Spring is coming to Paris. With flowers, heat and sun are also going children. I do not know if parents lock up their children during the winter, if they hide in a basement and in Austria, but I think there are more children in the streets than before. As I am sure many of you already deduced, I do not get along well with children. Mosquitoes are like me, when I have wanted to kill them near. Now that I have about all the time, I have a few questions.
Why the hell are you playing on the damn street?
Most de las veces yo estudio en mi casa. En invierno fue perfecto. Como no había nadie en las calles no había ruido, y además la calefacción en mi apartamento merece un premio. Pero desde que llegó la primavera, mi apartamento dejó de ser un lugar apropiado para la filosofía.
Desde que dejó de hacer frío, los niños de mi vecindario están bajando a jugar en la CALLE! A mí me importa media mierda que los niños jueguen. Lo que me saca de quicio es que los hijos de puta jueguen en la calle donde vivo. Supongo que les pareció un buen sitio dado that does not happen on my street almost anyone. But how stupid is not playing in the street? Sometimes I wish that those hit by a car to learn why the street is not a place to play.
Why are so spoiled?
Since I could not study at home, I decided to go to the nearest library bus. A woman with two children entered the bus behind me. Out of nowhere, one of the children started screaming "I want to sit! I want to sit! ". The lady did not even try to control the situation, it automatically started looking for a job with his eyes open. All seats were occupied. As time passed, the child cried harder. There came a point where someone broke down and gave him his post carajito shit.
Kids today are spoiled almost all are wild beasts without any respect for authority. Today I have to endure not only the children, who in themselves seem so unpleasant as an enema, but now also among the parent State and cowards, no pain in the ass handing walk as before.
Since I do not believe the Venezuelan government, nor the Pope, I'll say. We must return to free use of the belt. I not only my daughters I will give the occasional spanking, but if I ride a little scene like that of the child on the bus, I'm going to return shit. Rousseau says it very clear in the Emilio , children learn by reason, learning by force. It is absolutely pointless to sit with a child aged 3 to explain, " child before you were born, the company had already predetermined a set of rules that you must respect ." All children will understand the pain. So, if your child is a beast, get your bat. If you are Venezuelan, or worry about LOPNA. You could easily kill your child pain in the ass and 98% of impunity that exists in the Bolivarian Republic, you'd come out easily with it.
Why take the children to the library?
After the little scene on the bus, I finally got to the library. It turns out that in France, children do not have classes on Wednesdays. As here the parents are more educated , instead of taking their children to the mall or McDonalds Toulon, take them to the library. In Paris there are libraries everywhere, each library is more spectacular than the other. The problem is that thanks to the French Revolution, Liberté, Egalité - Fraternité , children are taken as equal and are accepted everywhere. Where once I could not study with children playing in the street, so much less with the mother pussies running through the books.
Days like these, I can not help thinking, " Herod, I miss you."
PS Spare me the comments of "you too were a little girl once."
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