11-17-2005, 01:45 AM
Pete,Nov 16 2005, 08:24 PM Wrote:Hi,
How clever of you to identify to a young child honest work with punishment. I hope she has the means to become what they used to call 'a lady of leisure', or the talent to aspire in to a position where she will be well rewarded for doing nothing, for that is the course that you are preparing for her.
As to appropriate corporal punishment -- pain is nature's way of telling you you screwed up. It's an ancient and subtle mechanism that should neither be abused nor ignored. See RAH for more.
--Pete
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Good. I hope she develops an aversion to menial labour. I hope she keeps her life on track and focused to where she never screws up badly enough to be stuck living with bad choices that keep her doing common labour. I want her to grow up hating it so much that she is deathly afraid of doing something, anything, so stupid that it might condemn her to a lifetime of housework and servitude. I want her to go to college. And make something of her self. I don't want her pregnant, dropping out of high school, and married to some dead beat and living in some #$%&ty trailer like her own mother that no longer has custody of her. I want her to be so scared of being stuck in a lifetime of doing that that it gives her nightmares and causes her panic. I want her terrified of mediocrity. She is only in preschool now, but she is already reading and showing signs of being exceptional. Her speech and manners are already better than kids two or three times her age, better than some adults. She is well behaved, well adjusted, and bright. And other than a little to much television, she is a good kid. She can read, she can count, she is already doing some simple math. She can write her own name. She can think. She formulates her own thoughts. And when she is out back polishing silverware, she is out there thinking. You can see it in her little wrinkled furrowed brow and her constant muttering.
It's just another form of pain. And like you mentioned, it's nature's way of telling you that you screwed up.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."