Meanwhile, in Manhattan, 2014...
I sit at a bar on the lower east side of Manhattan and eavesdrop.
A faint male voice complains, "The problem is that people aren't beating their kids anymore. I miss the good old days when a parent would beat the crap out of their kid right there in the grocery store aisle in front of everyone. Just beat the snot out of em. They don't do that anymore. Now what? Now we got kids shooting up the place. They show up at the schools with their parent's guns shooting other students and teachers…they shoot the janitor. They don't care."
I could just as easily be sitting in a bar in St. Louis, Missouri and hear the same complaint. I could sit and eavesdrop on some old guys reminiscing about how, as a kid in their day, you could get your ass beat twice in one day: once by your teacher and once again by your parents when you got home. According to the old guys…boyhood ass beatings made them better men. I'm amused by their conversation just long enough for …
A faint male voice complains, "The problem is that people aren't beating their kids anymore. I miss the good old days when a parent would beat the crap out of their kid right there in the grocery store aisle in front of everyone. Just beat the snot out of em. They don't do that anymore. Now what? Now we got kids shooting up the place. They show up at the schools with their parent's guns shooting other students and teachers…they shoot the janitor. They don't care."
I could just as easily be sitting in a bar in St. Louis, Missouri and hear the same complaint. I could sit and eavesdrop on some old guys reminiscing about how, as a kid in their day, you could get your ass beat twice in one day: once by your teacher and once again by your parents when you got home. According to the old guys…boyhood ass beatings made them better men. I'm amused by their conversation just long enough for …