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Awesome!
Batshit crazy!
Batshit crazy!
Because Reagan listened to the Liberals.I've mentioned before that when the institutions were shut down in the latter part of the last century, they simply opened the doors and said be free.
And they have taught this hack (and many others) that because he has a diagnosis, it is OK for him to act this way.There are people in our government encouraging this, egging it on in some cases.
When I was a kid we didn't ADD and a bunch of other ****.And they have taught this hack (and many others) that because he has a diagnosis, it is OK for him to act this way.
It is not. He was lied to.
Oh yeah. I was born in ‘70. Belts, big wooden spoons, etc… When I was in 5th grade I started taking taekwondo. I forget what I did to piss off my mom that time but she tried to whack me with a yardstick. I low blocked it and broke it in half. She was livid. Sent me to my room and I knew I was getting my azz beat when my dad got home. When I heard the garage door open I put a magazine down the back of my pants. A few minutes later he came in for my attitude adjustment. One whack and he busted out laughing and walked away. It was a small victory.When I was a kid we didn't ADD and a bunch of other ****.
You simply got beat by your parents or teachers until you learned how to act right.
My mother beat the **** out of me until I was about 12 and got big enough to defend myself. She went to smack me across the face for some perceived infraction or imperfection and by reflex I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She fell down on the floor crying because she realized she couldn't beat me any more.Oh yeah. I was born in ‘70. Belts, big wooden spoons, etc… When I was in 5th grade I started taking taekwondo. I forget what I did to piss off my mom that time but she tried to whack me with a yardstick. I low blocked it and broke it in half. She was livid. Sent me to my room and I knew I was getting my azz beat when my dad got home. When I heard the garage door open I put a magazine down the back of my pants. A few minutes later he came in for my attitude adjustment. One whack and he busted out laughing and walked away. It was a small victory.