Whatever happened to old-fashioned spankings? (standard:Inspirational stories, 911 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 08 2012	Views/Reads: 7523/2609	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes watching the news on television gets rather disparaging. Now that we have 24/7 news, not only can we see the news any time we want to, but we can see it over and over and over again. It is particularly disheartening when there is a "slow&qu

Sometimes watching the news on television gets rather disparaging. Now
that we have 24/7 news, not only can we see the news any time we want 
to, but we can see it over and over and over again. It is particularly 
disheartening when there is a "slow" news day. I think all of us can 
remember O.J. Simpson's mad race down a Los Angeles highway. 

I can remember the good old days when Uncle Walter brought us up to
speed on the day's news inside of a 30-minute program. Oh, for those 
good old days. 

Never has an American generation been exposed to so much and knows so
little for so short a time. 

This all came to me recently when the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
and I were watching the news after our evening repast. I think it was 
the 9,999 times this particular news story had been played. Of course, 
we do not watch television that often and so we may only have seen a 
very short portion. The short portion that we saw was just about enough 
and my wife said so. 

It was the news story, if you remember, of the bus lady who was bullied
by children. 

"I think those children," my wife said and then paused while she grit
her teeth violently, "need a good old-fashioned spanking." And with 
that, she crossed her arms and set her face in a defiant manner. 
Luckily, I was not one of those children or I would have received the 
intentions of her mind at that point. 

Her comment got me to thinking. There was a time, back in "the day,"
when spankings were rather normal. Someone once said that if you saw a 
young boy on the street you should stop what you're doing and give him 
a good spanking because he was either coming from trouble or headed for 
trouble. Raising children then was a community affair. I am not sure 
that ever took place, but it does have an authentic ring to it. 

I semi-fondly remember when I was a youngster I had the heebie-jeebies
whaled out of me by my father on a regular basis. And I can testify 
that I have not missed those heebie-jeebies. My life is better for not 
having them. 

Watching the video about the kids bullying that bus lady, I could not
help but think that they were a rather spoiled bunch of little brats. 
Pardon my French. I think I would have taken it one step further than 
my wife. Not only do those youngsters need a good old-fashioned 
spanking but I think their parents do as well. Kids today are only a 
mirror of what they see and hear at home. 

When I was young, the only spoiled brats around were the children of the
rich folk. They could afford to be spoiled brats because their parents 
with their money bought their way into society. The only thing those 
kids ever earned was a bad reputation and distain from the rest of us. 
The rest of us, having gone through the spanking rituals, could not 
afford to be spoiled brats. Good parents made sure of that. 

I think of what my father use to say. "Son, I'm going to take this Board
of Education and apply it to the seat of your learning." I can testify 
that he was very enthusiastic about his job. With all that education, I 
have had multiple degrees on my posterior. Even to this day, every time 
I sit down I am reminded of that education. 

This "Board of Education" that my father was superintendent of, always
hung by the door. Being the religious person that my father was, he had 
printed on this "Board of Education" the phrase from a favorite hymn, 
"I Need Thee Every Hour." It was a motto he lived up to all the years 
of my boyhood. 

I often prayed my father would get weary of exercising that “Board,” but
I must confess that my naughtiness wearied long before he did. Looking 
back, I am grateful. 

I will not go as far as to say that I am a good person, only that I am
not a spoiled brat. I have learned through the years, thanks to the 
energy of my father, to extend courtesy to everybody around me and be 
respectful. 


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