problem we can all live with. I know the taste fo soap, AND the back of moms hand too. I was given a huge butcher knife and sent to cut a black heart cherry switch. Where else on earth would someone give someone about to be punished such a weapon. Cold steel as that blade was it was a wet noodle compared to dads belt. Ya never disobeyed or smarted too to mom cause if she even casually mentioned it to dad the end to the world was at hand.

Dad always looked first at the shovel then the belt once we got to the garage or barn. Then I always thought he was deciding whether to give me some additional work or whup me. Looking back I think the only thing that saved my life during those times is that it was easier to whup me than to burry me. All these years later Im still thankful its a hard labor job to dig a hole big nuff to burry someone in.

If the do-gooders would get the heck out of the schools, and the ligislature, and stop making it illegal to punish kids we'd all be better off. Things were indeed a lot better when we got whupped for our transgressions.

Scotty
 
Our Mom called herself The Dragon Lady on the CB radio.
She had a length of rubber hose to woop our tails with.

OOOOWEEEE!
She'd double that sucker back on itself, and catch ya right across the tail and back of the legs with it as many times as she felt was needed.
WOW!

That thing never wore out.
I took that hose and tied it up in the top of a tree where she could'nt find it no more. Never saw it at any Family Meetings again!

Did'nt do no good.
All us kids still had our tail drug out after that just the same.

Hose or no hose.

I ain't even gonna talk about the old man goin to work on us.

Nice Post'in Boblee.
My tails smart'in just thinking about it!
 
I can relate to that and have had my fair share of spankings.

What has given the old fashion paddling a bad name is when it is taken too far and crosses the line to abuse. Once I had to witness a child who was beaten by his father with a metal-tipped belt with a representative from Child Protection Services. It was sickening. The boy’s buttocks were one massive purple, green and yellow bruise along with bruises on the child’s legs. One can only imagine what the child endured during that beating and what emotional scars remained.

Thank goodness for Child Protection Services in extreme cases.

When the kids get older and begin to drive, making them hand over the car keys hits them where it really hurts.
 
The worst punishment I can remember was when my sister and I got into it we had to stand in the corner and hold hands.
The belt was easy as compared to that.
Tim
 
grew up in a Spoon/Belt family, mom cooked with a spoon, and Dad wore a belt..........not that it was abuse, but I knew damn well that if I got caught doing whatever, the consequences were severe.Now a days, kids have no fear, or no conscience. Rest assured that the 3 yr old sleeping in my house right now will understand the diff between right and wrong........spoon or belt..one way or another.
 
My wife used to work for Central Florida Children's Home/ DCF. she would come home and tell me some of the stories of what people do to there kids. I asked her NOT to tell me any more. The stories would make the blood boil and iI would want to do the same to the parents.
Now growing up I had my hide tanned several times but i learned quick that the best way to make it to my next birthday was NOT to PISS OFF MOM. Mom and Dad were strict but as the old saying goes they were right it only takes a few years or your own kids ti realize it.
 
Cowboy, are you kidding man? I would have rather had Dad and his belt any day as an alternative to whatever Mom could get her hands on the fastest. Remember she had five children under the age of 8 once I came bounding into the world. By the time I was old enough to know better she had honed her skills and was feared for sure by me.
Oh, and thanks for stashing that hose in the Leechee Nut Tree. When Mom couldn't find that one day she took after me with the microphone from her tape recorder. That little plug end leaves a nice mark.
Don't get us wrong, I don't thing of our Mom as abusive, we more often than not had it comming. Remember the time you said "poopy" at the dinner table Cowboy? I bet any time you eat spagetti you can still taste a little Irish Spring. :lol:
 
Belts, wire coat hangers(those have there own pain), spoons, spatulas, bare hand, whatever they could grab me and my brothers would get hit with it. Guess I deserved it though! haha. Sometimes they would give me the choice of being grounded or gettin a spanking. Id always take the spankin, Id enjoy the 20 minutes of stinging a$$ instead of being stuck at home all weekend!
 
Boblee,

Yeah, me and my 2 brothers gave our parents enough grief that we got drugged when growin up. If you had to go get a switch better make sure it didn't break cause dad would go get the next one :shock:

Yeah there's a limit to a belt but....as we speak!

California senate is presently voting on a bill to ban whippings by parents :roll:

Naw, them people just aint' right!

Basketcase
 
You said it, Basket ..... I wish California would just secede from the Union and run that circus on their own for a while.

Their lawmakers are an embarrassment to right thinkin people.
 
Did you read about the proposition some guy in Washington State is trying get on the ballot that would force marriage to be between people who can have kids???

His proposal is that couples should be forced by law to prove that they can physically have a child before they can get a marriage license and then if they haven't had a child in 3 or 5 yrs (I forget right off the top of my head) their marriage will be annulled by the state......look it up. People are actually signing the petition for this one!!!!

LEFT COAST!!!!
 
Adam, that kind of sounds like a 'left handed' proposal to prevent same sex marriage. It sure is an extreme way to get there, though.
 
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