When I was growing up there was a saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.” Kids soon found out that nothing could make a bully melt in his shoes faster than reciting that little rhyme, smiling and walking away.
Now it’s “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will scar me for life and force me to seek therapy and someone has to pay!”
Our parents also taught us Plan B. That was if the bully hit or attacked us, we had our parents full permission(and sometimes orders) to either whale the daylights out of them or take an honorable beating if we were unable to do so.
The world was a much better place then, believe it or not, and bullies, without exception, soon met that kid who put them to shame in front of everyone. Presto! A reformed bully that never grew up into a Liberal, lawyer-happy namby pamby. How times have changed!
“The world was a much better place then, believe it or not, and bullies, without exception, soon met that kid who put them to shame in front of everyone”
And therein lies the rub. There is no shame anymore. What was shame is now hurt “feelings”.
We have been legislated and socially engineered to accept the unacceptable, to see absurdity as normality.
My father told me that life’s not fair and that the world didn’t owe me a living.
That’s been my experience. Apparently I’ve been wrong.
And here we are.