When I was a senior in high school, we had a new principal come in. He was from the "city" (the big "D"), and as students we were all aghast at this man overturning just about everything we had ever known. We were no longer allowed to wear our coats in class, or carry a backpack into class. Neither of those brought out the rage as his next order of business: students were no longer allowed to park on school property with any firearms in their vehicle.
Keep in mind that this was the early 90's, and hunting season was a legitimate reason to be late to class or miss school entirely. Deer season was considered a holiday to most of the folks in the small town I attended school in. (My graduating class was the biggest ever at the time, clocking in at 63 students.) Pretty much every one learned to shoot at a young age.
Even animal hugging, anti-hunting little old me was taught to shoot at the age of six. My daddy was smart - he picked out the meanest shotgun we owned to teach both my brother and I on. Trust me, I never forgot the feeling of that recoil against my shoulder. I never touched one without permission. Neither did my brother.
Today, there was yet another school shooting - this time in Baltimore, and I have to admit, I'm tired of it. I'm just as tired of hearing folks complain about guns being the problem - the guns aren't the problems, the lousy parents are.
Yeah, I said it. Most parents these days SUCK ROCKS. I see it as a parent myself - I'm watching three year olds run the show, and it doesn't work that way. My daughter knows, and maybe it's the crazy Mexican thing - but she's the kid, I'm the parent, and when I ask or say something to be done, if it's not done in 3 seconds, there are consequences. There's none of this oh, you don't want to eat this for dinner? Let me make you some chicken nuggets. Pffft. Eat what's on the table, or stay hungry. There's no distractions at the table either, because there are no phones, computers, TV, games, etc. We eat, we talk, and no one leaves the table until dinner is done.
Parents these days need to put on their big boy and girl panties, and BE A PARENT, not their child's best friend. Don't avoid conversations, because they will only come back to haunt you in the end - yes, I'm talking to the parents who spell the word S-E-X out. You can teach kids about their body without turning them into a sl*t. As a 35 year old woman, I can only sit back and say HEY! I wish someone had told me more about my fertility when I was 11 instead of just telling me anytime I had sex I could get knocked up, because IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT! (Sure, any time you have sex it could be the right time, but ONLY if you are ovulating. If you have no clue what I mean, obviously you have never had a hard time getting pregnant and spent months charting. Anyways...)
To go back to the school shooting, maybe if the parent was being a parent, maybe it wouldn't have happened. Yeah, maybe is the word there - but maybe if all kids were taught to shoot, respect the gun - oh, and hey, RESPECT OTHERS like it used to be, we wouldn't have any school shootings at all. They were unheard of when I was a kid, and there probably was more guns lying around the house (not in safes like we're stuck doing these days). I recall one whopping incident when I was a kid - a bomb scare, from a kid doing a prank. (Ah, the days of no caller ID!) Zip back in your mind folks, do you remember high school incident after incident? I don't.
Oh, wait, I forgot the time Jason K. tossed cherry bombs into the boys bathroom on purpose to set the fire alarm off to avoid a test. My bad. (I have to admit, that was hysterically funny...) Make that 2. In our whole county. Over years and years.
If you spoke to someone older than 18, you were expected to say "Yes ma'am" or "No, sir". Remember that? If you talked back, you were punished - and not just your video games taken away for a day or so like parents do today. You learned RESPECT.
Maybe it's time to rewind the clock and go back to what parents used to do, because it seems maybe they knew what they were doing all along. Imagine that!
And yes, you can disagree with what I'm saying - but chances are, you know I'm right.