The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of graceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying. – Mark Twain, On the Decay of the Art of Lying speech, 1880
I realize that kids can be a lot to handle and that this is doubly so in a daycare environment, but it’s probably going a bit too far when you attempt to drug them into sleeping:
You guys remember the story back in May about a teenager named Daniel Hauser and his attempt to avoid chemotherapy in favor of “alternative” treatments for his cancer? At one point, after a judge had ruled that that he had to undergo chemo, he and his mother went into hiding in defiance of the court . . . → Read More: Daniel Hauser is now cancer free.
I’ve been pondering the above question after reading two different news items about parents who either have refused or are refusing mainstream medical treatments for their kids. The first news item is about a court ruling against Colleen and Anthony Hauser of Minneapolis, Minnesota who had opted not to have their son, Daniel Hauser, receive . . . → Read More: When should the state override parents on the issue of a child’s health care?
Interesting article at the L.A. Times titled Remember ‘go outside and play?’:
Reader, if you’re much over 30, you probably remember what it used to be like for the typical American kid. Remember how there used to be this thing called “going out to play”?
A bunch of kids, with some help from Dad no doubt, film their own episode of Doctor Who versus the Daleks complete with music and appropriately low-budget special effects. It is a six minute and forty-three second tour de force:
If a poll from the folks at What They Play.com is accurate then there are some parents out there with some seriously fucked up priorities. The press release for the survey is up at GamePolitics.com:
Or at least that’s what “Grandpa John” says in the following video:
I have to admit that I nearly burst out laughing at points during that demonstration. I don’t know about you, but having a couple of forks shoved into both ends of my body and then having 110 Volts AC pumped through me doesn’t . . . → Read More: Being a Christian is like being an electrocuted pickle.
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