The Political Compass

[Doc]

Hi,
Then, Doc, you are ignorant of the similarity of physical and mental punishment.  Hours of 'polishing silver' is torture.  Two swats on the behind, when both sides know they are deserved is *not* violence.

Punishment should be swift, and once it's done, it's over.

--Pete
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And that simply doesn't work.

I know when I was a kid, out of all the ways I could be punished, spanking or swatting was the one I was least worried about. I would rather my ass be paddled with a wooden spoon and get it over with, because after it was done, I could be right back out doing whatever I wanted to get my self in to trouble again. Getting cuffed, paddled, slapped around, kicked, beaten, punched, or wapped on the back of the skull was the easiest way out that there was. And it was no big deal. When I was in school, if I had a choice between paddling and staying after class cleaning the blackboards and erasers, I ALWAYS chose the paddling. Because it was done and over quick and I was off the hook. I would do stuff knowing that I would get paddled, and I didn't care. Getting my self in to that much trouble was usually so much fun that it was worth a minute or two out of my day for a paddling. Shooting the teacher in the ass with a spitball when she was bent over and making the whole class laugh? Worth a paddling. Hawking a huge loogie in the teacher's hand when she asked me to spit my gum out? HAH! The class laughed and giggled at that all day and it cost me ten licks with a paddle. Making disgusting fart noises with my armpit that grossed out all of the girls and made every boy in class laugh, and embarassed the teacher something horribly, so badly she couldn't look me in the eye for the rest of the day? Worth the 2 or 3 minutes spend being lashed with a strap. And twice more that day I was right back in the office having my ass torn up again. It got to the point where I was asking "Is that all you got?" when it was over.

My poor foster mother, God rest her soul, tried so hard to break me with a spanking. She used to make me go out and pick hickory switches. And I would come back with several of them and while she was tearing me up I would completely unnerve her by saying "Ooh ooh a little higher this time." She got so flustered that she couldn't whip me any more. That poor woman broke down and bawled her eyes out one day because she just couldn't get through to me. As an adult, I look back, and I feel damn guilty for what I did to her, but back then I was such a terrible little #$%& that I had no idea how much pain I was causing that poor woman. And when my foster dad finally got off his worthless drunk ass one night and tried to whip me, I knocked him over and whipped the crap out of him with his own strap.

Yeah. Spanking is real effective. Worked wonders on me and all other kids out there like me.