Skip to comments.Father jailed for beating 3 kids after they wouldn't say who farted in his car
Posted on 12/28/2012 8:04:41 PM PST by expat1000
A man viciously beat his own children for passing gas in his car causing the car to smell bad. The children are six, nine and twelve-years old.
Austin Davis, 32, became angry and beat his three children with a belt after none of them would own up to who had passed gas in the car.
Police were called to a home near DeLand, Florida. A woman at the home told police that one of the children told her they were beaten, because they would not tell Davis who passed gas in the car.
The pictures showed a 6-year-old, with several bruises on the buttocks, legs and thighs, and the 12-years-old, had bruises on the legs and thighs, while the 9-year-old refused to have pictures taken of the injuries for fear of retaliations if Davis found out that they reported the incident, according to reports.
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"...and its magic smell." No, wait...
I’ve often heard about pointyheads, but never actually seen one.
A cousin of the Yeti, I believe.
The Balinese turn their chillun’ into sociopaths for the purpose of getting them to dance the old forms.
Would you care to expand on this tangent? Because you’ve got me curious now.
Wise child. We get along well now.
I am 'harsh' on children in that I treat them like short people that happen to be newbs. I boss them if they act silly. I give them exact instructions (Hand me that 7/16" wrench). And generally expect them to behave like.... well.... I expect normal people to behave.
Amazing how well they meet my expectations.
I've got an 18 mo old grand-daughter. I don't babytalk her, and sorry, if she doesn't speak english, spanish, or french, I can't understand, even if I can hear her.
Speak english to me, cambodian to the rest of the family that understands it.
She figured it out.
She speaks (very little) english, pitched in a tone that I can hear if she wants to talk to me.
Good enough for an 18 month old.
Hope you and yours had a great Christmas and prayers up for a great New Year.
what a creep and loser.
Whoever smelt it , dealt it.
The remarkable thing is that while they have this innocence...they are also SO MUCH more clever than we give them credit for.
And too easily hurt when families break up.
You do the best you can, but who knows whether or not the niece is going to be impacted later on by the fact that mom and dad are divorced and she’s living with grandma and grandpa (because mom gave her up) while dad’s in Afghanistan.
Mom still has the younger brother and sister.
You don’t want to tolerate everything...but you don’t want to be overly harsh either.
They all have fartenpoopen.
I farted in church once and had to sit in my own pew.
I remember in summer camp a bully would rat-tail everyone with a towel until someone would fess up to the farting.
"I won't be wronged, I won't be insulted, and I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people and I expect the same from them."
Old fashioned, these days, but whatever problems the children have to deal with from the crap their parents dealt them, they CAN behave properly.
Children in those situations need lots of time, and lots of love.
Grandad always told me that 'you don't have to be smart, to be good'.
If that's too harsh, I'm sorry, but that's the way it is around papa John.
Look at dad. He is sad.
The story never says who actually farted in the car.
This jerk was my Dad. Now, I don’t touch my kids at all because I’ve learned that there are harsher penalties for serious infractions (obviously not farting, which always brings a chuckle and a reminder to say excuse me). I remember when I was a kid and my brother and I were in trouble for playing in a nearby junkyard. My mother pleaded with my Dad not to give us the belt, and he reluctantly agreed. We were given a choice. Take the belt or stay in our room all day. After about an hour stuck in the room, my brother and I opened the door and asked for the belt. We dared each other to cry as my father wailed away on our butts. In the end, we got to go back out an play. That’s all that mattered. That was the only time our Dad gave us that kind of choice. After that, it was back to the knuckle sandwich for every stupid, or imagined, mess up. So, now that I’m a parent, I do my best to keep the punishments equitable. An hour inside the room is way harsher than physical punishment to an active kid. The lesson also lasts longer. Back to this guy, though. He just sounds sadistic! Farting, really? That is truly extreme. Looking back, I think even my father would’ve just laughed at that.
Whoever denied it, supplied it. You people are tooo much :)
No... it’s not harsh.
I believe kids need discipline and nurturing both.
Don’t want to raise a #$^% liberal.
In 8th grade, I actively sought out a diet that would help me fart in science class. There were 5 of us who would have competitions.
It was the dad who farted.
After all, as everyone knows, “He who smelt it, dealt it.”
way is to simply keep a fly swatter around ~ hit a bug with it every now and then ~ never clean it. Tell the kid ‘I’ll get the fly swatter after you’ ~ now that will work ~
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That’ll work...must be the grandfather to
“The girls room mirrors in school always had smears wear the girls were ‘blotting’ their lipstick and everyone was getting ticked. The Janitor says “get a bunch of them in there and I will get it stopped”...girls were getting lectured about how hard it was to clean and unsanitary etc when the janitor came in with his bucket and squeegie. Said excuse me, went to the first stall, dipped the squeegie and proceed to wash the mirrors. Never had lipstick on them again.