Originally Posted by
longfisher
Now, it's early in the investigation and I'm holding my tongue until more is done. But I'm NOT blaming the Repubs yet for this.
Sure they're fearmongers. Sure they're warmongers. Sure they are duplcitous. Sure they're spineless cowards and blowhards But, at present at least, I don't think they're murderous, no matter how much their tongues spew hate speech.
Unfortunately, it's looks like this nut case just hitched his wagon to a star, so to speak, and did what the was going to do anyway someday, somehow. But this time he chose to do it to a congresswoman...a Democrat congresswoman. He was going to take himself down somehow anyway. Why not appear, at least, to be associated with a cause.
Pretty sad all the way around, really. Hate to see a young man so desperate for, well, I'm no psychoanalyst, some damned recognition that the only glory he could find in the world was through violence, short-lived and meaningless as it was.
I wish his old man had taken him fishing and hunting more. When my kid had troubles, and boy did he have troubles, that's where we went. There's nothing a week in the wood living off the land won't cure. It clears you mind up substantial like or you come back 15 lbs. lighter. Hunger will work on a teenagers mind a lot more than it will on the mind of an adult. Try it on your uppidy kid, you won't believe how tame and dependent they get all of a sudden.
After about 5 days, their ahole puckers up with dread that they'll miss that shot on a skinny squirrel 60 yards distant in a tree. And, when they do just be silent and let your grumbling stomachs do the preaching. Hunger puts a whole new perspective on life for them and all teenagers forget about all of their petty problems they have with you and your rules when you put that first rabbit in the pot.
Had his Dad been a better man maybe he'd be in college, instead of where he's going, death row.
By the way, they'll give that kid the needle in Arizona...and the case will be judge he killed, not the congresswoman's injuries.
So to all of those who've had to put up with crap from their kids, screw them. You know better. You run the place and you're completely essential to them not turning out to be a shooter in a sure to be caught situation.
You're the absolutely best thing that could have ever happened to them. There's absolutely nothing more important to the well-being of a family than the belligerent presence of a loyal pugnacious irritable full-grown adult male with a short-temper and a way of thinking that's not going to be changed by a teenager's smart-assed ignorant talk.
If you let them pilot when they should be rowing and rowing hard they're going to be completely adrift without you one day. They could end up like this poor kid who's going to fry. And, even they know it, although they'll not admit it.
Just tell them to shut their trap, use whatever high volume you need to use in making that statement, squint your eyes and assume the T fighting position if you have to. But tell them to strap that fighting belt on and get in the f*cking truck as they're got some fishing to do, NO EXCUSES AND NO BACKTALK OR ALL HELL IS GOING TO BREAK LOOSE.
For impudence, a Father's angry tongue shown in full-throated voice is not only the tonic of the Gods but salvation itself.
I also told mine that if they fought someone outside the house they'd have another fight they didn't have a change in Hell of winning the moment they got into the house. Kills freelancing and bullying in the family immediately. Takes the piss out of their vinegar everywhere else when they're outside of the house.
But I also told them they were under my protection. And, I meant it. I don't do talk therapy to those that cross us. Setting boundaries like this, uncompromizing boundaries, gives them a whole new perspective on where they fit in the scheme of things. It also has a remarkably calming effect on those that cross us.
Lastly when they got to big for their britches with the wife, I told them I was the f*cking lion in this place and as was my right I DO ALL THE F*CKING ROARING. They could keep their smart yap shut when talking to my wife or they'd be rolling with the old man on the carpet in a microsecond.
That's how you bring up a boy. Mine's a scholar now and going on to be a great citizen, compeletely free of spirit, and embued with admiration of the concept of citizenship.
I blame the kid's Dad.
LF
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