Spare The Rod, Fuck Up The Child

A father just got sentenced to jail for caning his boy 100 times in 2 hours. That's a rate of 50 strokes/hour. Moreover, two rattan canes were tied together. Divide the rate by two and it will only be 25 strokes/hour. Fucking newspapers just love to exaggerate everything.

The boy, still at a very young age, was caught lying, not handing in his homework and even played truant. There's no good reason why the father shouldn't hit his boy. It shouldn't even be regarded as child abuse. The dad wasn't drunk. He didn't come home to wreck havoc before passing out on the sofa. He hit his kid for a fucking good reason! The kid was spiraling out of control. He needed to re-tune his kid's mind to the right frequency.

What's 25 strokes/hour? When I was in primary school, I would often fail my Chinese spelling tests. So my mum would sit next to me and watch me memorize those Chinese characters. Every single fucking stroke I got wrong, I was caned a few times. On the arms, on the back, on the head... you name it. The pages of my exercise book were often stuck together because my tears would roll down my cheeks and onto the book.

I still appreciate the whackings I've received as a kid. They were for my own good I know, but what I needed more than just solely the do-or-die, were a few motivational speeches, explaining why I needed to study hard.

While some children are able to grow up without any intervention, sadly, most children need to be whacked. My parents got whacked as kids, and look, no problems now. Your parents probably got whacked too, and look at how fine they've turned out. Try it on your kid now, you go to jail, especially when you hit him more than 25 times/hour.

Take a look at some of the students I've given tuition to. Glue sniffing, alcohol and ciga-fucking-rettes, at such a young age. For one girl especially, every English session, she would tell me stories like..

"You know that day... my friends and I went up to HDB block. Then we sniff glue. Stone lei. Sniff and smoke. High sia. My friend just sit there and laugh to himself. Sometimes we go multi-storey carpark.. Then got police come to screen us, hahaha, I disappear. Quickly take taxi run off. And got one time, all of us sit there, stone and sniff glue because one of them the next day go in Boys Home already."

The girl goes to school whenever she feels like it, and her mum has written dozens of letters to the school explaining her absence. Mum never hits them. She loves them to bits, and she's always thinking... Maybe one day, my children will realize they're wrong. The girl even told her mum to fuck off, right in front of my face. Nothing happened to her, the mum even jokingly gave her a disapproving look. Fuck!

Hit her! Like once! Slap her right across the fucking face for once! What? You expect the tuition teacher to do that for you?

Will I hit my kids next time? Of course! When I notice that they're spiraling out of control, I will! I won't hit them too hard. Just sufficient to make them realize, regret, cower and cry. If my kids ever say fuck you to me, boy, they're in for a broken jaw.

Gosh, what is this world fucking coming to? Brace yourself for more bad guys and crimes in the future, as more and more parents get jailed for disciplining their kids.

Oh yes, my student passed her English exam, for the first time this year. I'm glad I've done my job. But she fucking failed the rest of the subjects, which she had received no tuition for. All the effort has gone down the drain. She will probably repeat her current academic year.