FRIDAY FREE FOR ALL - August 22, 2008
By 250 News
Friday, August 22, 2008 04:00 AM
This is the open forum day, and Opinion 250 is counting on all to mind their manners! This has been a very "lively" week when it comes to dealing with unacceptable postings.
The rules are simple, and we have added a new one:
- Keep it clean
- Keep it legal
- No bullying of other posters.
- No rumours!
With those basic rules in mind,
L E T 'E R R I P
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The other day, someone at a store in town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse just outside of town and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's field's. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood, and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behaviour in everthing I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack cocaine, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, our country would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
Have a great weekend everyone,
taxinapothole