We use to walk to school even in the snow uphill both ways.
Telling your kids to walk to school is now child abuse?
This America of ours needs a real good kick in the patookies.
As sweet Saint Loretta says (wack! wack!) “Snap out if it!”
When I was a kid missing the school bus was not an option. My tyrannical father would act like a bear with a sore a**. In fact, my father, Rex, was so famous for the way he acted when we kids messed up they named a dinosaur after him.
Tyrannosorea** Rex.
Oh, puleeze! I had to walk to school in the snow, rain or shine down a busy city street by myself every day for 12 years.
That mother didn’t let the girls out of her sight. They had each other and a dog for protection. Give her the key to the city, not an arrest record. Vote that sheriff out of office.
Oh, for Pete’s sake. She was keeping them safe from auto accident or *sigh* kidnapping.
What, you can’t make your kids empty the trash now?
I looked up the crime rate in Whitwell and as expected it was lower than average. But then I saw that 1 out of every 63 people is a register sex offender? So I looked up other cites to compare. What is happening here?
According to our research of Tennessee and other state lists there were 27 registered sex offenders living in Whitwell, Tennessee as of April 02, 2016.
The ratio of number of residents in Whitwell to the number of sex offenders is 63 to 1.
Read more: http://www.city-data.com/crime/crime-Whitwell-Tennessee.html#ixzz44izxrqQj
According to our research of California and other state lists there were 579 registered sex offenders living in San Francisco as of April 02, 2016.
The ratio of number of residents in San Francisco to the number of sex offenders is 1,426 to 1.
The number of registered sex offenders compared to the number of residents in this city is smaller than the state average.
Read more: http://www.city-data.com/so/so-San-Francisco-California.html#ixzz44j18JuLO
According to our research of District of Columbia and other state lists there were 14 registered sex offenders living in Washington as of April 02, 2016.
The ratio of number of residents in Washington to the number of sex offenders is 45,166 to 1.
The number of registered sex offenders compared to the number of residents in this city is a lot smaller than the state average.
Read more: http://www.city-data.com/so/so-Washington-District-of-Columbia.html#ixzz44j1h5Ewo
According to our research of California and other state lists there were 13 registered sex offenders living in West Hollywood as of April 02, 2016.
The ratio of number of residents in West Hollywood to the number of sex offenders is 2,675 to 1.
The number of registered sex offenders compared to the number of residents in this city is a lot smaller than the state average.
Read more: http://www.city-data.com/so/so-West-Hollywood-California.html#ixzz44j2uPdOe
The family here says she’d have gotten off if she was driving them to a crack house or to get a late term abortion.
Much better than the earlier posted story. This one has distances (missing from the earlier post, and relevant to the story), conditions (also relevant), type and color of car (possibly relevant) and mother’s lack of driver’s license (perhaps useful in her defense). Thanks for the post.
Next thing you know she will be reading the bible to them.
No. One needs to find the original report before “blessing” what this woman was doing! She didn’t even have a valid driver’s license and her dad was arrested on drug charges.
Anybody remember the early 60’s when the SCHOOLS made Elementary kids walk home as part of “security drill”?
2 miles plus.
This story is out of line. Read it people.
The woman appears to be a non-abusive mother with horrible judgment. Is she nuts?
It’s a Dickensian world out there. It makes the marginal into great.
Not quite sure what this woman was attempting to accomplish, but for some reason the whole thing calls to mind the old Monty Python routine about the Four Yorkshiremen:
Four Yorkshiremen Sketch
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort.
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You’re right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who’d a thought thirty years ago we’d all be sittin’ here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we’d a’ been glad to have the price of a cup o’ tea.
GC: A cup ‘ COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, “Money doesn’t buy you happiness.”
EI: ‘E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN’. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin’ in a corridor! Woulda’ been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say “house” it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing “Hallelujah.”
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won’t believe ya’.
ALL: Nope, nope..