Stupid Parenting

Based on the kid in the basket, this was originally intended as a silly post featuring silly asians...but instead this will be my first serious blog-rant...here we go...

LADY - WHAT IF? Have you thought about what would happen if you got in an accident? Red Kid is gonna lose grip and body surf along the pavement, and Baby's gonna roll-out head first! I don't know who's got less sense, this woman or the parent that raises their kids while smoking cigarettes.

We've all had grief with our parents ranging from minor annoyances to contemplated murder, but wow there are some thoroughly dumb shit parents out there.

Take for instance, the latest big case involving hockey parents = aka Nazi hockey dads:

The case involves Thomas Junta, a 44-year-old truck driver, who was convicted by a Massachusetts jury of involuntary manslaughter in the death of death of Michael Costin, a 40-year-old carpenter. It all began at a pickup hockey game.

Mr. Costin was coaching a team that included his three sons. They were playing against another team that included Mr. Junta's son. Mr. Junta believed that Mr. Costin was letting his team play too rough. Junta asked Costin to stop the rough play and was basically told to butt out. ''That's hockey'' were Mr. Costin's exact words. Some pushing and shoving ensued and Mr. Junta was told to leave the rink.

Junta returned to the rink after a few minutes to check on his son and immediately got into it again with Costin. This time real blows were exchanged and Junta, who outweighed Costin by 100 pounds, ended up on top of Costin. The most consistent accounts have Junta hitting Costin at least 3 times and pounding his head into the hard rubber matted floor at least once. As a result of the beating he took, Costin suffered a torn artery in his neck, a wound that left him brain dead almost instantly. He died the next day.

Why is your kid in hockey? So he can experience teamwork, learn sportsmanship, have fun? Or is it a way for your swelling pride and incessant self-hate to be released because you don't have any alternative outlets to deal with your own shit. Me, me, me is the key and it's worth an up-close display of murder and vengeance in front of my own son. What a great lesson - "Son, if you don't like the other team's strategy, you should kill them." You might as well bring your son to the nudey bar too, maybe teach him how to cheat on his taxes while you're there, why not beat the shit out of him on the way home, too?

If you have kids you're ONE JOB IN LIFE is to raise them with loving care and with their best intentions in mind.

How can you smoke in front of your kids and tell them to eat their vegetables? How dumb is that? Why the HELL do kids EVER feel neglected? Like if there's one important thing in your day it's SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR SON.

Most parents will admit that they want the best opportunity for their kids growing up, but if you're a dumbass alcoholic father who curses his wife out and calls his kid an "idiot" when the boy makes a mistake, then YOU'RE PASSING THAT SHIT ON. You've cursed your own child with a life destined to be as horrible as yours unless he miraculously receives some real love or experiences some huge intervention, and even then it's a ton of hard work to break a tradition that has been passed down generationally.

Abusive parents? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU. Forgiveness and grace and redemption is certainly the word here, but you can sink no lower than this. You are barely a human being and 99% of my heart wants you dead now.

Fortunately, there is a light bright enough to counter all darkness, and love is/was/always-will-be the only real way to heal.