New Hate-Filled Neo-Con Post!

Sorry, I have just been swamped up to my eyeballs with work and pushing little, old ladies into oncoming traffic. Y'all have done well in my absence. I have not had the time to figure out how I'm going to stir a bucket of dung over the religion debate, but trust me, I'm working on it.

To comment on the responses over my experience with public education and snatching my boy outta public school, let me say this. No one, I mean no one, is going to tell me how to raise my son. If you have ideas about how to raise your children, great. You raise yours and I'll raise mine.

That said, I attended public school back in a time when Blacks were forced to sit on the back of bus, but classes were fully integrated. I am not about to say that I had Black friends in Elementary school. It was frowned upon. My son has been exposed to the exact opposite of that. I have beat into him the fact that everyone is equal in the eyes of G_d and I will accept no less than that from him. He is a damn good boy.

He did attend public school until the time that the Flower Children teachers began to inundate his little brain with crap that I wouldn't try to sell to a wet brain. I'm sorry if it upsets some people, but I am a Catholic. I believe that homosexuality is wrong. I believe that molesting children is wrong. I believe that killing and selling drugs are wrong as well. To tell my boy that drinking and smoking dope and sleeping with men is okay goes against everything that I know to be the truth, so I snatched him out of public school.

I know that my son understands the sexual act and I know that he will wait until marriage. Did I? Why Hell no. I smoked weed, shot needle dope, drank and ran around with all kinds of women. To tell my son that he should not do the same as I did is NOT hipocritical, it's good parenting. I told him of my mistakes and how it cheapened the experience that I had with my wife, who was everything in the world to me. And worse still, I used up some of the things that I should have saved for her.

For a twenty year old to lecture on the state of affairs in today's youth is not only the sign of thinking that at twenty your opinion is sound, but ignorance in not knowing that your opinion is sure to change. Do you think that I always held the opinions that I do now? I grew up. My thoughts, feelings, and opinions began changing the day that I took responsibility for bringing another human into this tough world.

If you are not a bleeding-heart liberal through your twenties, you have no soul. If you are not evolving into a dyed-in-the-wool conservative in your thirties, you have no brain.

Peace.

UPDATE: No, soundboyz, I am not calling y'all out. The thing about don't tell me how to raise my kid was more in reference to the teacher telling me, "Mr. Mitchell, you have to teach your son these things." My response, "Shut up."

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