BY: LACEY EMMANUEL
Growing up as a child, my parents were assertive in their discipline and used various types of force when my siblings and I got out of line. Without this type of necessary punishment, I wouldn’t have grown up to be the successful child abuser I am today.
My father used to paddle me until I couldn’t sit on a chair without screaming in pain. Did I deserve it? Most certainly. I never questioned him on what I did wrong because I was terrified. Other times, my parents didn’t need any cause because they were my parents. They struck me full of everlasting love, loyalty and crushing anxiety.
And that’s why I’m a perfectly normal parent when I pummel my children as a form of discipline. I’m not really an effective parent without it.
The government has no right to dictate how I use violence against my offspring. They may already provide free education, healthcare and other social benefits to my family. But telling me when I can’t lay a good beating against my children is when the government crosses the line.
I hold sacred religious beliefs through creative interpretation of scriptures that justify striking a child, regardless of age or whether the the child is mine. This is my religion and making laws stopping me from strapping my little ones is a violation of my rights. I’m quite certain a child beating proverb is in the Bible, but I haven’t checked as I have been too busy spanking my kids.
Parents these days can’t control their children without a arbitrary, painful demonstration of authority via bodily assault. Without it, our children may not fear their parents or worse, may learn to use their words to solve problems.
