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Originally Posted by Frazod
You know, maybe we're not. Maybe we just learned from it, gained strength from it, without the need of headshrinkers, prescribed personality-altering drugs, therapy dogs or ****ing safe spaces.
I remember once I was goofing off in the grocery store. A woman I didn't know smacked the shit out of me, then grabbed me by my ear and took me to my mom and told her what I did and what she did. Mom's reaction - she was mortified - not because a stranger had hit her child, but because her child had created a situation that warranted a stranger hitting her child. So she smacked the shit out of me again, thanked the woman and apologized for my behavior. Then, after we got home, I got my ass kicked a third time. Now, this was well over 40 years ago, and I don't even remember what I did in the first place to rate those three beatings, but I'm damned sure I never did it again.
I guess you'd want the woman in the grocery store to get 20 years hard labor, right?  |
I once got damn near a concussion because my dad was clowning around in the backyard with me and our doberman and the doberman rammed me into a wall headfirst.
My dad should have gone to prison for sure, the dog should have been put down.