PLEASE KNOW THAT I READ WHAT YOU SEND:
I can’t possibly keep up with the number of emails I’ve received over the past few editorials, especially concerning the mess in Baltimore, to the point that I apologize for not responding. BUT KNOW THIS . . . I READ WHAT YOU WRITE.
THE TWO FISTED MOMMA:
We need more mothers, like the Black Woman who was willing to do what it took to control her kid, as we witnessed on the street in Baltimore a couple of days ago.
Growing up, my two sisters and I got along quite well, and by all measure, we were in no way troublemakers. In my case, I did my chores around the house, I always worked to raise money from the time I was 12-years old whether it was through babysitting, newspaper delivery, washing windows . . . etc.
But, like every kid, I too had my moments . . . not many – but enough to cause my mother from time to time to utter these horrifying words . . . WAIT TILL DADDY GETS HOME.
And I knew, that once it got to that level . . . it was not going to be good for me, and sure enough . . . IT NEVER WAS. I was kind of a stubborn kid. I would never make a plea for forgiveness or apologize for whatever it was that invited the wrath of my parents. So I buckled down preparing for the worst when daddy would get home.
ALSO . . . every time this would happen, which was not often, I deserved it.
THE GOOD NEWS . . . is that I never got hurt. THE BETTER NEWS . . . is that whatever I did or said to invite the discipline – I never did or said again.
In today’s world, my parents would have been charged and arrested for child abuse, even though the THOUGHT of the discipline I was about to receive was far worse than the actual discipline meted out.
IN ESSENCE . . . the discipline I received, which was measured and far from brutal, and not much more than a slap, generally on my backside, peppered with disciplinary words, which in fact were firm and clearly intentioned, but not really angry, helped shape who I am today.
WHAT WOULD WE DO WITH OUR CHILDREN?
ANNE AND I DON’T HAVE CHILDREN, but, if we did have children, the last thing we would want to do is strike a child. But, unlike Anne, I would be more likely to administer measured punishment as a last resort.
AND THE LAST THING I WOULD WANT . . . is for some bureaucrat, social worker, teacher, or some other do-gooder to tell me how I should raise my children.
IF UP TO THE LEFT . . . THE TWO FISTED MOMMA WOULD BE CHARGED:
If you think I’m wrong about how the LEFT would treat this mom, who DID THE RIGHT THING by smacking some sense, humility and discipline into her son on the street where he was participating in the riots, look at the parents who were charged, just for letting their children walk unescorted to the park.
So what do you think the LEFT would want to do with the MOM’S smack-down?
THERE IS A SPECIAL PLACE IN IDIOT-VILLE FOR THE LEFT:
How has all of this LEFTIST balderdash over the last number of generations . . . about reasoning with spoiled rotten kids, by sparing the child already entitled from birth, using psychology and psychologists instead of a whack on the behind done for our societies?
SPARE THE ROD AND SCREW-UP SOCIETY:
Not only do I support some TOUGH-LOVE for kids, REASONABLY administered by parents, I also think it’s high time that many in our government and media should also take a few WHACKS for the abysmal job they’ve perpetuated on society.
ON A TOTALLY UNRELATED NOTE:
The other day, if the reports can be believed, which I believe are indeed true . . . it appears that the Israeli Air Force in conjunction with the SAUDIS, leveled an Iranian MISSILE base in Yemen, with a BUNKER BUSTER BOMB, the likes of which the Obama administration will not sell to Israel, for the purpose of taking out Underground Iranian Nuclear Sites.
So, when you see the Saudis POUNDING Iran’s Houthi proxies, with no signs of really letting-up, while partnering-up with Israel, especially in the creation of BUNKER BUSTER BOMBS, and the administration of such . . . YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE THAT SOMETHING IS REALLY UP.
If I was Iran, I would be more concerned than just somewhat.
Today represents 42-Years that Anne and I have been married – it is a testament to her courage, tolerance and staying power . . . and to my great fortune.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov