Thread: Detention

One of the modern era problems is parents spending way to much time on computers iPad's and such for very little outcome.

Cheers,


Frank.

Originally Posted by FRB Design

One of the modern era problems is parents spending way to much time on computers iPad's and such for very little outcome.

Cheers,


Frank.

Here here

Or is that meant to be

Hear hear


Dave

The Turning Cowboy

Originally Posted by DaveTTC

Here here

Or is that meant to be

Hear hear


Dave

The Turning Cowboy

Google it

Originally Posted by Big Shed

Google it

But then is be wasting more time on my iPhone instead of helping my kids clean up 'their' toys. Wife will be home in an hour and the kitchen is a mess


Dave

The Turning Cowboy

Originally Posted by DaveTTC

To say caning should be outlawed because it has been abused is reasoning that could be equally applied to anything in society that has been abused.


Dave

The Turning Cowboy

I say caning should be outlawed because it IS abuse. And it also doesn't help. It just teaches that the person with the big stick wins.

One would hope with the bunch of disobedient kids we apparently have now we will never get atrocities committed by people "just following orders".

Never say brats aren't punished, they grow up and have brats of there own.

I DO leave my car open all the time. Its so full of junk no one would want it. And no one steals a beat up ol' camry for a joy ride.

We were blessed with a PE teacher and football coach who was capable of breaking bone. A caning from this "gent" left you with life long disfigurement. He was very proud of his ability and eagerly awaited his next victim. In an all boys school, he didn't have to wait long.
Our school was very much a rugby school, with a very good sporting record. I loved footy and still do. Though the spirit is willing the flesh is weak. In a game against a rival school, I was playing fly half and was the captain. The opposing fly was an exceptional tackler and was managing to stand well offside in each set play. At times there would have been no more than 3m between us. I could understand his reasoning as I was much bigger than him and if allowed to get up a bit of speed I would have a good chance of breaking the tackle. This led to me having to receive the ball with my opposing player just waiting to send me to ground. So when in striking distance of their line , I would put across a diagonal kick for our winger, who would catch the ball and proceed to score a try. We pulled this off three times successfully during the game , with a few near scoring opportunities as well. We were defeated by one point. When shaking hands with my tormentor, I said how lucky they were to have a blind ref, he agreed. We have remained mates for life. Pound for pound , he would have had to be one of the best players I have played against.
Upon leaving the field, our "coach" told me I played a "gutless game" and to see him in his office first thing the next morning.
The next morning I received six cuts of the cane.
Two days later, I was out on the paddock with the Combined High School side trying to catch and pass with two broken fingers on each hand. And they weren't from football.
Our school, at the end of the season, played a short twenty minutes each way game between staff and first grade. My opposing player was my "coach." He lasted one tackle. Our half back measured the furrow in the ground at games end, it was ankle deep and two paces long. I have never felt more justified in my life.

Leave the cane in the bush with leaves on it.