EPTWhy beating you kid isn't all that bad... - Page 7
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mitsy
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NewbSaibot
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Just to put things in comparison though, in the adult world, do we discipline each other with violence when we commit childish acts? When one breaks the law, and steals $50,000, is he attacked "with an open hand on the hiney because thats emotionally different than a fist"? No, we just send them to prison, where they can think about what they did. In fact, prison is designed for rehabilitation, although this purpose is often overlooked due to the masses in it's care. We dont hurt them to show that doing certain shit is bad, we let them figure that out on their own. edit: i just glanced and caught this quote I feel sorry for folks who have never known how fitting and wholesome it feels to fear a being who loves you unconditionally. This is the most self-loathing sado masochistic disturbing thing i've read in awhile. Gave me chills. "There is nothing more pleasurable that the fear of pain from the least expected source". What the fuck? Why dont i just cut myself instead, im sure that would be pretty thrilling in a sick unusual way. | ||
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pirate cod
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mitsy
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HULKAMANIA
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On October 04 2005 17:22 NewbSaibot wrote: Just to put things in comparison though, in the adult world, do we discipline each other with violence when we commit childish acts? When one breaks the law, and steals $50,000, is he attacked "with an open hand on the hiney because thats emotionally different than a fist"? No, we just send them to prison, where they can think about what they did. In fact, prison is designed for rehabilitation, although this purpose is often overlooked due to the masses in it's care. We dont hurt them to show that doing certain shit is bad, we let them figure that out on their own. It cracks me up that you whip out our prison system as some shining example of the "go think about what you did" philosophy of punishment. Do you think prisoners actually experience some epiphany of moral lucidity in their jail cells while they're trying to avoid being killed by the gangsters around them? Do you think they see the light, suddenly agree with the judge who sentenced them to five years of hell, and repent? Do you honestly think prisons rehabilitate? The American penal system has fought recidivism since day one and still hasn't figured out how to beat it. Even the UK, who pride themselves on their rehabilitative prison atmosphere, can't knock the frequency of repeat offenders beneath 50%. Not to mentions that prisons practically rattle with the throes of all the violent crime inside them, rape, drug trafficking, and brutal assualts on prison authorities. If you want to offer that form of punishment in the "adult world" as some model of how we should discipline our kids, I'd say no thanks. It doesn't work. I'll tell you another fun fact about prisons. Did you know that greeting card companies can net a considerable profit by selling Mother's Day cards to inmates, but they can't make a dime on Father's Day? Criminals, as a demographic, are notoriously estranged from their fathers; the majority of them never recieved the good old fashion male discipline around the house. They had no one to whip them into shape. In fact, I can't remember the statistic offhand but sons who grow up without their fathers are considerably more likely to commit violent crimes. I guarantee you it's not because their fathers would have had time to have calm, sensible talks to them about the nature of moral maturity during their formative years. Seriously. On October 04 2005 17:22 NewbSaibot wrote: edit: i just glanced and caught this quote This is the most self-loathing sado masochistic disturbing thing i've read in awhile. Gave me chills. "There is nothing more pleasurable that the fear of pain from the least expected source". What the fuck? Why dont i just cut myself instead, im sure that would be pretty thrilling in a sick unusual way. I think you took that out of context (probably because you didn't read anything else in my post). It's also possible that you and I have different ideas about the word fear. I'll outline mine here: First of all fear doesn't have to mean the fear of pain. It doesn't have to connote that you dread pain, deprivation, or anihilation. The King James Bible has a couple of interesting passages to compare to one another. On the one hand, you've got verses like Proverbs 1: 7: "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction." And chapter 8 verse 13: "The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate." Then you can skip on over to 1 John verse 4: “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.” Clearly, the Bible outlines two types of fear right here. One it places as the very starting place for one’s knowledge of and love for God, and the other it places as an enemy to perfect communion with him. Now you may not care about this fine little point of exegesis, but I’m trying to explain my word choice. I can see how it would puzzle you. Even as a college student, I read the King Jimmy more than any other book, and it’s little wonder it invades my diction. But it’s also that I just can’t find a suitable synonym for the type of fear in “the fear of the LORD.” Respect? That’s part of it. Admiration? Perhaps, but that seems a bit too rosy. Reverence? We’re getting there. These words sound too airy to me, though. They lack concreteness. Fear, however, is downright nervy. So I stand by my original choice of saying it is marvelous to fear a being who loves you unconditionally—be it your father or your maker. I don’t dread the thought of him hurting me, though I may endure his chastening; I don’t dream that he might leave me worse off than I am, though he might pare from me some behavior I enjoy; and I certainly don’t fear for my life at his hands, hands which support my life. The fear is something else, something empowering and sweet. Call it awe if you must, or, if it comforts you, chalk it up to masochistic neuroticism. But I’ll tell you now that I didn’t choose to call it wholesome and fitting by accident. When it came to me, it felt like a bone in my mind being set once and for all. | ||
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