So we all know that there is going to be sooooo many of these scumbags revealed and that they can’t be rehabilitated. You almost have to use the death penalty due to volume. Wouldn’t it be nice to know your kids are safe and can play in the neighborhood till dinner or join a team and you don’t have to sit like a hawk watching practices.
Yep - I'm almost 72. When we were young we played outside until past dark. My mother would stick her head out the door, scream our names and call us inside. Sometimes one of us would be within ear shot. That one would then go and gather up the other two.
So we all know that there is going to be sooooo many of these scumbags revealed and that they can’t be rehabilitated. You almost have to use the death penalty due to volume. Wouldn’t it be nice to know your kids are safe and can play in the neighborhood till dinner or join a team and you don’t have to sit like a hawk watching practices.
Yep - I'm almost 72. When we were young we played outside until past dark. My mother would stick her head out the door, scream our names and call us inside. Sometimes one of us would be within ear shot. That one would then go and gather up the other two.
Hell, I'm in my mid-50s, and it was the same way. We also had to abide by the "streetlight rule". Once they were on, we were in the house.
We didn't have streetlights were I lived as a child. I guess my mother was the verbal streetlight"!
Those were great times. I hope they come back.
I certainly don't want to feed and clothe them for the rest of their damn lives.