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Friday, August 05, 2005

figuratively speaking

Let's say you have a house.

You're not very rich, but its a beautiful house and you get to do whatever you want to do with it. You raise your family according to your values and everybody is happy with that.

Then you see your rich neighbour's house down the road. The parents there are a little messed up, you think. They raise their kids in a funny way. You don't like it, so you go over and volunteer to babysit their little kid so that you can impose your values onto them. At the same time, you bring over your own kids to your neighbour's house so that they make use of the PS2 over there.

All this goes on for a while, until the neighbour's kids get pissed offed that their house is being intruded upon. They can't seem to monopolise their PS2 even though it belongs to them. They wonder how come they have to share it with your kids.

Suddenly, everybody realises that your intention wasn't to babysit the kids. Your intention was to let your own kids enjoy using the PS2, something that you don't have at home. Kids, being kids get angry and retaliate. So the neighbour's kids start beating up your little ones everyday. And there's really nothing much you can do as a parent because kids will always find their way to do something nasty. Its the simple law of the playground.

You angrily report this matter to your neighbour, but really, do you expect him to be able to do anything? He could ground his kids, yes, but as long as your own kids are in his house, there is no way to seperate them is there? And then, the naughty boys propose a truce.

"Get your kids to stay out of my house and away from our PS2 and we won't beat them up anymore!"

Every goddamn person I know would keep their kids where they belong - in their own house. Unfortunately, that's not how stuff works in the real world. In the real world, the more your kid gets beaten up, the more defiant you get saying that you weren't in the wrong in the first place. Well, it doesn't matter who is wrong or right. What matters is that your poor kid gets beaten up everyday, you dumbass.



*Never mind if you don't understand what I am talking about, you'll have read it in today's news anyway*

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