The other night when I was cooking dinner the smoke alarm went off. Not that unusual being as my house was built for hobbits. It has low ceilings, but anyway when I took the lid off of some boiling pasta, the alarm went off. Mo-Mo the kitty O was sitting on the foot stool staring at Rick, just-a screaming. He was looking at Rick as if to say, “Do we need to pack it up and leave this joint?” So Rick took down the smoke detector down until I finished the pasta. Then Barney came in a pissed on the foot stool, so back out he goes.
After we ate supper, we were sitting around talking. We were talking about the kids and the increasing problems and things that are plaguing them. The rate of children that have autism is some thing we had never seen before. I blame it on drugs the amount of vaccines that children have to take now-a-days. I can remember no autistic children growing up.
In an entirely different theme now, I will tell you my take on ADD and ADHD. There were no children suffering from that either and if they were, it was cured with a butt whipping. In my day, we were afraid of getting our ass whipped. If you got a whipping for no paying attention, then you paid more attention. I am not talking about abuse but discipline. Back in the country, if the men knew someone who was beating their child, they got a visit from some grown men that would show them what a beating was all about. I knew about a man who was whipping a child with a rose-bush. He was taught all about how it feels to get beat with a thorn-bush. His child was never again whipped with a rose-bush. That was about 30 years ago. The world is so crazy now.